Chapter 301
Luckily, Newt hadn't come with him...
As he landed on the ground, Cypher felt a trace of relief for Newt.
The environment here was exceptionally harsh, permeated by an air of wasteland.
Beneath the veil of smoke, the sky was a dim crimson.
Streams of bluish-black smoke rose intermittently from the mountainside and the surrounding terrain.
The smoke drifted upward before eventually blending into the environment.
The air was thick with sulfides, and this place was halfway up a volcano.
With every breath, even Cypher's dragon-blood-enhanced body felt a faint scratchiness in his throat.
Such dense acidic air had made the surrounding rocks brittle.
Cypher tilted his head slightly and glanced behind him.
A trail of footprints, each an inch deep, was stamped into the ground.
If Newt had come here, he would probably have needed to maintain magic constantly just to sustain his basic bodily functions.
For example, using a Bubblehead Charm to isolate himself from the outside air.
As its name suggested, after the Bubblehead Charm was cast, a bubble covered the caster's head like an upside-down fishbowl.
This spell had been invented to isolate harmful gases in the air.
But the problem was that the caster had to keep the spell active to ensure a supply of fresh air.
Otherwise, it would be easy to suffocate oneself unconscious.
Why unconscious rather than dead?
It was the same reason why you could not suffocate yourself to death by holding your breath and pinching your own nose—once you passed out, your limbs stopped moving...
The harmful substances in the air could be dealt with, but what about the scorching fire energy here?
As for the scorching air, countless spells and potions could easily solve that problem.
The scene before Cypher's eyes was slightly distorted. A stream of