The lizard kept bounding through the rock strata, deliberately avoiding the Dark Mages' huts perched on the rocks. Whenever the pointed-hatted Dark Mages inside saw Li Ziran, however, they took off their hats in salute.
Watching the Magma Monsters working the magma, Li Ziran knew this dinner with the Black Dragon would be anything but simple.
The Hellhound's three noses kept sniffing Li Ziran, as though judging whether he qualified to enter the Dungeon. But after a muffled growl, the hound immediately settled down.
Li Ziran smiled to himself.
His attention was mostly on the hound's tongue. It was intact, proving that his own had not come from this particular hound.
He now hoped to see an exceptional Hellhound. His tongue had helped him distinguish most elements, but he could sense that this was not the limit of a Hellhound's tongue.
Often, he had wanted to check whether the tongue contained ultimate elements, but he could never bear to do it.
These special tongues were too rare to waste.
If this operation went smoothly, perhaps he could ask the Black Dragon Lord for a few. From the looks of things, there seemed to be more than one Hellhound here.
The fact that the Six Flavors House had given him one meant they were not forbidden goods.
The strange, three-headed fellow had no idea what Li Ziran was thinking. All six eyes remained fixed on his departing figure, their wariness gradually giving way to respect.
The hound was intelligent, not some stray dog from the surface.
Beyond the Hellhound, the surroundings grew increasingly red. The magma here was thoroughly viscous, with red crystals even visible within it.
The farther down they went, the more crystals appeared, gradually forming a region of scarlet crystalline rock.
"We're almost at the adamantite rock layer,"