Although the flying sword light barrier cut off the blazing sea of fire, Shen Luo still found the heat unbearable. His cheeks were roasted red, and even his breath became scorching, as if he were inhaling flames.
What formidable fire. It actually reaches such terrifying temperatures, barely inferior to some Spirit Fires! Shen Luo was secretly alarmed. He hurriedly summoned four more Pure Yang Swords and merged them into the surrounding barrier. Only then did he feel somewhat better, and he sped forward.
Yet the farther he went, the higher the temperature in the surrounding sea of fire became. The flames grew extremely viscous. After advancing only two or three li, it became difficult for the fiery barrier to break through the flames around it, forcing him to slow down.
With a sweep of his sleeve, Shen Luo summoned another three flying swords and merged them into the barrier around him.
The front of the fiery barrier abruptly sharpened like a pointed awl, while its sides curved smoothly. It once again pierced through the sea of fire ahead and sped forward.
A phoenix cry sounded within the fiery barrier, and a Vermilion Bird phantom appeared. It circled Shen Luo rapidly, absorbing all the heat that seeped in from outside.
Shen Luo had initially wanted to conserve some magic power, but given the situation, it was better to reach the magma river as soon as possible.
With eleven Pure Yang Swords and the Vermilion Bird Sword Spirit protecting him, the surrounding sea of fire grew increasingly formidable, yet it still could not stop Shen Luo. In less than half a quarter-hour, he forcibly broke through it and arrived at the edge of the magma river...
Golden magma surged and flowed with a rumble, producing the sound of countless muffled thunderclaps rolling