Whoosh—
Gurgle, gurgle—
The view was fixed at a certain height within the cave.
A black figure suddenly streaked across the timeless black rock.
Then, bright crimson liquid completely filled the entire frame.
The magma surged upward at incredible speed, with no sign of erupting in intermittent bursts.
Someone had definitely interfered. What kind of trial teleported people to the bottom of a lake and immediately went all out?
Cypher was not surprised that such a dangerous trial had appeared, because the Altar God had already warned him.
The talisman that twisted space-time and pulled trial-takers suffering fatal injuries back to their starting point was the best proof.
Originally, this level forced trial-takers to climb upward to escape the magma, testing their physical agility and endurance, their firm will and courage under pressure, as well as their observational skills and decisiveness.
But a trial-taker's limits could never exceed his own.
Cypher had an inexplicable confidence in that.
After all, even Merlin had praised his current physical capabilities!
So there was no way the magma could be rising this quickly!
This was no trial. It was meant to consume the trial-takers' protective talismans here—or even kill them here.
No wonder he had not sensed the slightest trace of evil energy. They had directly altered the mechanism here!
And to avoid alerting anyone, they had not even left behind any power to guard this place!
Of course, those were all Cypher's guesses. Even if they differed from the truth, it did not matter much.
As for finding out the truth, he had to escape first.
He had not received a protective talisman. If that magma, hot enough to melt steel, swallowed him, he would truly die!
But the Sky-Stepping Boots had already reached their limit...
Under the intense strain, fine beads