Deep within the flame desert, over three-meter-tall golden flames, Jacob was flying with a gray disc as the temperature was around four hundred degrees Celsius, and he felt like he was burning. Just breathing here was like swallowing fire itself.
If it weren't for the unique rank black robe he was wearing, Jacob would be in huge trouble. He was already hundreds of miles deep into the flame desert, and the ice plains had long vanished.
At this moment, Jacob finally stopped as he thought this distance was far more than eloquent enough to start the fire meditation, and he didn't have to worry about running out of flames as this entire desert was burning in golden flames.
He didn't want to go any further because he was sure there would beasts like yetis, not to mention the temperate was a huge hindrance, and if that beast of direction was a fire type, then he didn't dare to face it without having some protection against fire.
