Blood-Stained Immortal Soil

The fat man's sudden change left everyone feeling rather heavyhearted. They all stood where they were in silence.

More than ten minutes later, Wang Xian moved. He took a few steps to the spot where the fat man had been digging, picked up a Phoenix Blood Shovel that had been tossed on the ground, squatted down, and began digging with all his strength.

The moment the shovel struck the ground, Wang Xian immediately felt as if he were not digging through soil, but smashing directly into a Primordial Divine Mountain—hard and indestructible.

Not only that, but the force rebounding through the shovel left both of Wang Xian's arms numb. He had nearly failed to keep hold of the Phoenix Blood Shovel in his hands.

At that moment, Wang Xian finally understood why the fat man had found it so difficult to dig even with a treasure like the Phoenix Blood Shovel.

It was not that the fat man was useless. The ground here was simply far too solid!

Wang Xian shook out his arms. Once the numbness faded slightly, he began digging again. This time, however, aside from using force, he also mobilized part of the power within his body to protect his arms and prevent the previous situation from happening again.

Half an hour later, Wang Xian was drenched in sweat. Even with the protection of his internal power, most feeling had vanished from his arms under the repeated shockwaves.

In such a state, Wang Xian had no choice but to temporarily stop digging. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

As for the fruits of his half-hour of effort, he had only dug a shallow pit half a meter wide and half a meter deep!

Meanwhile, Cheng Yue Zhen had stored the sealed white-red drop of blood