Getting closer, Liao Qing finally couldn't hold on either.
Slowly retreating like the other two, he hid within the blue shield created by Meng Chuan and Master Liaohai, surrounded by a faint mist of water vapor.
Halfway up the climb, Meng Chuan took a step forward.
With his hand shielding his forehead, he gazed at the distant volcano crater.
His eyesight was excellent, allowing him to see the red-cracked rock walls near the crater.
Faintly, he could see magma emerging, snaking like a venomous serpent through the ravines.
Sulfur sparks sprayed out, creating distorted ripples in the air.
Charred bones were half-buried in the scorching volcanic ash, disintegrating into powder with a light step.
Rumbling sound!
His body rocking, Meng Chuan steadied himself by holding his knee, feeling the tremors beneath his feet.
Suddenly, dozens of "molten fire tendrils" wrapped in magma shot out from a nearby fissure.
