"Contractor, stay by my side. Don't wander off," Yun Han said, turning his head to instruct Ning Xuan.
"Mm," Ning Xuan nodded lightly.
The RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE of vibrations grew ever closer as a wave of heat erupted from deep underground. The sword at Yun Han's side suddenly let out a hum like a dragon's cry, and the frost patterns on its scabbard began to glow with a faint, cold, blue light.
He pulled Ning Xuan behind him. The fire-resistant combat suit he wore sizzled in the blast of heat.
Thirty paces away, the ground bulged and cracked in a tortoise-shell pattern. The smell of sulfur mixed with scalding steam spewed from the fissures.
"Yun Han, take the Master and leave," Di Youlin said to Yun Han, already spreading his wings and taking flight.
Qinghe's frame swelled, and beneath his clothes, the plates of his Scale Armor flared out.
The two of them attacked the fissure.
