Yang Yu said he would act, and immediately walked up to a wall, exerting all his strength, he slammed his palm against it.
Crack!
The entire wall trembled a few times, but Yang Yu was unable to create even a small gap in it!
"How is this possible?" Yang Yu furrowed his brows, his expression grave.
That palm strike of his had at least a thousand pounds of force behind it, yet it could not budge the wall—wasn't that rather preposterous?
"I forgot to tell you, the walls of this Ancient Tomb are made of the most special materials from the Ancient Shu. Unless it's the force of modern high-tech, human strength alone is almost incapable of moving it," Wu Kui shrugged her shoulders, "Yang Yu, you should think of some other method!"
"Alright," Yang Yu huffed twice, "Everyone, get moving and see if there's any mechanism or something around here. If you find anything, don't touch it; just shout."
Immediately, everyone started to move and began searching for mechanisms.
