Although the magma lake had cooled to form stone, it was still several hundred degrees hot.
Luo Hongchen hugged his feet and retreated, hurriedly taking off his shoes after suffering greatly from the heat.
As time ticked by, Liu Mang, Luo Hongchen, and Li Dapang stared at each other, each waiting for the moment the magma lake would completely cool down.
All three were red with urgency; they all knew the Fire Soul was a treasure and each wanted to claim it for themselves.
Having come so far and finally laying eyes on the Fire Soul, none of them were willing to let someone else snatch it away.
Not to mention Liu Mang and Luo Hongchen, even Li Dapang was not content—after all, they were all from the mystic sects.
It felt as if the timeline had stretched indefinitely, and time seemed to crawl to a near standstill for the three of them.
Luo Hongchen plucked a few strands of his hair and blew them forward, only for them to give off a charred scent before even touching the stone.
