Roar, roar, roar...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The Flame River seemed to boil. Flames burned wildly across its entire length, and savage pressure spread, changing the very colors of heaven and earth.
In the first half of the Flame River.
"This is bad! The Flame River is boiling, and the pressure is growing stronger!" "The pressure is too strong. We can't hold out."
"The pressure is too strong! We can't hold on!"
"Everyone, fall back!"
Although a month had already passed, many Half-Step True Gods still gathered within the Flame River. Some had secured quite a few treasures and wanted to press onward to compete for Ancestral God Lingchang's inheritance.
Others could no longer endure the Flame River's scorching heat and pressure and wanted to retreat. But... entering had been easy. Getting out was nowhere near as simple.
Whenever anyone tried to leave, tremendous pressure came crushing down.
There was simply no way out.
This was precisely the concern Qin Hao had raised at the beginning. Unfortunately, everyone had been intent on fighting over treasures back then. No one had given the matter any thought.
Now.
The Flame River suddenly boiled. Everyone's expression instantly turned horrified, and they retreated, doing everything they could to avoid the crushing pressure.
Farther ahead in the Flame River.
"Almost there. I'm finally almost there!"
Yan Zijun's face was deathly pale, but his gaze brimmed with longing as he looked toward Lingchang Palace, now barely One Hundred Meters ahead.
One Hundred Meters!
In more than a month.
Yan Zijun had only managed to advance nearly ten thousand meters.
And those ten thousand meters had taken everything Yan Zi Jun had.
Had Yan Zijun not enslaved Duanmu Jie early on, he probably would have had no hope of making it this far.
A little behind Yan Zijun,