Qian family cultivators, not skilled in Monster Hunting, venturing into such narrow and dark nests, were essentially delivering themselves on a platter.
Their resistance was merely a prelude to the Monster Beasts’ feast.
Qian Hong felt his Blood Qi rising, wishing he could curse Yu Changlin out loud, but for the sake of maintaining the Family Head’s dignity, he restrained himself, yet his mood remained unsettled for a long time.
Afterwards, the Qian family discovered two more mining tunnels, but Qian Hong dared not send anyone down.
He did not dare to gamble with the lives of Qian family disciples.
It finally dawned on him that Yu Changlin was a Monster Hunter, having dealt with Big Black Mountain all his life, he was very familiar with everything in these mountains; if not knowing it like the back of his hand, at least much more than he did.
To find his dug tunnels in these mountains was pretty much a fool’s errand.
And once they made a mistake, it would cost lives, a price of trial and error he could not afford.
He was indeed the Family Head of the Qian family, but it wasn’t necessary that he would always be the Family Head.
Qian Hong’s expression was grave, his brows deeply furrowed.
Qian Zhongxuan, standing by, couldn’t help sneering to himself, thinking, now you know how formidable that old fellow Yu Changlin is?
Now, he actually hoped for Qian Hong’s misfortune.
The more successful Qian Hong was in capturing the spiritual mines, the more it underscored his, Qian Zhongxuan’s, failure.
Conversely, the more Qian Hong encountered setbacks, the less noticeable his own failures became.
Qian Zhuang, watching Qian Zhongxuan’s expression, instantly understood his calculations.
A feeling of “great minds think alike” couldn’t help but arise in his heart.
“If the Family Head fails, then Elder Qian’s failure doesn’t count for much, and just as Elder Qian’s failure doesn’t count for much, then my failure doesn’t count for anything either…”
“And now with both the Family Head and Elder Qian failing together, my failure becomes even less noteworthy!”
Qian Zhuang’s heart suddenly felt much lighter, and the wounds bleeding on his body seemed to hurt less.
Since they couldn’t find the tunnels used by the Monster Hunters to escape, couldn’t intercept them, the only thing the Qian family could do was to attack directly from the front, break the Formation, and breach the stone walls at the entrance.
There were seven or eight entrances to the mining tunnels, with Qian family cultivators divided into groups, they advanced side by side, striving to breach them all.
In this way, with a swarm of Qian family cultivators, the Monster Hunters, running out of medicine and food, wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
In the following days, the Qian family ceaselessly chiseled away at the wall, sparing neither day nor night.
Qian Hong appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he was burning with impatience.
He knew if they delayed any longer and allowed Yu Changlin to finish mining the spiritual mines and escape, his efforts would be in vain!
With a loud boom, another stone wall was broken down.
Behind the demolished stone wall, just as Qian Hong anticipated, there indeed was a third stone wall, with yet another third Formation!
Qian Hong only felt a surge of anger rushing to his crown, secretly wishing he could tear the Formation Master who drew this Formation into pieces!
But he was helpless, only able to suppress this anger, close his eyes, and wave his hand in resignation:
“Continue digging!”