"How is it not dead?"
Song Jian was surprised in his heart and couldn't help but glance again at that corner.
In the shadow of a crystallized rock that had already solidified, a cricket the size of a fingernail cap was languidly lying there, hiding in the shadows.
Although the purple thunder tribulation had ended, the temperature within a few hundred meters around the area had already soared to over a hundred degrees, let alone a seemingly ordinary cricket, even an ordinary person would be steamed alive here.
Song Jian's eyes contained the Dragon God's Power, and any disguise below the divine level would be visible to him. He had just glanced casually and didn't care, but when he thought about the environment here, his heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn't resist investigating, only to indeed discover something abnormal.
