Wang Teng headed downwards in the middle of the pillar of flame. He was using his spiritual power to figure out his path while sensing Sinclamon's position. After all, there was no one else here besides them.
The volcano was surprisingly deep. It seemed to be even deeper than what could be seen outside.
It was a novel experience. Flames were spewing all around, and they were as gorgeous as a meteor that flew across the starry sky.
Soon, Wang Teng sensed the bottom of the volcano. When he landed on the ground, Sinclamon was already observing the nearby situation around him.
Wang Teng also scanned his surroundings. It was strange. There were no flames or lava. The ground was cracked and brown, but it exuded scorching heat.
It felt hot when you stepped on it.
But it wasn't a problem for Wang Teng. After all, with the protection of divine flames and the chill from Nether Frost, he was extremely comfortable even in such an environment.