The molten lava, fiery red and blazing hot, resembled freshly smelted steel.
At this moment, it was flowing within a vast space in Kirin Cave.
In the center of the flowing lava sat a tree covered in blood-red fruits.
Those fruits looked quite pretty, about the size of an egg.
The tree was lush, with leaves not green but a dark red hue.
If it weren't for its shape as a tree, it would be hard to associate it with one.
Above the magma was a suspended stone path.
The people of Tiandao Country were walking on the stone path at this moment.
General Ito's gaze, intense as a torch, was fixed on the blood-red Qilin Fruit.
A look of excitement quickly emerged.
His lips trembled slightly, "This is the Qilin Fruit!"
At that moment, he wished nothing more than to pluck the Qilin Fruit himself and devour one.
"Pluck the fruits!"
General Ito raised his voice and commanded.
He had been preparing for this day for decades.
In Jiuzhou Country, there was a magical art.
