Not far away, Hua Shao stood in the void, with a grey wooden box several zhang in size hovering in front of him. He muttered words under his breath, and the box flickered with ash light. A dense mass of grey mice surged out from the box, swiftly gnawing at the mountain wall in the deepest part of the cave.
The teeth of these grey mice glinted with golden light, chewing through the stone as if it were dough.
However, aside from their impressive teeth, these grey mice were good for nothing else. They were not of the Demon Race that had turned into demons, and after consuming the scorching stones for a while, they were burned to death, turning into ash and disappearing.
But the grey wooden box that Hua Shao had seemed to contain an endless amount of grey mice, continuously pouring out without fear of loss.
Under the relentless gnawing of these mice, the cave quickly expanded inward, much faster than some magical treasures specifically designed for digging.
