The temperature coming from this strange iron gate was somewhat unbearable even for Liu Haizhu, but after all, he was a professional magician. With a casual wave of his hand, a cool breath covered his body. He kicked open the iron gate and went inside.
"no!!!!!"
The black Horse Bandit saw Liu Haizhu rush into the iron gate, his face instantly filled with shock, taking several quick steps in an attempt to stop Liu Haizhu. But the searing heat that hit his face made him stop in his tracks, his weaker self staring at the iron door with a troubled expression.
"Boss... Boss..."
The other three lackeys also caught up, gasping for air and supporting their knees, struggling to breathe.
"He, went in, I can't withstand fire, can't go in."
Pointing at the door, speaking in broken Chinese, the dark-faced man said with a stern face, "You all, go in, throw him, to his death for me."
