The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulphur and some kind of melting metal.
When rain hit the ground, wisps of acidic white smoke rose.
In the distance lay an endless dark red plain, jagged with bizarre rocks, sporadically dotted with huge, tumor-like molten rock hills, emitting billowing black smoke.
The lead clouds in the sky bore an ominous crimson hue.
"This damn place... more eerie than Anvil Fortress."
Chu Kuanglan muttered gruffly.
The five maintained a tight formation, swiftly traversing this land as if scorched by hellfire.
Suddenly, Jiang Wei, walking beside Fang Qingyu, tugged sharply at his clothes, pointing with her small hand to a distant rocky plain on the right side of the team. A hint of seriousness flashed in her clear, large eyes.
Fang Qingyu immediately looked in the direction she pointed.
He saw on that rocky, jagged, dark red plain an exceptionally conspicuous "black line" rapidly spreading toward them!
