Xu Yun swept out his long sleeve, putting away the last of the immortal materials. He straightened, glanced around the spotless treasury, and clapped his hands in satisfaction.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, we have everything. Let's get out of here."
Chu Mo glanced around the treasury, his eye twitching slightly. The space, as large as an entire cosmos, was utterly empty, without so much as a speck of dust.
The man had not left dragonkind even a single first-tier spirit material.
"Tribulation Deliverance really has been scared senseless by poverty." He shook his head and stepped out of the treasury.
Outside, more than ten Seventh Realm Dragon Kings suddenly charged toward them. Their leader roared, "Stop them!"
Vast rainbow light churned through the seabed as myriad divine abilities descended together. But now that they had what they came for, why would any of them stay and fight?
"Split up!" Xu Yun shouted. He picked a direction first and fled without looking back, utterly disregarding his companions' safety.
The other Tribulation Deliverance Disciples also took out precious pearls and crushed them, their figures turning into illusory phantoms with completely identical auras that scattered in every direction.
"Damn it! That Dao of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion again!"
The True Dragons were furious at the sight. But they had no time to worry about anything else and hurriedly chose targets to pursue.
They paid particular attention to the two who had escaped from the treasury. ...
Above the sea, the battle raged.
Ao Cang's draconic body stretched across the sky. Fighting two opponents alone, he showed no sign of falling behind and was even gradually gaining the upper hand.
"Tribulation Deliverance Dao! This emperor will tear you into ten thousand pieces today!" Ao Cang coldly raised his enormous claw and smashed it