Thanks to the speed of the Golden-winged Roc, Zhou and Lu Yaoyao quickly arrived at the area filled with fire fissures.
Looking out, the land seemed to have been chopped by a giant deity, with dozens of fissures of varying lengths crisscrossing, spewing out blue or green flames.
The heat waves distorted the air, even making the rocks appear molten.
Based on memory, Zhou's gaze immediately locked onto the central giant fissure, which was about three zhang wide.
The rocks at the edge of the fissure had long crystallized, shimmering with a strange light under the scorching of the dark blue flame.
He handed the old hen to Lu Yaoyao without hesitation: "Hide it away."
Lu Yaoyao took the old hen, clearly feeling the terrifying power contained within those seemingly calm flames.
Even separated by several zhang, the scorching aura already made her Nascent Soul tremble, as if it was about to be roasted.
