Thought Transmission from Blood Sun

The protective formation had opened, and the four entered this underwater space together.

Once the formation's light faded, a scorching wave of heat slammed into them, making them feel slightly suffocated.

The four hurriedly raised their true essence defenses, barely fending off the searing heat.

This was the source that had set the great marsh outside boiling and sent red mist soaring into the sky.

Looking around, they saw streams of blazing crimson lava winding forward like Fire Dragons crawling across the ground.

As though it had sensed the four intruders, the already raging, roaring lava field grew even more furious. Amid the churning explosions, a tongue of flame shot straight toward Song Heng.

His gaze sharpened, and he immediately cast a spell to block it. Yet just as the flame was about to touch him, it suddenly vanished into thin air.

"Hmm? Could it be an illusion?"

Just as Song Heng was puzzled, the true essence shield behind him shattered with a bang.

Just as it had vanished for no reason moments earlier, the tongue of flame now reappeared behind him without warning.

In that critical moment, the other three acted in time. Yang Lingrui used the Two Forms Divine Wind to shove Song Heng aside, while Dongfang Yingcai cast a puppet art and manifested a cage, trapping the tongue of flame within.

Finally, Xue Qingluan summoned a long-eared rabbit of luminous white from her palm. It hopped out, then swallowed the tongue of flame in a single gulp.

Song Heng, having escaped calamity, was shaken to the core. He now felt that he had truly made the right decision. Had he entered alone, that tongue of flame would have severely injured him in a single exchange.

Forget seeking opportunities and treasures afterward—he would likely have struggled even to