Qin Yang floated in the sea of magma, pressed tightly against a black stone suspended within it. He drifted with the current, utterly motionless.
In just three hours, within this place that resembled a true ocean, he had already spotted three different creatures patrolling the area.
Two Crimson Ghosts and a strange beast shaped like a crocodile could all swim freely through the sea of magma.
These fellows' senses might not have been particularly sharp, but if anyone appeared within the magma sea, they would inevitably have to use their power to resist the terrifying pressure and heat.
At that time, detecting them would become exceptionally easy.
Unfortunately, they had failed to account for Body Refiners. A truly powerful Body Refiner could use even their eyelids to block a great move. In a place like this, there was no need to stir one's blood and qi at all.
As long as Qin Yang did not move, even if these fellows swam right past him, they might not notice him.
But because of that, Qin Yang did not dare move about carelessly either.
Who the hell knew what was going on here?
Junior Brother Zhang had not died. It was probably because that fellow was quick to grease the soles of his feet and run. Even if he had exposed his tracks, his pursuers might not have been able to catch him.
After being killed three times in a single day by Uncle Meng's special training, if that fellow still had not improved, then he was truly beyond saving.
Qin Yang did not possess Zhang Zhengyi's means of escape, nor did he have his death-defying divine ability. He could only proceed the conventional way.
He drifted along in the underground magma sea for an entire week before the patrolling guards finally