911 The Duel between War Troop Dispatchers

Four hundred thousand Meteorfall Alchemy pills?!

The moment they heard this enormous amount, even Lin Ming's expression stiffened abruptly. Behind him, Lord Heavenly Evil looked gloomy, apparently shocked by the number.

Four hundred thousand Meteorfall Alchemy pills were enough to render their effort in these months on the Meteorfall Battlefield for naught, and if they really lost this amount of Meteorfall Alchemy pills, they could forget about unlocking the Earthly Sovereign Secret Treasure.

Nobody expected that Mu Chen's supposed bigger gamble would be to this extent. This was akin to forcing people into a dead end!

Amid the crowd, all the forces stared at the youth who had a calm expression but a cold glint surging in his eyes. They could not help but feel a tinge of fear.