Far away, under the protection of his remaining guards, Clayde couldn’t be bothered about the pain from his severed hand. He shouted loudly, “Quick, get the ring back for me, quick!” Clayde was about to go mad. Although he knew that Linley wouldn’t be able to open the interspatial ring despite having it, if the ring remained in Linley’s hands, then he, Clayde, wouldn’t be able to access the items within it despite being its master.
2.2 billion gold coins! What an amazing, enormous sum of money that was.
Thousands of years of accumulated royal wealth. For these treasures and wealth to be taken away was more painful to him than being killed.