Ouyang Qiuhai glanced at Lei Ba and the others, who had suffered heavy losses but were still heading to the Molten Lava Cave, feeling speechless. He really wondered what kind of spell Li Feng had cast on them.
Moreover, it was obvious that Sikong Yu was not planning to give up halfway and go back alone?
"I just hope to really find the Vermilion Bird, otherwise this time I, the young lady, will suffer great losses."
Ouyang Qiuhai held his forehead, obviously compromising; the path he chose, he would walk to the end even if he had to grit his teeth.
Sikong Yu led the people back to the Molten Lava Cave, while Li Feng, who was constantly on their minds, drifted in the magma underground river for a long time before suddenly being pushed upward by a compressive force.
Found the next exit?
