"Of course I'm afraid."
Chu Youwei gave a bleak smile. "But what use is being afraid?"
Perhaps her emotions had reached their depths, for a trace of desolation surfaced in her eyes. "I've experienced too many desperate things in this life. If I truly have to die here now, perhaps... it would be a release."
Lu Feng frowned, unable to bear it. "There's still a long road ahead. Don't live so despairingly. With me here, you won't die so easily!"
As Lu Feng's voice fell, he manipulated his spiritual energy to turn the circular platform at the center of the helm beneath them. At times he turned it half a circle counterclockwise, then switched to clockwise. With every turn, one or two broken patterns would be drawn by his spiritual energy onto their corresponding stone strips.
He turned it five times in total, roughly two and a half circles. At last, the eight patterns atop it all aligned with the stone strips, resonating with the outer stone ring.
With a thunderous boom, the stone wall on the west side slowly began to descend, lowering until it was level with the magma below.
The three of them looked toward the west at once. With the stone wall no longer blocking their view, they could vaguely make out four thick iron chains hanging outside through the firelight.
"Great!" Liu Chu cried out in delight. "Those should be the chains hanging down from the rooms above. We should be able to leave this ghost place by climbing along them."
"No time to waste." Lu Feng raised a hand to support Chu Youwei, and together with Liu Chu, hurried toward the iron chains. Because of the height, they had to leap across the thin stone strips. Though they did not touch the magma, the