Ye Qingtang gave Little White Tiger a look, and didn't bother continuing the conversation.
The rain of fire and flames covering the earth had all vanished following the dispersion of the Fire Demons and the intense heat that had scorched into the ground was the only thing left of the flames.
The key's protection was the only reason they weren't being roasted by the heat as they walked upon the smouldering ground. There was even more magma covering the ground now, dyeing the entire earth a pulsing, flaming red. The dark red magma spread across the ground like the huge web of a spider.
As they ventured forward, Little White Tiger scanned the endless earth as it followed behind Ye Qingtang with the three people on its back.
"How much further is it to the Cemetery of the True Gods? If we meet with another incarnation of the Cursed True God before we get there, we won't even have a place to hide."
