Five of them rushed out of the lava stream and stood at the banks. There were still waves of heat coming from all around them, and the ground was extremely hot. A planetary-stage martial warrior wouldn't be able to even stand.
"Is everyone alright?" Wang Teng asked as he looked at An Lan and the others.
"I'm fine." An Lan shook his head and then asked the other three cosmos-stage mechas, "An Feng, An Jian, An Dong. What about you guys?"
"It's nothing. It's just a little hot. If we didn't react fast enough, we would be in trouble," a mecha race martial warrior answered.
"This lava stream is the real thing. Even our bodies wouldn't be able to bear it," another mecha race martial warrior said.
"Be careful. If you turn into a pool of molten iron, I'll have to spend money to reforge your bodies. It's troublesome," An Lan cautioned.
Silence.
