Yun Sheng glanced down again, still unable to spot Divine Wind and the others. She thought for a moment, decided that as long as she was careful, she probably wouldn't fall into Huo Yaoyao's trap.
The two continued to walk upwards.
Ahead of them appeared a giant volcanic crater the size of a football field.
In the crater, flames reached the sky, void of any sign of life.
This place resembled a vast sea of fire, where long-dormant magma flowed slowly.
The most shocking thing about this volcano was that right in the middle of the crater there was an island.
Unlike other areas of the Fire Elf Sacred Mountain, this island was an iceberg island.
The island was small, only about ten square meters in size, with a few rugged ice rocks faintly visible on it and nothing else.
Yun Sheng knew, in the middle of the island, there was a spring.
The treasured Life Water of the Elf Clan was derived from that spring.
