"Our drill quality is too poor, we've broken over a hundred drill bits in the past few days," another person in charge answered helplessly.
Jia Weixin frowned, his lips almost blistered, and turned to another person: "The exit? Have you found the exit?"
That person in charge shook his head helplessly: "We've tried all possible methods we could think of, but we can't leave. We even attempted to have drones leave first and then pull people from the outside, but it didn't work, it seems all living beings cannot leave this place."
Jia Weixin felt a moment of despair.
Could it be that their thirteenth team is going to be completely wiped out here?
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked urgently: "How much Spirit Monster Core do we have left?"
"... Less than a million," someone below answered.
"Nonsense, I asked you how much, specifically!" Jia Weixin glared at that person.
The person hesitated for a moment: "A little over seventy thousand."
"!!"
