Blocked by Ning Rongrong, Tang San could only walk awkwardly to one side.
He looked down into the hollow from above.
Tang San could not help starting in surprise at the terrain before him.
Before them lay an inverted cone-shaped hollow. The mountaintop where they stood formed its rim, and thick clouds of steam rose from within. The steam was heavy with moisture and carried the distinctive scent of sulfur.
"It's actually a hot spring!"
He wanted to go down and take a look, but he feared Dugu Bo might return after he left. Another fight would be bad, so he quietly crouched to one side and began studying the surrounding terrain.
A few minutes later, Zhu Zhuqing finally awoke from her deep sleep.
Feeling Zhu Zhuqing's fingers twitch in her palm, Xiao Wu immediately looked toward Liu Erlong's arms. "Rongrong, look! She's waking up! Her eyelids are moving!"
Ning Rongrong had been listless, but at Xiao Wu's call, she hurried over and tried to help Zhu Zhuqing sit up.
Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes and slowly looked around. Her head still ached faintly, and her mind still felt utterly empty.
"Did that Titled Douluo die?"
The words came weakly from Zhu Zhuqing's lips. Holding Xiao Wu's and Ning Rongrong's hands for support, she stood up.
She had only four destiny points left now, and she did not know whether Dugu Bo was dead.
Zhu Zhuqing was already regretting her recklessness. If those destiny points had truly proved useless, she and the others would certainly have died.
Zhu Zhuqing's question left everyone stunned.
"He probably didn't die?" Xiao Wu answered uncertainly. In her eyes, a Titled Douluo had always been an incredibly powerful existence. How could Zhu Zhuqing's fourth Soul Skill possibly have killed one?
"Ahem, ahem."
Liu Erlong looked