As the two groups approached the fog mountain, they stopped at a distance while looking at the other party with murderous eyes.
The killing intent condensed and intertwined with the freezing atmosphere. The coldness became sharp like a warned anyone to stay far away.
"The treasure is in our area, anyone who has designs for it will die." The commanders from the city warned the other group as they lost any pretenses.
"So what if it's near your city? As long as one is powerful enough, they can be arrogant. Let me see what the lot of you can do." An old man with incomparable aura stepped out and took the lead.
The warriors were flustered for a moment and they kept quite. They clearly knew that in the other party, there were a few powerful people. And if they take action, then only their Ancestors could change the dice.