As Master Mahali waved the short stick in his hand even faster, all the Grey Skins at the scene seemed pumped full of stimulants and began racing against time to clear the ruins.
Threads of black line forcefully invaded more than a hundred Grey Skins, making their eyes grow even darker.
At this moment, they no longer felt fatigue or pain. Bleeding, dragging injured limbs, and nursing wounds, they kept their heads down and worked hard!
During the previous hour, when they had been dragging their feet, they had cleared only a little bit of the area.
But now, in barely twenty minutes, they had cleared away most of the obstruction, revealing an opening that led into the basement.
This was also because Master Mahali and the middle-aged man had forcibly opened up a passage with brute strength when they climbed out.
While clearing the ruins, the Grey Skins followed this passage and cleared it out, allowing them to locate the basement entrance as quickly as possible.
The entire roof beam, along with small rubble and the large amount of debris left after the Combustion Explosion, was cleared away with both hands. Some of these people had worn their fingertips flat; some had even lost the first joint of their fingers, exposing bones mixed with blood.
After another hour, the entire area had been cleared, exposing the basement. But the basement was like a pried-open can, its lid completely gone. A Big Pit resembling a garbage dump lay before them.
The middle-aged man looked at Mahali and asked, "Master Mahali, what should we do?"
"Keep digging! Until we find that vessel." Master Mahali felt strangely calm now.
They had made the hundred-plus Grey Skins clear the place for nearly two hours, yet they had found nothing unusual. This meant the