A burst of thunderous rumbling rang out incessantly as the crimson light barrier trembled violently, quivering under the weight of the black waterfall.

Situated directly under the enormous torrent of heavy water, Xiong Shan could see the black waterfall crashing down onto the crimson light barrier, and he could also clearly sense the tremendous pressure that was weighing down the light barrier from above.

A series of massive indentations had appeared all over the crimson light barrier in the face of the heavy water torrent's immeasurable weight, and the golden draconic patterns on it were also flashing incessantly, indicating that the light barrier wasn't going to be able to withstand the assault for much longer.

Xiong Shan's brows were tightly furrowed as he took a glance at the metal scripture that was hovering in mid-air, and he made a beckoning motion to draw it back into his grasp.

He then extended his index finger, and a burst of golden light flashed over his fingertip, resulting in a tiny bleeding gash.

Using his finger as a brush and his blood as ink, he began to quickly inscribe a peculiar dark red rune onto the metal...