The metal door was extremely sturdy, and time had apparently done nothing to damage it. Lancelot kept increasing the strength of the True Yuan flowing into his handprint, and the summoned vines became harder and thicker as a result. But it wasn't until he had almost exerted ninety percent of his cultivation power that the iron door began to show signs of loosening.
Accompanied by a huge roaring sound, the iron door was finally 'pulled' down from the wall by him, raising a great deal of dust and smoke. At the same time, a clear cry reached Lancelot's ears.
From the reactions of others, it was clear that it wasn't just him and the two Elves who had heard it this time.
Everyone stood tense on the spot, their gazes sweeping back and forth between the lingering dust and the surrounding walls, guarding against a banshee that could appear from any direction.
