Lin Taichu stared at the Restriction around the elders' private storage area in the Scripture Pavilion, his heart burning with anxiety. The Restriction required an elder's token to unlock, and he had none. No matter how he urged his inner strength to probe it, the Restriction did not budge. Not even the slightest cracks appeared.
The howls and clashes of weapons outside drew closer and closer, mixed with the muffled groans of the elders. They were about to give out, and there was no time left to slowly figure out how to break the Restriction.
Lin Taichu gritted his teeth and abandoned the thought of searching for the core ingredient. The most important thing now was stopping Tang Song. Even if he could only delay him a little longer, it would reduce the Tang Sect's casualties.
He turned and rushed out of the Scripture Pavilion. The moment he reached the entrance, he saw a sight that made his heart sink.
Several elders had already suffered severe injuries. Supreme Elder Tang Xuan's aura had also become extremely faint, his face pale as paper. His once-upright body was now slightly hunched, and even the weapon in his hand trembled faintly. Yet he still held on, forming a circle with the other elders and barely keeping Tang Song trapped.
Tang Song, meanwhile, no longer looked human at all. He stood over three zhang tall, his limbs as thick as Stone Pillars, his entire body covered in bluish-gray hide marked with black lines.
Pfft— Another elder was struck by Tang Song's claw and slammed heavily into the ground, never rising again.
The remaining elders' auras weakened further, and their encirclement grew increasingly loose. They were already close to being unable to withstand Tang Song's attacks.
Tang Xuan exhausted the last trace of his inner