Streams of dark red lava flowed down the mountainside, their oppressive presence palpable even from a great distance.
The daylight was rapidly fading.
Hours ago, Lin Ye had left the relatively safe area near the fissure entrance far behind.
He popped the last Source Crystal in his hand into his mouth, feeling the familiar, frenzied energy detonate within him.
But Lin Ye's brow furrowed slightly.
In over six hours, he had gained very little.
His puppet legion had grown to ten units, all searching for him nonstop within their maximum range of sixty kilometers.
Yet, the deeper he ventured, the harder the Source Crystal Veins were to find, as if they had vanished completely.
Even the few crystals he had just consumed were ones he'd had to personally snatch from a patrolling squad of the Eight-armed Race.
