Jiu Xiao used his hand as a blade, driving it hard into the stone wall beside him, but it did not help in the slightest. Only the endlessly tumbling rocks proclaimed Jiu Xiao's repeated failures. As they drew closer and closer to that monster, Jiu Xiao was frantic within, yet he still comforted Qiong Luo beside him.
No one knew where the end of this crack lay. As their falling speed increased, the temperature within the fissure began to rise madly. Even the rocks on either side began to take on a pale pink hue. Further down, the rocks turned a dark black, no longer retaining even a trace of their original appearance.
Qiong Luo had completely lost her composure. Held tightly by Jiu Xiao, she watched the red rocks continuously falling past on both sides, and everything in her instincts surfaced—worry, fear, unease, and more.
But Jiu Xiao had no time to tend to her emotions. He rapidly surveyed everything around them. Only by stopping could they survive.
No one knew what that thing beneath the fissure was. And since it could survive in such a scorching place, its strength was surely no small matter. The instant they approached it would likely be the instant death arrived.
When Jiu Xiao finally spotted a somewhat larger rock and guided them onto it, both of them let out a breath of relief. Jiu Xiao secretly glanced toward the very bottom of the fissure. The monster's eyes glowed green, wisps of green vapor rising from its body. Countless fire patterns steamed upward, and Jiu Xiao's brows were beginning to yellow.
"What do we do?" Qiong Luo asked, looking at Jiu Xiao.
"Wait," Jiu Xiao said.
"What did you say?"
"Wait," Jiu Xiao repeated.
"At a time like this, isn't waiting just waiting