The ten-thousand-year-old ice, though incredibly hard and dense, would lose its structural stability once its internal structure was breached.
Combined with the concentrated vibrations from Ling Tian's seismic talismans, the resonant force caused a cubic meter of the ten-thousand-year-old ice to break off from the main body.
Before the piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice could hit the ground, Ling Tian had already collected it into his spiritual realm.
He took a breath, recovering some of his spiritual energy, and then continued his mining career with the specially crafted steel chisel.
In this manner, Ling Tian exerted all his effort, channeling his fire-attribute true essence into the steel chisel, melting the ten-thousand-year-old ice with all his might. Only when his true essence was nearly depleted did he return to the spiritual realm to cultivate and recover it.
After recovering his true essence, he would resume melting the ice.
As for Ling Tian's talismans, having the spiritual realm was akin to having a rear base; he could draw new talismans as needed.
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On Hell Paradise Island, the oppressive atmosphere had not significantly abated. Although, on the surface, the vast majority of psychics had submitted to Mario Kuit, it was difficult to ascertain how many of them were truly loyal and how many had merely yielded to Mario Kuit's might.
On the edge of the free zone of the island, there was an open space. In the center of this space stood a tower-like building, which served as the prison of Hell Paradise Island.
After all, the island lord Mario Kuit had intended to establish a nation, and as such, facilities like a prison were essential.
Within this prison, there were a total of four individuals, though for the most part, the prison remained empty of any inmates.
The warden of the prison was named Morris. This man was also a psychic, but his abilities were somewhat unusual; he possessed exceptionally strong mental powers.
Furthermore, he was a formidable marksman. This fellow could use his mental power to assist his shooting.
Wherever he went, this man always had two revolvers holstered at his waist. He could even use these two guns to hit any target within thirty meters with an accuracy deviation of less than one centimeter!
It was important to note that while handguns appeared powerful, their accuracy was not as high as one might imagine. Beyond ten meters, let alone hitting the bullseye, simply hitting the target was considered a good performance. Yet, this man named Morris, with his psychic abilities, could guide his shooting with unparalleled precision!
Morris paced in the prison yard. Fifty meters outward from the building was a perimeter of electric fences. Without the island lord's permission, anyone who trespassed within the electric fence's range had the right to be killed by the prison guards. This area was also one of the island's forbidden zones.
Moreover, to reach this place from the order zone, one had to pass through numerous heavily guarded checkpoints. Generally, no one was willing to come here.
There were no unusual occurrences in the yard, so Morris entered the prison. Outside a cell, a man nearly two meters tall, with muscles bulging all over his body, stood outside the cell door, ostentatiously displaying his physique.
This person's muscles were incredibly exaggerated, much like bodybuilders who had taken steroids, with almost every small muscle clearly defined like a snake.
However, this man's muscles were not developed through hormones but through awakened psychic abilities.
His muscle tissue was extraordinarily developed, allowing him to exert three to four times the strength of an ordinary adult male. This man, named Tristan, was also one of the prison guards.
Seeing Tristan's vain display, Morris immediately frowned.
"Tristan, what are you doing? Do you know your behavior is like a rutting wild boar!"
"Hey, Morris, don't be so harsh. I'm just showing this beautiful lady the charm of a man.
And my handsome muscles, these are real muscles!" The braggadocious demeanor of this muscle-bound man made Morris want to draw his gun and shoot him on the spot.
Morris's expression turned very serious.
"Tristan, I warn you, this woman is not someone you can touch!
If you dare to touch a single hair on her head, those American psychics will fight you to the death. This is no idle threat!"
Tristan, however, was unfazed by Morris's warning. He shrugged, "Morris, you're exaggerating. Is it really that serious? If this woman is so important to the Americans, why did they capture her?
Isn't Mr. Mario Kuit cooperating with the Americans now?"
"It's said that this woman opposed the Americans' cooperation with us and caused trouble, which is why she was captured.
However, this is just a temporary measure. Otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as just capturing her; they would have thrown her into the lava."
"Alright, alright, you're always right, no matter what. What a shame, such a beautiful woman..." Tristan muttered.
In fact, Bis's sudden outburst also made Lange feel very troublesome.
When Lange had eliminated Arthur, the event was very sudden, and Arthur was completely unprepared. Therefore, not many people suspected Arthur's disappearance.
However, this woman Bis was extraordinary. She sensed that something was amiss and had already begun her investigation. Currently, many members of the American team were loyal followers of Bis.
If Lange were to kill Bis, those Americans would likely revolt, which would severely disrupt his plans.
However, he could not let this woman continue her investigation unchecked or allow her to reveal Arthur's fate to others. Thus, Lange could only choose to place Bis under house arrest in the island's prison for the time being.
As for Prometheus, his explanation to the other Americans was that Bis was currently in seclusion for cultivation and was temporarily unavailable to meet anyone.
Inside the cell, Bis looked haggard, her eyes filled with resentment!
Arthur's death had a profound impact on Bis. To Bis, Arthur was her mentor, an older brother, and a good friend with whom she could discuss anything.
Although there was a gap of more than ten years between them, it did not hinder their mutual admiration and burgeoning feelings.
But now, Arthur was dead, and they were separated by the veil of death, with Arthur not even leaving behind a body!
Bis was filled with hatred. She hated Prometheus, believing that Prometheus had killed Arthur. She wanted the foolish Prometheus to avenge Arthur.
However, Bis's psychic ability was healing; she could rapidly heal wounds. These abilities, however, could not be used to kill!
As for Tristan's display of muscles in front of her, Bis paid it no mind!