As everyone pondered in their hearts, Greg glanced around and realized the place had been utterly ransacked.

"Those two must’ve taken all the spirit treasures here." Greg seethed with anger, a desire for vengeance burning within him. He looked at the others, feeling the urge to take action. Yet, he knew that turning on them would be futile.

With an icy gaze, he said, "Everyone, you need to see the situation clearly. If we don’t join forces and stop Adrian, we’ll end up with nothing. Surely, that’s not the outcome you all want?” His expression turned cold.

In their hearts, no one wanted to see such a fate. They genuinely sought these spirit treasures and didn’t want to wander aimlessly, only to end up empty-handed.

"Fine, I’ll go along with you," a middle-aged man said coldly, his strength evident.

Greg smiled, sensing his influence growing. With one person on his side, the others’ expressions began to shift.

“Okay, we’ll follow your lead for now,” a group of people chimed in. Tho