In just half an hour, the entire underground space had been transformed beyond recognition.
Castle of Black Iron had absorbed the vast majority of the magma. Yet more than twenty meters of magma still remained on the floor of the space below. The stone walls on all sides were like the inside of a kiln fresh from firing—every surface dark red, radiating searing heat.
Just moments ago, this place truly had been like a sealed kiln.
A sealed kiln was used to fire porcelain or bricks, while fifteen knights had just been shut inside this one.
At the fractured dome of the lower space, fresh magma still flowed down along both stone walls like blood-red waterfalls, though the flow had become very slight. The enormous magma lake above connected to an underground magma vein, and three-quarters of the magma in that lake had now vanished. However, magma from the vein still bubbled forth like spring water. For the flowing magma to completely fill the space below and restore the lake above to its original state would probably take several weeks.
The local terrain of this underground space had been completely altered.
The entire space was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur.
Zhang Tie stepped out of Castle of Black Iron and hovered in midair. After glancing around, he began searching carefully.
Zhang Tie was not worried about the ordinary knights. Even if they had survived the explosion, their chances of living through that searing magma were extremely slim. But he did not dare let down his guard against the devil commander.
If Zhang Tie had learned anything from the devil commander, it was only this—never assume that because you could not accomplish something, others could not either. Only each person knew the trump cards in their own hand. No