"Brother Feng, should we still go in?"
Liu Qingyang swallowed his fear and asked weakly.
They still had not figured out what that black substance was, and it was emitting an extremely terrifying icy breath, which made them exceedingly apprehensive.
"Don't rush, let's figure it out first," Feng Wuchen said with a frown, taking a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart.
"Boom!"
Baili Yufeng once again urged his True Fire, the flames dancing in his palm, and through the firelight, one could vaguely see that large expanse of black substance.
"Let's take a closer look, I want to see what it is," Baili Yufeng said, about to shoot the flames forward.
The flame that had appeared just a moment ago was fleeting, and they had not gotten a clear look at what it was.
"Wait a moment!" Feng Wuchen hastily stopped him, saying, "If they can devour your flames, and it seems like they are in a state of slumber, let's not disturb them; otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable."