At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua had already reached his limit of escaping, standing at a distance of about ten zhang directly above the jade ore vein. As his divine sense swept past, he sensed that there were many jade stones buried below. Within several zhang, all were spotless white jade stones. But as for how many more jade stones were there at the bottom, he could not tell.
Zhang Xiaohua's eyes shone brightly as he reached into his bosom and took out the Chasing Dream Little Sword. With a pinch of the magic spell, he stabbed the jade stone beneath his feet directly. When the Chasing Dream Little Sword was on the ground, Zhang Xiaohua could already use it freely, just like his own arm, coming and going freely. But at this point, he was deep underground, and he was still under the control of a powerful pressure that prevented him from continuing downward. Let alone the Chasing Dream Little Sword.