The word echoed down the ancient granite hall like the strike of a cosmic war bell.
“HEAVE!”
At Lin Xiao’s command, the timed together force of four different masters came together upon the thirty-foot iron-hard metal lever with total perfection.
Tie Shan threw his entire mammoth frame against the upper crossbeam. His golden bear-fur bristled with crackling arcs of terrestrial spirit-energy. His massive chest swelled as he bellowed a war-cry that had shaken mountain passes during the ancient beast wars, his claws digging deep into the star-metal grooves. Every sinew in his blacksmith’s shoulders surged with the weight of hundreds of tons of raw physical force.
Beside him, Lin Xiao tightened his elastic core.
Drawing upon the boundless, self-sustaining fire of his newly attained Peak Nascent Soul realm, Lin Xiao’s four semi-clear azure pseudopods tightened around the lever arm until they were thinner than braided steel wires. The fluid within his tentacles underwent a massive impact-hardening phase change, locking into an iron-hard metal polymer structure.
Two million seven hundred and fifty thousand newton-meters of twisting torque surged through the star-fallen beam.
The iron-hard metal lever groaned—a deep, metal protest that sounded like an iron dragon stretching its spine after an age of sleep. The pivot point block of hardened star-iron bit half an inch into the ancient First Age granite stone base, transferring the massive upward thrust directly into the notch beneath the hardened banded limestone plug.
