The jade stage beneath Lin Mo’s shoes hummed with ancient primordial vibrations.
Beside him, the Atlantis Poseidon Spirit-Core pulsed with gentle azure light, its miniature ocean currents swirling like liquid starlight. The artifact seemed to recognize a kindred spirit, leaning slightly toward Lin Mo as if seeking sanctuary from the twelve dark monsters above.
Up on his floating obsidian throne, First Director Cain sneered down through the boiling crimson mist.
“Well, boy?” Cain barked, his voice shaking the stone columns. “Ten seconds are almost up! Seven hundred and fifty million High-Grade Spirit Stones is the combined liquid treasury of twelve immortal bloodlines! Put down the money or leave your heart on that altar!”
Second Director Lilith leaned over her balcony rail, her purple eyes gleaming with cruel mockery. “Look at him standing there in silence! He spent three hundred million on fish-servants and four hundred million on stone tablets. His pockets are completely empty!”
Down in the servant gallery, Zhao Kai and Liu Yan clung to the stone balustrade, their faces twisted with spiteful glee.
“He’s bluffing!” Liu Yan hissed, her eyes wide and bloodshot. “Nobody can outbid twelve five-hundred-year-old directors! Once the auction master declares his bid invalid, the arena golems will tear him apart!”
