Fire God's Graveyard was situated at the top of an active Fire Spirit Volcano.
Nearing this area, one could feel the immense heat coming from there.
Five people stood at the deck of the vessel without a word. Wang Xian cast a look at them. Somehow, he felt that there was something queer about them.
It was as though they were going in for the last fighting chance.
Five of them dressed in oversized clothes with a rain hat on them, and it was hard to distinguish the genders.
But that did not bother Wang Xian. He joined the team to hunt for treasures and the fire-attributed Art of Cultivation. Since they had the map and experience, it would be a lot easier.
"Who's there?"
A loud cry was heard when the yacht arrived at the Fire Spirit Island.
A dozen young men in local attire glared at them coldly.
They had weapons that were not the usual firearms. The gun muzzle was about half a centimeter, which looked threatening.
