The Abyss of Flame is in sight, with undercurrents surging.
The group pressed on toward the Abyss of Flame. The air within Yanfeng Valley grew increasingly scorching and oppressive, as if an invisible giant hand were slowly tightening its grip upon them. Bai Wuhen wiped the beads of sweat constantly rolling down his forehead and grumbled, "This godforsaken place, the further we go, the hotter it gets. I feel like I'm about to be roasted into a suckling pig. I have no idea what that Abyss of Flame actually looks like—is it just like a giant furnace?"
Lin Li gave a cold snort. "Stop complaining. If you don't want to be roasted, pull yourself together. Since the Abyss of Flame is the key to all this, it’s bound to be fraught with danger. We must proceed with caution."
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