The moment Yan Shuo's knuckles brushed against the heavy, profound iron doors, the dozens of glowing starlight arrays instantly flared to life. They were designed to reflect kinetic force, meaning anyone who tried to smash the doors would have their own attack rebounded directly into their chest.
But Yan Shuo didn't use explosive force. He used sheer, unadulterated weight.
He funneled the terrifying, crushing density of the Abyssal Star-Core into his fist.
CRUNCH.
There was no grand explosion. There was no blinding flash of light. The heavy iron doors simply groaned in agonizing defeat. The metal directly beneath Yan Shuo's knuckles violently warped inward, instantly crumpling like a piece of cheap, thin paper crushed by a giant's hand.
The starlight arrays didn't even have time to reflect the attack; the sheer gravitational pressure ripped the runes apart, tearing the spiritual pathways to shreds.
