The colors of the flames presented different layers, transitioning from bright red to orange-yellow, then to blue-white, as if forming a vividly colorful world of fire.
The air was filled with a strong scent of sulfur, with waves of heat coming one after another, creating a suffocating feeling.
The scorching temperature of the flames made Ye Qingchen's skin ache faintly, but he gritted his teeth and continued forward.
With every step, a burning heat emanated from the ground underfoot, as if walking on a scorching iron plate.
In the maze, there were many flame jets that occasionally shot out strong fire pillars, blocking some of the passages.
Ye Qingchen had to carefully observe and discern the pattern of the jets to pass safely.
Suspended above the flame maze were many gigantic flame orbs, sometimes still, sometimes rolling, occasionally falling onto the ground. Ye Qingchen had to constantly remain vigilant to avoid being hit by them.
