Mo Si condensed into the shape of a drill bit, rapidly rotating and plummeting through the rock layers, its indestructible sawteeth grinding all obstructing rocks into slag.
Li Ang was enveloped within the cone formed by Mo Si. A Micro Light Talisman in his hand cast a glow, illuminating the Ten Thousand Spirit Book he held.
The long-neglected Ten Thousand Spirit Book seemed to sense that the time for a transaction had arrived. Within its opened pages, the ink flowed and transformed like clouds.
"I need to know the way to safely rescue He Fanshuang, and what price I must pay for this," Li Ang said in a low voice.
One must carefully consider when posing questions to the Ten Thousand Spirit Book, as it was not a benevolent entity. The questions had to be precise, leaving no room for vague answers.
Thus, Li Ang did not ask questions like, "How can the Paper Groom be killed?" or "Is He Fanshuang still alive?"
