Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Yang Ling’s action instantly drew the attention of many martial artists.

It also caught the eyes of some Rong Tribe spies.

But Tong Yi and the Fourth Prince seemed to be heading deeper into the cave, so they didn’t notice this.

“Is this a senior who died here before?”

Many martial artists, while plundering the rare flowers and herbs in the area, kept glancing over.

Given Yang Ling’s earlier methods, none dared to approach him casually.

The Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe swung in a blur.

The hard ice, in the face of the pickaxe, was like shaved ice, constantly being chiseled away.

“This Calamity Valley might have been much deeper in the past, with unknown meters of solid ice still below.”