The Fifth Brother, Mao Butong, was having no better luck. Despite using his agile body technique to toy with the entire mountain in the palm of his hand, the iron ball's relentless impacts were gradually chiseling down the mountain.
Things were supposed to proceed as expected; the spirit body should be hiding somewhere in the mountain. Yet, the deeper he chiseled, the stranger it felt. When the mountain was shaved down to a certain point, the iron ball could no longer move an inch.
The Fifth Brother looked as if he had seen a ghost; he couldn't believe his massive iron ball was reduced to mere mortal iron, incapable of even opening a mountain, though it was a magical treasure fashioned from profound iron.
As soon as he indignantly slammed down with renewed vigor, the mountain began to shake violently.
Countless rocks flew and exploded like cannonballs in all directions.
