The wind roared, bringing rolling heat.
Before them was a bizarre sight.
Yellow sand and crimson hard soil merged distinctly, the terrain abruptly changing here. The signs of human intervention were very noticeable.
Zhenjin and his companions stood in the middle of the desert, but not far from them was a stretch of red land, devoid of any yellow sand.
"This looks like the scene after a volcanic eruption," Cang Xu exclaimed.
Zi Di sniffed, "The air is also filled with the smell of sulfur."
Pfft...
Suddenly, gray-white smoke emerged from the black ground nearby. Then, a stream of crimson magma spurted out like a fountain, splashing around.
Like molten iron, the lava sprayed around, lifting large plumes of smoke.
Everyone frowned.
In the air, the smell of sulfur grew stronger, bringing severe irritation to the nostrils.
"If we were splashed by the magma, wouldn't we be dead?"
Including Zhenjin, everyone looked solemn.