Without hesitation, his figure blurred and instantly dove into the soil.
His body twisted and transformed into a sharp-headed spindle-shaped pangolin, spinning rapidly as it burrowed downward into the earth.
The tremendous force bore down heavily, compressing layer after layer into the depths of the earth, crushing ten zhang of soil into hardened rock and refined iron...
"Indeed, I cannot take this head-on."
Zhou Ping'an drilled down over ten zhang deep underground, enduring the layers of immense pressure dissipating behind his back. Only then did he open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, transitioning from drilling downward to tunneling horizontally.
A quick thrust of his pointed mouth sent him darting tens of meters away.
The soil and rocks crumbled into dust, unable to obstruct him in the slightest.
"This Transformation Technique truly has boundless marvels."
Zhou Ping'an sighed in admiration within his heart.
