After some time, Zhang Nian brought Zi Yan to the bottom of the magma.
"Sss!"
As these shrill cries rang out, the surrounding magma surged violently. Zhang Nian then saw countless crimson figures rushing in from every direction, until they had completely surrounded him.
Perhaps the crimson magma world had kept him confined for too long. A trace of hostility rose in Zhang Nian's heart. He stamped his foot, and a vast spatial ripple burst outward from him in every direction. In an instant, the surrounding magma scattered and fled, and the figures hidden within it were fully revealed before Zhang Nian's eyes.
His gaze swept over them one by one. Suddenly, he noticed two milky-white figures among the crimson Lizardmen, standing conspicuously at the rear. These two looked much older than the other Lizardmen, and he could tell that their strength was far greater as well.
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like these two are the leaders of the Lizardmen."
Muttering to himself, Zhang Nian shot forward. The two Lizardmen were no weaklings; judging by their auras, they had already reached the Half-Saint level. But in front of Zhang Nian, they were still no match. The gap between a Half-Saint and a Dou Sheng was like the difference between heaven and earth.
The two Lizardmen knew they couldn't beat Zhang Nian, even with their entire tribe backing them up. They had no intention of fighting, instead calling out in an earnest attempt to persuade him:
"Human, this is the Graveyard of the Gods. Without a token, anyone who comes here will be left behind forever by the guardian. Leave at once!"
Zhang Nian said nothing. He knew who was waiting beyond this place. After all, that was the whole reason he had come. If he wanted Zi Yan to grow up