A sorrowful wail echoed out. A cultivator, who was walking with difficulty while dragging an iron mine car behind him, suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground. It happened that he was walking on a downward slope, and when he collapsed, the iron chain slipped from his shoulder, causing the mine car to lose control and roll down the slope. It went over hundred feet down before slamming into a rock wall with a loud rumble and tumbling into a deep trench next to the tunnel.
A supervising Yaksha gave a fierce hiss, waved his hand, and unleashed a beam of blue light towards the cultivator, aiming right at his temple. From the look of how it flew, the blue beam would soon pierce the cultivator's head and claim his life.
Off in the distance, Wu Qi was surveying the layout of the entire mine with a few Yakshas around him. "Stop!" He cried.
