This was absolutely not a force his hand restraints could withstand. It would only shatter his arms along with the iron.
For an instant, he froze between his fighting instincts and his trust in Black Cat. But Black Cat did not urge him on, either, because chains were already clattering in the cell beside him.
The Wilderness man's charge had warped the bars of the two neighboring cells. Wen Zaizi huddled in a corner, protecting himself as best he could, while on the other side, Bian Zhongfeng had already leaped out through his broken cell, shackles and all.
The sturdy man's restraints were no fewer than Pei Ye's, yet amid the flying chains, he moved like a leopard erupting into action. Snatching a bent, broken iron rod from the floor, Bian Zhongfeng gritted his teeth and glared as he drove it at the back of the Wilderness man's neck with all his strength.
But the next instant, the Wilderness man turned like a phantom. His massive hand caught the end of the iron rod and swung, crushing Bian Zhongfeng's strength like rotten wood. Before he could even let go, he was hurled into the wall. Amid the dreadful crack of breaking bones, he coughed blood in agony and collapsed to his knees.
Many of them knew this might be their only chance. If they could not kill this Wilderness man now, all that followed would be a slaughter.
But clearly, this fight had offered them no chance from the very beginning.
The boy's and the man's explosive attacks had already exceeded everyone's expectations. Such skill would have been enough to kill cultivators of the Second or Third Growth even in shackles, but now True Qi had opened an impassable gulf.
Bian Zhongfeng's attack from behind gave Pei Ye time to