The dark vine had already enveloped the entire enchanted hall, nearly concealing the original form of the structure, with only the main entrance remaining unchanged. The black qi emitted by the vine had thickened into a flowing black substance, seeping everywhere.
Inside the hall, all the bookshelves were covered with leaves and had their own hands and feet. The hands were as thin as noodles, while the feet were densely packed. Row after row of bookshelves moved rapidly, constantly connecting and then separating, blocking a phantom so fast it was almost non-existent.
At the end of the hall, Wei Yuan wore a weary expression, standing before a miniature phantom of the hall. His eyes fixed on the phantom, his hands moved like flying, continuously manipulating the bookshelves within to form different mazes. However, the hall was constantly shaking, and the bookshelves were periodically struck heavily, trembling violently.
