He weaved and darted through the ever-shrinking space between the lava, like dancing gracefully atop a red-hot blade.
One misstep, and if he set foot in the lava, Meng Chao would be reduced to ashes, his flesh and soul burned away completely.
His response was to take the initiative, exposing one "flaw" after another and luring the Origin Warrior into smashing the lava down at the landing points he had calculated.
Using this method, he precisely planned where the Origin Warrior's lava would fall, searching for a perilously narrow path to survival amid the molten flow.
Naturally, this was extraordinarily difficult.
He could not stray too far from the Origin Warrior.
If he did, the Origin Warrior would never attack so readily.
Nor could he plan too broad an escape route. The Origin Warrior was no fool; he would naturally add another earth-shattering hammer blow right onto that route.
Thus, Meng Chao could only push his speed to the limit, circling the Origin Warrior nonstop, watching helplessly as the blazing war hammers came whistling down above his head. Only before the raging flames seeped into the cracks of his skull did he dodge like a madman.
At their closest, sparks from the Flame War Hammer nearly splashed into his eyes.
The Totem Armor's shrieks never ceased from beginning to end.
The components representing the helmet, Chest Armor, Arm Armor, and breathing all emitted an extremely dangerous red glow.
Urgently flashing Cuneiform Script poured down from the top of Meng Chao's vision like a torrential downpour.
This meant the Totem Armor had suffered an assault of extreme heat. Its performance parameters had plummeted, and many parts had lost their ability to keep changing and repair themselves. Transparent holes were about to be burned through it!
Meng Chao could faintly smell the