Chapter 338: Collecting the spiritual vein, the Divine Beast White Tiger

"Something's wrong. No, it's beyond wrong!" Davis Farrell and the other five circled the boulder and dug for ages. They even carved out a massive crater around it, yet the stone still refused to budge. "I'm telling you, Stefan Zimmerman," Davis said, panting as he wiped the sweat off his brow, "is this thing a rock, or is it a whole damn mountain?" He slowed, hands hovering over the shovel as confusion piled up in his eyes. Far off, Stefan-still busy picking herbs-heard him and blinked, utterly...