The iron bar shattered like glass. Fragments scattered across the stone floor.
Chianxu stood frozen, her mouth slightly open as if she had just witnessed a ghost. 'He… he really did it.'
The moment that single bar broke, the formation collapsed with it.
Logan felt it instantly like a dam bursting. His internal energy surged back into his meridians in a roaring flood. Warmth spread through his limbs, filling the emptiness that had weighed on him moments before.
He clenched his fist, feeling the power humming beneath his skin. "Phew…" he exhaled deeply. "I was starting to think they'd turned me into a cripple."
"Turn you into a cripple?" Chianxu shot back. "They may be wicked and twisted, but they're not fools. Only you can open the path to the Upper Heavens. They would never destroy their own key."
