No matter what, Yan Kaixuan was now a lab rat—a lab rat forced into an experiment.
So no matter what thoughts he had, he could only scream inside his heart, unable to vent them.
Thus, when his outstretched hand was about to touch the bronze door, he simply could not bring himself to lower it, leaving it hanging stiffly in midair.
"Damn it, hurry up! Don't waste time!" Seeing Yan Kaixuan dawdling and delaying them, Kamala could not help shouting at him.
After hearing that, Yan Kaixuan instinctively wanted to reach for the bronze door, but his entire body began shaking violently. His fingers ended up even farther from the door.
Kamala's face filled with Black Lines at the sight. This was supposed to be a Houtian Layer Four Martial Artist, a direct descendant of a Huaguo aristocratic family, yet he was such a pathetic thing. He truly deserved to be called a profligate son—utterly useless.
That fellow's Houtian Layer Four strength had probably been forcibly built up through some method. Otherwise, he would not have been such a Houtian Layer Four Master.
To speed things up, Kamala stepped onto the steps, carefully sneaked behind Yan Kaixuan, then suddenly kicked him hard, sending him into the door.
Yan Kaixuan had been trembling all over, wanting to touch it but feeling as though he could never quite reach it. Then someone gave him a powerful kick in the back, and his body was instantly pressed against it.
"Ah!"
"Smack!"
"Thud!"
Several sounds rang out at once. Then the bronze door shuddered, shaking loose a great deal of dust.
Yan Kaixuan was so frightened that he did not dare move. He shut his eyes and waited to die. But after a while, nothing happened. He immediately groped himself all over, then cried