Golden liquid quietly seeped out from the walls of the hall and descended from the sky, turning into Midor and the Gold Absolutes Race sailors.
"Intruders, you dare to trespass into our private sacred territory. None of you can escape today!" Midor roared.
However, none of the wizards and foreign races knew what Midor was talking about.
Because of the influence of the wizard civilization, most of the plane masters in Sauron Plane knew the common language of the wizards.
Combined with the unique style of the relic, everyone was basically convinced that these golden humans that looked like statues should have come from outside the Pan-Plane!
For a moment, the hearts of the wizards burned with passion.
An unknown civilization meant more treasures, wealth, and resources.
"I'll show you the power of the sacred realm's warriors!"
Midor saw that his threat was futile and charged into the crowd.
His arm turned into a long saber.