Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi exchanged a glance, then both broke into happy smiles.
Su Yuntao took a large supply of specially made jerky from his Soul Tool and brought out several large jars of clear liquor. Yang Wudi didn't stand on ceremony, and the two immediately dug in.
Their battle had been brief, but extremely intense. The tremendous exertion had left both of them with almost none of their Soul Power, stamina, or mental strength remaining.
After they'd eaten and drunk their fill, Yang Wudi began to guard Su Yuntao. Food could replenish their stamina, but recovering Soul Power required meditation and absorbing the elements of heaven and earth.
Three hours later, Su Yuntao emerged from meditation. His Soul Power had recovered nearly completely, and the two quickly switched places.
Six hours later, after both had brought themselves back to peak condition, they ate a simple meal of twenty pounds of jerky and drank two large jars of clear liquor, then continued along Hell Road.
As they pressed on, the air grew hotter and hotter. The darkness beneath their feet had faded, revealing a field of red—the color of molten lava.
The rising temperature not only flushed Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi's faces, but also made them increasingly restless.
"Old Yang!" Su Yuntao's pupils contracted, and his expression turned grave.
Yang Wudi warily peered ahead. A pair of fiery red eyes caught his gaze. A dark red giant serpent lay coiled across the narrow path before them.
The giant serpent was more than fifty meters long. Its blood-red eyes were like lanterns, and it flicked its tongue as it glared at them with murderous intent.
Nine bulges rose along the strange serpent's back. Yang Wudi took a closer look, and cold sweat immediately ran down his face. Each bulge