Wang Ping turned around instinctively. An even more unbearable dry heat immediately assailed his entire body, clinging to the spiritual veins of his physical body like maggots to bone, as if his spiritual veins would evaporate the next moment.
Suppressing his discomfort, he cautiously raised his head to look ahead. The first thing he saw was lava flowing ten zhang away, rolling like a river. The surging heat waves made one unable to resist looking twice; when they swept over, even the air boiled. The distorted light and shadows caused by the high temperature made the space before him seem like an illusion.
Gray dust drifted before his eyes like a fine rain, heavy yet carrying an indescribable delicacy. It danced within the warped space, adding a trace of desolation to the scorching land before him.
Looking farther ahead, he saw a magnificent mountain in the midst of the churning lava. When Wang Ping looked upon it, his eyes prickled with searing pain, making him instinctively narrow them. Sparks occasionally burst from the mountain body, like countless vivid crimson petals dancing through the air.
Yet a sense of danger arose in Wang Ping's heart. He did not find this a beautiful scene. At this moment, he felt as though the space warped by the heat was about to swallow him whole.
Just as Wang Ping was about to lower his head, that scorching aura vanished. The heat radiating from the magma suddenly receded. As a hot wind swept through, all the dancing dust dispersed, and the towering mountain in the middle of the lava actually began to move.
Only then did Wang Ping realize that mountain was a Golden Crow—a colossal Golden Crow. As it moved, its crimson wings trembled lightly, stirring dense Fire Spirit aura that exploded through the