Seventh hour.
The Demon, who had returned early to the volcano's crater, secretly conveyed a message to the ten-horned python's blood within the divine blood lava.
"Lord Ten-horned, it has already been seven hours, and Zhou Leng has not come up yet. He may have great potential."
In the depths of the lava, not far from where Zhou Leng fell.
The ten-horned python blood pondered for a long time and finally decided to follow the Celestial Calamity God's orders, slowly swimming towards Zhou Leng's landing point.
"Hmm?"
Upon arriving there, he could not sense Zhou Leng's presence at all.
So he slowly ascended, soon approaching the lava's surface, and sent a message to the Demon.
"He didn't come out?"
"No."
"Then he must have gone deeper, very good, very good, this only proves even more that he deserves to be killed."
The ten-horned python blood quickly dove down.
One hundred meters, two hundred meters, eight hundred meters, a thousand meters.
