"Who is this person?"
Marshall Morgan was filled with doubt.
The emaciated man in the black robe merely glanced at Marshall Morgan indifferently before ignoring him and continued to bombard the light circle surrounding the secret manuals.
"Whoever he is, these secret manuals are actually protected by inscriptions. After so many years, the power of the inscriptions hasn't dissipated. They must be extraordinary. I'll get them first!"
Marshall Morgan's mind raced. He flashed toward another stone pillar, while his long spear stabbed out like lightning.
Bang!
The long spear struck the light circle around the secret manuals, causing a rumble as the circle shuddered like water ripples.
However, it did not shatter.
"What powerful inscription defense. Who knows how many years it's been, yet it still has such strong defensive power?"
Marshall Morgan secretly marveled in his heart.
"The secret manuals were left by my Yori Tribe ancestors. You all stop!"
