In an instant, the two of them were standing once again in the small, sealed space.
"Hehe, this way we'll make less noise." Even if the basement collapsed, they wouldn't have to worry about being buried alive.
Feng Moxi rolled her eyes. The Golden Spiritual Power in her hand flashed as she gripped the broken sword with all her might.
She hacked at the metal wall over a dozen times. SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Her Golden Spiritual Power was surprisingly compatible with cutting through metal.
A continuous rumbling echoed from outside.
Chaoyang didn't stop her; he was too busy frantically using his Earth Element Ability to patch up the walls in the underground parking garage.
A triangular indentation had been forcefully hacked into the metal wall.
Feng Moxi sent a flying kick, and the triangular piece of steel she had carved out went flying.
It revealed a dark, deep hole.
The scene inside was perfectly clear—it was packed to the brim with large, densely stacked wooden crates.
