The sky of the Scorching Wasteland seemed dyed with molten gold, a sea of orange-red where dense, billowing waves of heat distorted the field of vision, making even distant scenery appear to sway in an illusion. The moment Xu Tiancai and his companions stepped onto this scorched earth, a sizzling sound rose from the soles of their shoes—the protest of leather making contact with scalding rock. The heat of the ground surged upward through the arches of their feet like a greedy demon, attempting to burn away every ounce of strength in their bodies.
A'gang frowned, beads of sweat as large as peas rolling down his forehead, instantly vaporized into white streaks. His battle axe had been baked red by the high temperature, resembling one just pulled from a furnace. "This ghost of a place is even harder to bear than that snowy peak! It's so hot my skin feels like it's roasting!" he spat, yet he dared not slacken in the slightest. Holding his battle axe horizontally, he remained vigilant against the Fire Spirit Sprites that could spring out from anywhere at any moment.
The Fire Spirit Sprites did not make them wait long. Before long, several clusters of fierce flames leaped out from the cracks in the parched earth, twisting to form humanoid shapes. Their flame "hair" danced, and tyrannical firelight leaped in their "eyes" as they lunged forward with roars. The tallest one in the lead swung both arms, lashing out with two whips of fire. Wherever they passed, the air snapped and crac…
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