Such a sight made everyone draw a deep breath. Looking at the pool of boiling lava, bubbling and steaming, wariness surfaced in their eyes, and they halted in their tracks.
It was no wonder they felt fear and dread.
Han Bingzhu had reached the half-step Spirit Disk Stage. Though he could not be called outstanding among the outstanding, he was still a remarkable talent. Yet such an expert had died on the spot the instant he attempted to cross this lava. It was not difficult to see that there was much more to this lava than met the eye.
If they were careless, they would likely end up losing their lives.
"What exactly is this lava?"
"I'd wager there are treasures beyond it!"
Many people speculated. Although the lava had swallowed the corpses of many cultivators, it did not frighten them away. Instead, it stirred their desire to explore the floors ahead.
After all, danger and opportunity went hand in hand. If there were no treasures on the final two floors of the Demon Locking Tower, why would the first level be laid with such layers upon layers of obstacles?
Watching Han Bingzhu's fate, Mo Suxue was filled with terror as well. At the very least, she could tell that, at her current level, forcing her way through this lava would only bring her the same fate as Han Bingzhu.
All she could do now was turn her gaze to Yang Chen, curious as to what choice he would make.
For some reason, with Yang Chen standing beside her, she inexplicably felt incomparably safe. It was as if, so long as Yang Chen was there, even this lava that had devoured who knew how many experts would not pose much of a problem.
Yang Chen now stood with his hands