"Whoosh——"
The scroll suspected to be the Daoist Scripture and the ultimate treasure of the Human Clan from the East Desolation shot through the dim great hall like meteors, fleeing directly into the outside world. Their speed was so fast it seemed to transcend the binds of time and space, leaving only streaks of afterimages behind.
"No! The treasures are escaping!" the crowd exclaimed in alarm, their voices filled with urgency and unwillingness.
At this moment, within the ancient palace beneath the volcano, the battle grew even fiercer. The elders of the Destruction Hall and the masters of the Demon Clan unleashed their Divine Skills, their techniques and demonic power weaving a dazzling yet perilous tapestry.
A golden-haired girl, swift and agile, was the first to rush toward the front of the ancient palace, but she was mercilessly rebounded by an invisible Five-Colored Divine Light. She staggered back, her face filled with frustration.
