On the road to heaven, there were people constantly surging over, and there were also people constantly falling.
The higher they went, the fewer people there were.
When they reached a million feet, there were only a few dozen people left.
On the road, there were also flames.
These flames were the Golden crow's flames. The higher he went, the more powerful the flames became.
A few hundred thousand feet higher, even the venerable sovereigns felt a trace of pressure and began to slow down.
At this point, the Golden Crow fire had already covered the entire tunnel. They were all in a sea of fire.
With their immortal essence sealed, they were unable to block the flames and could only allow the flames to burn their bodies.
Some venerable sovereigns with weaker bodies had their skin burned by the flames.
"Damn, it's still so far away!"
Liu heihu was walking in the middle of the group. He looked up and his face fell.
