A dozen or so long seconds passed before a sound like a popping bubble echoed. The ordinary dirt pit vanished without a trace, replaced by a fiery red crater several meters in diameter. Olaf stood firmly beside it, wielding his War Axe in both hands.
Fang Zhou's spirits were instantly lifted. Even from twenty meters away, he could feel a wave of intense heat. The very air at the mouth of the crater rippled, a clear indication of the extreme temperature inside!
"Olaf, what's the situation inside?"
"My lord, there are demons! Hundreds of them!" As he spoke, Olaf couldn't help but swing his War Axe, an excited demeanor seldom seen on him.
