The instant the smell of sulfur burst in their nasal cavities, Jiang Ye had already pulled Ye Shuli back over three paces.
A dark iron dagger nailed itself into the spot where they had just been standing, and lava spewed out along the hilt, etching charred formation patterns onto the ground.
"The teleporter positioning error exceeds fifty meters." Ye Shuli stared at the melting dagger, her thumbpads rubbing the hot rhomboid crystal inside her brocade pouch.
Chapter 567