Lin Chen stepped into the iron house, and the door slowly closed behind him.
The entire iron house was instantly plunged into darkness.
Pa!
The next moment, a beam of light fell from the front wall of the iron house.
Lin Chen looked up. The light was shining down from a small hole above the roof, illuminating an ancient painting hanging on the wall.
Lin Chen's eyes instinctively focused on the painting, which depicted a figure holding an iron hammer.
Poof!
Just upon looking at it, he felt a mighty force rushing towards him, like a tangible heavy hammer, striking him fiercely.
This force penetrated his skin, reaching deep into his bones. Every inch of muscle, every bone felt like it was repeatedly hammered.
In just a breath, Lin Chen's skin had a trace of blood seeping out.
Pa!
The next moment, the light disappeared, and the room returned to darkness.
