Taking advantage of the fact that no mine cave creatures had appeared yet, Han Qiwu picked up his bronze crosspick and swung it at the frost-covered mining spot nearby.
"Crack crack!"
After a few strikes, Han Qiwu finally managed to smash it apart.
"These rocks are frozen so solid," Han Qiwu said, shaking his hand. To be honest, his hand was feeling a bit numb now.
No wonder it was numb.
This was frozen stone—its hardness was far greater than what he'd encountered before.
He bent down and picked up the fragment of ore that had fallen out.
[Iron Ore] ×1.
Han Qiwu: "???"
Finally, iron ore!
Heaven has eyes!
Forty levels, half a month, and finally iron ore was mined.
Grind, grind, grind!
Han Qiwu memorized the appearance of the iron ore vein and began mining at the nearby deposits with his bronze crosspick.
Two minutes later.
[Iron Ore] ×1.
"Bo-bo-bo-bo!"
