Deep within Fentian Volcano, rock mist swirled. Even the air here was scorching hot, and inhaling it into the body would cause considerable trouble.
Fentian Volcano was riddled with countless enormous pitch-black cracks. Occasionally, a deadly stream of magma would spurt from one of them.
The fire-attributed elemental energy here was incredibly dense. After accumulating over countless years, it contained an almost terrifying amount of power. One careless mistake could leave them capsized in a gutter.
In this scorching region, faint sounds of air being split suddenly rang out. Several figures then flashed rapidly over from the distance.
After flashing several times, they appeared a hundred meters away. Only when they drew closer could their appearances be seen clearly. Naturally, they were Mo Yu, Xiao Yan, and the others, who had come for the Fentian Spirit Fire.
Mo Yu's figure drifted lightly down onto a scorching rock. He gazed into the distance, but because of the rock mist, his field of vision was severely obstructed.
"Cousin Xiao Yan, where is the Fentian Spirit Fire?" Mo Yu glanced to the side and looked toward Xiao Yan, Zi Yan, and Xun'er behind him.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan also looked around before slowly closing his eyes.
As the emperor among flames, the man known as the Flame Emperor was exceptionally sensitive to certain flames.
After sensing for a moment, Xiao Yan opened his eyes again and pointed westward. He said softly, "Over there. It should be soon. Fentian Volcano erupted not long ago, so the aura of the Fentian Spirit Fire leaked out. I can sense it even from far away."
Mo Yu nodded slightly. He had great faith in Xiao Yan's judgment.
His gaze swept over Zi Yan, Xiao Yan, and Xun'er. Mo Yu then exhaled softly. It seemed that a fierce