The black rocks were twisted, overlapping layer upon layer.
This was what volcanic magma looked like after cooling.
Amidst rising heat, a pungent smell of sulfur filled this world.
On the open black terrain, two people walked together.
One was a young woman wearing a ragged apprentice magic robe. Her hood was not pulled over her head, exposing her exquisite, pretty, yet haggard face. Most captivating were her eyes, as bright and clear as the finest purple crystal. At this moment, the girl's eyes were filled with worry.
The other was an old man. His gray beard dragged down to his chest. Because it had not been groomed for a long time, it was as dirty as a long-used rag that had never been cleaned. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, the lenses already cracked. His steps were faltering, his figure withered and thin, and the wrinkles all over his face made the suffering he was enduring at this moment appear even more profound.
The old man and the young woman were none other than Cang Xu and Zi Di.
According to Sir Zhen Jin's arrangement, when Sir Zhen Jin broke through first and lured away all the gun scorpions, the two of them seized the opportunity to escape from the mountain cave.
At this moment, they were retracing their steps, wanting to leave this igneous rock area and return to the desert.
Rumble.
A muffled thunder-like sound suddenly came from afar.
Zi Di and Cang Xu stopped in their tracks and turned around to look back.
They saw the volcano in the far distance gushing out a massive amount of red lava.
The lava spewed extremely high, at least eight hundred meters by a simple visual estimate.
Pitch-black thick smoke covered half the sky.