Wild Dog Daoist looked at the mouth of the well, sealed tight with solid ice, and felt that Zheng Dali down below really was pitiful.
Zhang Xiaofan had no choice but to stand on the ice, lift his left foot, and stamp down hard. But because it was blocked far too tightly, one stomp, two stomps... though the ice cracked underfoot, it still remained wedged in the mouth of the well.
In the end, left with no other way, Zhang Xiaofan could only stand on the ice and jump with all his might.
Wild Dog Daoist almost couldn't bear to look. The dignified Vice Sect Leader of the Ghost King Sect was actually making such childish and shameful movements.
After a few more jumps, the ice beneath Zhang Xiaofan's feet suddenly collapsed all at once. Caught off guard, Zhang Xiaofan had already sprung up into the air and was still bearing down with force. With that leap, he instantly stepped into empty space and fell straight into the well.
"Ah!" The other six people at the edge of the well cried out in unison, hurriedly leaning half their bodies over as they tried to reach out and grab him. But they saw that Zhang Xiaofan had already fallen into the well, and in the blink of an eye he was about to touch the magma. Just then, a wave of magma happened to surge up, about to slap into Zhang Xiaofan in an instant. The terrifying sight made the people by the well scream again.
Zhang Xiaofan was just about to cast a spell and summon a spiritual shield to protect himself when a figure flashed through the magma wave. Immediately after, that person grabbed Zhang Xiaofan by the belt and dragged him up toward the mouth of the well.