"Damn it, which bastard got here first and stole the innate magical treasure, the Creation Pool?"
Another Primordial Ancient Saint arrived and saw the scene, immediately bursting into curses.
It had rushed in with great excitement, pulling out every trick it had, even ignoring its wounded fellow Saint clansmen, all in hopes of obtaining the innate magical treasure, the Creation Pool.
But who could have expected that the moment it entered, it would discover that the Creation Pool had vanished without a trace?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, the other Primordial Ancient Saints arrived one after another at blinding speed. They were all scrambling to be first, terrified that if they fell even one step behind, the Creation Pool would be seized by another Saint.
Yet when they arrived, every one of them was dumbfounded. The innate magical treasure, the Creation Pool, had long since disappeared, leaving behind only an enormous pit.
"Who was it? Was it you lot? Did you secretly hide the Creation Pool?"
The Primordial Ancient Saints who had arrived later stared viciously at the few who had come first. They suspected that one of these early-arriving Primordial Ancient Saints had succeeded, which was why such a massive pit had been left behind.
"It wasn't me. It was already like this when I got here."
The first Primordial Ancient Saint to arrive immediately cried injustice. If it did not defend itself, it might very well become the target of everyone's wrath. It would be one thing if it had obtained the Creation Pool, but it had gotten jack shit and was still about to be gang-beaten by a group of Primordial Ancient Saints. That would be an injustice greater than Dou E's.
"Hehe, that's what every thief who steals the Creation Pool says. Do you think