Immortal War (4)

Taking advantage of Senior Brother Jing's wrong choice, Rong Cheng and the others swiftly passed through the Cool Hall. The next moment, they arrived amid a stretch of snow-white halls.

Ning Ye's warning came again. "This is the Mystic Frost Pavilion. Mm, there's a fine treasure inside—the Mystic Frost Mirror, right within the central hall. Break through that hall, and you can take the treasure."

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed.

Why else had they risked danger to come here? Did they really think it was all for the Righteous Qi Sect? Well, partly—but only because they did not want the Vast Righteous Saint Sovereign to take action.

Working for others could never compare to working for oneself. The moment they heard there was something to gain, everyone rushed to be first.

One after another, they disregarded the formation's might and the restrictions' deadly dangers, surging forward in a torrent and immediately launching into a bout of brute-force dismantling.

As Purple Pole Palace's signature formation, the Purple Lightning Heavenly Punishment Formation was naturally no weak formation.

But Zhao Longguang and Xin Xiaoye were betraying it from within, Ning Ye knew how to ask the heavens from without, and Rong Cheng's group in the middle were all remarkably powerful, far surpassing most of their peers. Tempted by profit, they all leapt into action, tearing down restrictions and shattering formations with great delight as they rapidly pressed deeper into the Mystic Frost Pavilion.

At the central control hub, Senior Brother Jing was badly frightened as well.

Why were these people breaking the formation so quickly? They had not been this fast before.

What he did not know was that what everyone feared in breaking formations was not difficulty, but annoyance.

The Cool Hall was not difficult to breach; its process was simply troublesome.