It's very quiet at the bottom of the vat, but outside the sea of flames is full of explosive sounds.
The world above the cellar has long been burned to scorched earth.
The water temperature in the vat is already very high. We urged the Ice Curse in the Palm Talisman to resist.
It maintained the water temperature, but could not prevent the evaporation of the liquid.
"Oh dear, my goddaughter, I'm afraid we're going to roast to death here." Madam Zhao's voice in the water was indifferent to life and death, but there was still a slight regret for my impending demise.
I also felt a tinge of melancholy, not because I was about to die.
But because I genuinely believed that Piao Changji always kept this Chaos Fire.
Fearing that one day, he wanted to bring Madam Zhao or Zhao Sihai along to perish together.
Today I forced him into a dead end, so he used this fire.
At this moment, let's not even mention me and Madam Zhao.
