Despair filled Zhu Qianqi's heart.
He had only just eliminated the great demon threatening Lava Fort. Before he could even celebrate, he had run into a Void God Realm expert.
This expert clearly held a grudge against Jiang Ping An and had come to kill him and silence any witnesses.
Zhu Qianqi was no child. He knew he would be silenced too.
He was furious that Jiang Ping An had dragged him into this.
But anger was useless now.
In the face of life and death, many problems became small ones.
Jiang Ping An poured Blood Qi into the Flying Feather Wings on his back, grabbed Zhu Qianqi, and plunged into an erupting volcano.
"Which way is Demonfire Cave?"
Jiang Ping An pressed him again, his voice unnervingly calm.
Unlike most people, the more dangerous the situation, the calmer he became. It was a gift.
That gift had helped him find a path to life in desperate straits countless times.
"Going to Demonfire Cave means death too. Years ago, a Void God Realm expert from your Holy Land entered it and never came out. Rumor has it he died inside."
Zhu Qianqi's voice was listless and heavy with despair. He had lost all desire to survive.
"Cut the nonsense! Which way is Demonfire Cave?"
Jiang Ping An used the Soul Disorder Art on Zhu Qianqi, stirring a glimmer of hope for survival in his heart.
His Blood Qi was limited. He could not keep flying for long, and every moment was precious.
He had to find a chance to survive before his Blood Qi ran out.
Zhu Qianqi replied through a voice transmission, "Demonfire Cave is to the northwest. At my flying speed, it would take about two hours."
With his direction set, Jiang Ping An shot into the rock