Upon hearing their conversation, Luo Ting spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had to admit that his luck was the absolute worst. At the bottom of this Wild Flame Cliff where people rarely come even once every thousand years, two spiritual beasts that shared a brotherhood with Qin Wushuang had been staying in wait here.
Everything seemed like chess pieces arranged by Qin Wushuang that waited for him to come to the door. This giant lava lake seemed to like a trap deliberately set up by Qin Wushuang just waiting for him to walk into.
Regardless of how infuriated Luo Ting was, the more he struggled in this giant lava lake, the more he sunk. In less than a moment, the lava had covered his body up to his waist.
