After Feng Jun finished giving instructions to Yi Jue, his body sank, directly dropping to the outskirts of the lava field.
Although this was more than a thousand li from the lava eruption point, the heat was still overwhelming, and Feng Jun had to circulate Spiritual Energy to resist it.
He couldn't help griping with his Divine Sense, "Seriously, what kind of damned places do you pick? This time I'm staring down this many Cultivators head-on."
"I'd very much like to know what went wrong too," the Yin Spirit Bigwig was even more frustrated than him. "I set up so many Secret Stash Points so that if I ran into trouble, I could recover quickly… why would I ever want them exposed?"
Feng Jun smacked his lips, pulled out a cigarette and lit it—though it was about to self-ignite anyway. "Then hurry up and find it. If this drags on, I'm worried even Sancai True Sage might not be able to keep the situation under control."
