As a Divine Craftsman, Xu Tuo died on the spot!
Meanwhile, Jian Wushuang, in the brief moment of their clash, was blasted into the molten lava of the enormous cauldron!
It was too terrifying, too gruesome.
Rumble...
The giant cauldron began to deform, its bottom suddenly shattered. The cataclysmic lava, akin to a rampaging dragon out of control, gushed out from the cauldron!
The heavens and the earth changed color, and even the Heavenly Dao of the Sancun Mountain shattered directly.
Clouds dissipated, and a dark purple haze churned frenziedly.
Everything was filled with an apocalyptic atmosphere.
The black-red doomsday lava instantly devoured nearly half of the Dao Arena and began to burn.
The entire sky turned chaotic and crimson.
Nan Xuan's anxiety reached its peak. If he did not rescue Jian Wushuang from the molten cauldron in time, the outcome would undoubtedly be dire.