"Ah!" Xiao Zheng's eyes were already a bloodshot blur, menacingly bewitching, he reached out with both hands to grasp an iron pillar, crouching down, his entire strength concentrating in a single moment, then with a fierce pull.
There was a loud "clang".
The iron cage trembled slightly, shaking and causing the ground of the entire hall to sway.
That iron pillar was severely deformed, as if it had been crushed by machinery.
Xiao Zheng, not caring about anything else, grabbed another iron pillar beside him, repeating the same action.
Du Erlin's mind trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as he said shakily, "Quick, use the Wolf Poison Arrows!"
"What?"
Xiao Zheng was startled. Wolf Poison Arrows were ancient battlefield weapons, usually launched by siege crossbows. They had those here?
Just then, the statue of Lingbao Tianzun worshipped in the hall moved, specifically its eyes.
