The party continued deeper into the magma. Another half hour passed before Yao Chen suddenly stopped, eyes closed as his powerful soul force spread ahead like ripples across water.
The moment Yao Chen stopped, Xiao Xuan did too. The vast procession came to a halt right after them, and everyone turned their attention to Yao Chen.
His expression grew more and more solemn. A moment later, he abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of delight in them. His soul force had sensed that they had reached the end ahead. They should be there soon.
He drew a deep breath. Within him, boundless Dou Qi surged like a roaring tide.
Brilliant light burst from his body as his Dou Qi furiously gathered, condensing into a gigantic sword of light.
The sword shone dazzlingly, its immense power twisting the space around its blade.
Yao Chen gripped the hilt in both hands, his gaze resolute and unwavering, and swung the sword forcefully at the magma ahead.
At that strike, a thunderous boom rang out, as if the entire underground sea of magma had shuddered.
The magma, which had stretched away without end, was split open in an instant. Crimson-black lava surged to either side, sending countless scalding waves flying.
At the same time, space could no longer withstand that tremendous force, and a deep fissure appeared.
Mysterious light flickered in the dark fissure, and an ancient, enigmatic aura seeped out from within.
This was the first time Hun Tiandi had seen Yao Chen truly make a move. He was deeply shocked and thought to himself,
"Yao Chen really does have some skill! If I want to deal with him, it looks like I'll have to put in some serious effort!"
The others stared intently at the fissure, their hearts filled with anticipation and