After a brief moment of stupefaction, someone finally took to the air and rushed into the interior of the Scripture Pavilion. Although they might not get a large share of the spoils, if they could carry off one or two ancient sects' secret manuals, that would be splendid too!
"Damn it!"
Murong Wu's eyes bulged as he forcefully summoned a surge of Elemental Power and soared into the sky. Sadly, having overexerted himself earlier, his Physical Strength had greatly diminished and he could only fall in among the third group of people.
Then came Yaan Jinghong, Nangong Yu, Shen Lang...
One prodigy after another, too exhausted to care, charged into the Scripture Pavilion like madmen.
However, they were unaware that the Ancient Formation's Barrier enveloping the exterior of the Scripture Pavilion was slowly mending itself.
