34 Meters

Leonel collapsed and took a breath. What a headache, all that trouble and it had bought him what? Maybe a couple dozen minutes at best? What an annoyance. His old man really knew how to screw him over even from beyond the grave. 

Leonel shook his head and returned to his alpha form, forcing the wolves to rush up from the third layer into the second layer. 

Sergeant Amon was beyond all of them in strength. Culling this sort of beast tide would only be slightly complicated for him because of the winding tunnels and the various soldiers and researchers he would have to protect. If not for this, Leonel might not even have more than a few minutes. 

He had done his best, now he just had to mine a billion kilograms of ore and he didn't even have an hour to do it. Perfect. 

Not to mention the fact he would also have to find a method of escaping as well as the only entrances and exits were guarded on the surface. But that would be easy enough.