The sky was covered with dark clouds, the earth below stretched with continuous mountain ranges, dotted with massive volcanoes. Columns of pitch-black smoke rose like gigantic black pillars connecting heaven and earth, standing tall between the heavens and the earth.
The air was thick with the scent of sulfur, with fiery red magma rivers meandering over the surface, emitting enormous amounts of scorching fire qi.
Suddenly, a streak of electric light flashed across the horizon, illuminating the darkness for a split second, darting over vast mountain ranges and roaring towards the depths of the endless infernal abyss.
Riding day and night without rest, Zhao Sheng compressed the journey of sixteen days into nine. Now, the Gui Ruins Square was within reach.
However, after so many days, Wuzhiqi, with only one remaining head, was on the brink of death, with its divine soul almost falling into a coma.
