In the golden red world, nine copper pillars upheld a nine-tiered tower of fire.
Countless golden fire crows fluttered their wings, the melting furnace burned heaven and earth, tormenting all things. Even iron-willed individuals would melt into iron liquid in this place, unable to withstand it for even a moment.
The collision of the fire crows seemed like the hammering of a giant hammer, shaking Lu Bei to his teeth. His whole body felt numb, and his soul seemed to tremble along with it.
The blue-green Taoist robe that Qin Fangtian offered with both hands, which were said to resist both water and fire, and be impervious to all attacks, was already roasted black in just the time it took to make a cup of tea, with a burnt smell that was unbearable.
The bad news was, he had fallen into a trap.
The good news was that the heat wave was stoking the Immortal Sword Body, shooting up his experience points.
There was both pain and joy.
