"What do we do now? Blow it up again?"
Wu Xie wasn't worried. They had only broken off a small piece of that huge bag of flour dough earlier; there was plenty left.
Before he could finish speaking, a thunderous rumble came from all around them—
"Rumble—"
What was that sound?
Before Wu Xie could ask, they saw the stone slab they had emerged from get blasted upward, seawater gushing out beneath it like a fountain.
Water was leaking in elsewhere. The tunnel they had dug earlier had probably already reached a load-bearing wall, and the vibrations from the explosion had directly damaged the fragile structure, which had already been at its limit.
At the same time, creaking sounds of strain came from the tomb dome above them—the sound of supporting wood, stone, and metal structures breaking and warping.
"Each of you grab someone. Be careful—the opposing currents will form whirlpools soon."
Tiga Clone's expression grew slightly more serious as he spoke to Zhang Qiling.
There wouldn't be any accidents with him around, but they still had to put on a show. As for which of the five people present didn't need to grab anyone, that was a question that didn't need asking.
Zhang Qiling had just nodded when a crack split open in the tomb dome above—then, almost in the next instant, the entire dome shattered under the strain!
An enormous volume of seawater swept the broken dome structure into the chamber, merging with the seawater spraying up from below. The opposing currents churned the surface into waves, while undercurrents surged beneath.
"Get to the corner first. Stay away from that hole—the current will shake those Bronze Bells!"
If he couldn't ship Wu Xie and A Ning, then Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling would do. Tiga Clone took the