An hour later, after seeing off the three leaders who were concocting their own plans, Jin Xinyue reached an underground base that was even larger three kilometers away through another secret short-distance teleportation array.
Geologically speaking, it was right below the museum of demon miners at the center of the small city.
The decorations of the place seemed to imply that it was an underground museum, too.
On the dark embossments around, the pictures of countless bizarre-looking demon miners who were working hard in the deep, murky mines had been carved.
Some of them were even scenes where the demon miners were struggling to survive collapsed mines, explosions of crystals, or raging floods.
Right ahead of Jin Xinyue was a light beam that was flowing slowly. On the light beam, the names of the demon miners who had been killed in accidents in the mines in the past hundred years were displayed in the smallest font.