"Damn it!"
From the scorched earth where flames continuously fell, a curse from Zhao Yincheng resounded. The flames here descended too frequently, and even with their level of strength, it was sometimes quite troublesome to handle.
Bound by a gravitational constraint ten times heavier than elsewhere, it was difficult for them to deftly evade these flames.
Bang!
Ye Xuan suddenly halted his steps, and a searing fireball smashed down fiercely in front of him, leaving a charred and blackened crater.
Apart from Elder Jin and the other solitary swordsman, others generally faced some troubles. However, the trouble wasn't significant for Ye Xuan, and the few dangerous situations were actually deliberate openings he left. With his keen perception, these weren't considered troubles at all.
"We've arrived."
Just as the group felt frustrated and irritable, Elder Jin's voice suddenly came from ahead.
