The world beneath Leifeng Pagoda was stifling, scorching, and strangely oppressive. Waves of blazing heat made it hard to breathe.
The Fire Qilin and the false phoenix took turns unleashing their powers, stirring up towering poisonous flames from the lava pool. The flames crashed against the West Lake Water pouring down from above, evaporating it into dense clouds of steam and mist.
Pools of scorching lava eventually cooled into ash-black mud and sand, falling to the ground. Whenever they piled up into a small mound several yards high, Monk Hui En would swiftly shove them toward the corners around the cavern with his formidable palm force, until heaps of ash and mud had already formed mountains there.
This process had continued for a full five days.
Even with the Fire Qilin and Fire Phoenix's stamina and strength, they had begun to feel deeply exhausted.
The lava in the pool below had also dropped by more than a dozen yards.
Jiang Dali had supervised the work here as though steaming in a sauna, and nothing had gone wrong along the way.
But seeing the Fire Qilin and false phoenix's exhausted state now, he knew both beasts were physically and mentally drained. They might not even be able to hold on for another ten days.
As early as the second day, the Eighteen Divine Monk Relics, which had served as support, had completely exhausted all their energy. Now, he could only hope the Fire Qilin and false phoenix could last a while longer.
"If they cannot hold on, there is no other way. We can only let the West Lake Water pour into the lava pool. It probably will not rush all the way to the earth's core that quickly, and it will be difficult for it to cool a large area