Dust flew up from the ground where a deep pit with a diameter of over fifty-six meters loomed like a vibrant scar on the face of a giant.
In its very center, you could vaguely make out a tomb chamber slanted within, its flying eaves and ornate columns clearly visible.
This was the accomplishment of the eight or nine middle-aged men just now.
Without the use of any tools, they floated in mid-air, effortlessly lifting the burying dust with their bare hands.
"Yan'er, what's the strength of these people?" Li Qing asked in a deep voice.
If these people were standing before him, he might have sensed something, yet with only such reflections, it was difficult for him to deduce anything concrete. He just felt that these old bastards seemed quite strong.
