Chapter 295 : Nothing Left but Echoes
When the Buddhist disciples reached the end of the treasure vault, they discovered another exit.
"The one who stole the treasures must've left through here," said Monk Wuyuan, his expression darkening.
Monk Chenghui urged, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's chase them!"
Monk Jingxin shook his head. "It's too late. We spent too long breaking the formation."
RUMBLE!!
Outside, the small tower blocking the vault entrance was being bombarded by the combined efforts of countless cultivators. Thunderous booms echoed through the halls.
What tormented them most wasn't that they'd found nothing—but that they had found nothing, and everyone outside still believed they'd scored big and were now preparing to strike at them.
Wuyuan said helplessly, "We need to find a way to leave first."
They faced a dilemma: the easiest way out was through the rear exit—but doing so meant abandoning the precious ancient tower currently blocking the entrance.
