Shao Zifeng was thrown into panic but he forced himself to calm down.
As he kept sinking, he suddenly drew his short sword and thrust it into a horizontal stone pillar beside him, grasping the hilt tightly with both hands.
Crack!
Strong pulling forces kept coming, and in Shao Zifeng's view, cracks appeared in the rock where the short sword was inserted, and the interior of the pillar made a breaking sound, with the blade bending into an arched bridge shape.
Seeing this, Shao Zifeng made up his mind, clutched the stone pillar with one hand, and quickly climbed up, while the other hand holding the sword hilt suddenly exerted force, cutting almost a half circle around the stone pillar with the sharp blade.
Crack!
Under the suction force, the already cracking pillar broke into two pieces along the cut marks, and the heavy pillar shot towards the gaping maw like a rocket under the suction.
