Although Yinhun's words carried no good intentions, what he said was also sound reasoning. The rest all harbored their own ghosts, and for a time, they all fell silent.
"Very well. We'll do as fellow Daoist says. Once the restriction is broken, whoever can obtain the treasure will depend on each person's own abilities," the Ancient Demon said, his eyes rolling.
Demon Qi surged from the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's body, but likewise, he said nothing in opposition.
Wang Tinglou also nodded lightly.
As for Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian, the two exchanged a glance. With their strength, they naturally were even less likely to sing a different tune from the others. Besides, these words were indeed reasonable and fair.
Since an agreement had been reached, the group delayed no longer. Lin Xuan raised a hand and patted it, and a fiery-red sword-light shot out from his Storage Bag.
Now that the treasure had yet to be seen, and they were merely breaking the restriction, he naturally would not go all out. The others were more or less the same. Although none used their full strength, they did not hold things up either, each taking action and beginning to wildly bombard the restriction before them.
For a time, rumbling never ceased, and deafening explosions rang out again and again.
Speaking of the array before them, it was not particularly complex. It was merely a layer of multicolored light that enveloped the entire great hall.
At a glance, it looked like an ordinary barrier.
Aside from its somewhat dazzling colors, there was not the slightest thing about it that drew the eye.
Yet when the group's attacks struck it, there seemed to be no effect at all. A full half hour passed, and the spiritual Qi emitted by that barrier