Chapter 263: Ten Thousand Year Old Stalactite

Wyatt Barnes discovered that in the area roughly two to three meters surrounding where the crooked tree was jabbed into the cliff, a faint dampness was released, which was unlike other parts of the cliff.

In addition, the color of this portion of the cliff was more profound compared to elsewhere.

Without careful observation, one wouldn't even notice it.

"Hiss Hisss …"

The sounds of the small pythons came from behind the cliff, transmitted through the two small holes they had pierced, seemingly urging Wyatt Barnes to hurry up and proceed.

"You two tiny fellows, don't tell me you want me to ram in like you did?"

A bitter smile crept up on Wyatt's face as he glanced down the abyss beneath the crooked tree, a chill grew in his heart.

Bang!

Just then, a loud sound rang out. Inside the cliff, there was a powerful collision sound.

Wyatt Barnes knew that the commotion was certainly caused by the two little fellows.