The heat exploded.
The instant Ming Hai's coffin was completely opened, the entire gigantic underground chamber seemed to awaken from an eight-hundred-year slumber.
It was not a gradual awakening, it was a violent explosion of energy accumulated over centuries.
The temperature increased several times over within seconds.
The magma beneath the bridge, which had previously bubbled in a relatively calm manner, erupted violently. Waves of lava ten meters high crashed against the walls of the dome, scattering incandescent droplets that shone like falling stars.
The fire Qi became absurdly dense.
Kyrian felt the air press against his lungs as if he were swallowing living embers. Every breath was agony. Every beat of his heart seemed to echo through the suffocating heat.
The air trembled.
