Song Wen waved a stream of mana, striking the bronze door.
The bronze door flew open with a thunderous boom.
When the four of them had come here before, opening this bronze door had taken some effort. Now, Song Wen was alone, yet he had casually forced it open.
Song Wen stepped through the doorway and arrived in the cavern with six bronze doors.
This place was likewise deserted.
Song Wen turned around, his gaze sweeping across the six tightly shut bronze doors. The one he had just emerged from had already closed again.
Blood Tide beneath his feet extended six tentacles, which slammed into the six bronze doors simultaneously.
Boom—
Amid a succession of deafening roars, the six bronze doors shuddered violently but remained standing.
Spiritual patterns lit up across the stone walls beside the bronze doors.
Clearly, some kind of restriction existed within the stone walls, offsetting the tremendous force transmitted through the bronze doors.
Yet no spiritual light appeared on the bronze doors themselves.
Song Wen's gaze passed over the six flawless bronze doors, which bore not even the slightest mark. Rather than being alarmed, he was delighted.
These bronze doors truly were extraordinary. Their material alone had withstood the impact of his natal magic treasure.
With a thought from Song Wen, a three-inch, willow-leaf-shaped throwing dart appeared out of thin air.
It was the Soul-Withering Dart!
The Soul-Withering Dart became a streak of black radiance and slashed through the air.
Yet it did not strike any of the bronze doors. Instead, it slashed toward the stone wall beside them.
The spiritual patterns on the stone wall had yet to fade.
The Soul-Withering Dart struck the stone wall. The spiritual patterns immediately flickered violently before cracking apart inch by inch.
The restriction had been broken!
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