In the Molten Rock Rift Valley, hundreds of Golden Immortal Stage Fire Poison Toads, enveloped in thick poisonous flames, surged forward like a crimson tide of fury.
The scorching toxic fumes twisted the air, and the rocks on both sides of the rift sizzled in the high temperature, almost melting into lava.
Meanwhile, several people led by Jing Lin had already formed a solid defensive formation, like a cold gate, deadlocking Si Lingle's only escape route.
"Junior Sister Nan Chu, the toad swarm is fierce, you must hold on!" Jing Lin's voice came through the rumble, calm and unwavering, even tinged with a false sense of concern.
Si Lingle stood at the narrowest throat of the rift, the heat waves of the poisonous flames made her clothes flutter, but her eyes were like an eternal cold pond, cold and profound.
