Every nerve in his body was on high alert, every single hair standing on end. He knew that this iron rod was his powerful reliance against the enemy and a solid bulwark to protect his companions. In this perilous predicament, he silently vowed that with this iron rod, he would make the enemy not dare to attack lightly.
Liang Song looked around, his gaze finally falling on a heavy metal plate. The metal plate was rusty, like an old man who had seen the vicissitudes of life, with jagged edges as if bitten by the giant teeth of time. But it was wide and thick enough; in Liang Song's eyes, it was like a sturdy fortress. He took a deep breath, as if gathering strength, and then strode toward the metal plate. Clasping the edges of the metal plate tightly with both hands, the moment he exerted force, he realized that the weight of the metal plate far exceeded his imagination. In an instant, the veins on his arms bulged like winding earthworms. His legs also bent slightly like tree roots plunging into the soil, and he used all his strength to lift the metal plate off the ground.
He laboriously adjusted the metal plate to a suitable position in front of him. Every adjustment was like a difficult game of chess. He could feel the muscles in his arms trembling with soreness—a warning that his strength was running out—but he gritted his teeth, sweat rolling down his forehead endlessly, while his gaze grew increasingly resolute. He cheered himself on in his heart over and over again: "Wi…
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