Louis urged his horse forward, heading deep into the geothermal area of the Red Tide Territory.
However, as soon as they stepped into the outskirts, his warhorse began to grow restless, letting out anxious whinnies.
"Can't go any further?" Louis tightened the reins, dismounted, and continued on foot.
Though autumn was upon them and the northern lands should have been icy cold, in this area, the ground temperature had already exceeded eighty degrees.
Even the thick-soled riding boots couldn't block the burning sensation, as if walking on a scorching iron plate.
He took off the heavy wolf fur coat, wearing only a light shirt.
The fighting energy surged within him, forming a thin protective barrier against the incoming high heat.
Yet even so, he still felt as if he were being steamed, with sweat nearly soaking his back in an instant.
