A black figure rushed in like a whirlwind. The wind broke the already crumbling walls on both sides of the passage.
With a loud sound, the five meters tall door was crashed open.
The shattered stones crashed. The Mystic Dragon stood there looking indifferently at the forbidden holy area of the temple.
The blood on the ground had not yet dried up. Fielding was sitting there with his back against the wall. Beside him was the 'Forbidden Door'.
At that moment, the door was completely out of shape. The surface of the slab stone door rippled like the surface of the water and shined with a silver light as though something had just been put into the water.
Fielding looked as though he had fallen asleep. His hand was holding the hilt of a sword with the blade missing. His head weakly leaned on his shoulder. His other clenched fist was dripping with dark red blood.