This is definitely not some kind of illusion!
Just now, a black light shot down from the sky, almost brushing past the white silhouette. If Chen Xuan hadn't been watching intently, it would have been nearly impossible to notice in the blink of an eye—the silhouette deflected the fatal strike at the last moment with the sword blade, losing half an arm that turned to ashes as the cost. The momentum of the black light didn't diminish as it pierced the earth like a hot knife into butter, blasting out a bottomless "sky well" on the surface.
Soon, the bottom of the sky well was lit by lava, followed by fiery flames erupting from the entrance, forming a jet stream several kilometers long. Under the intense eruption, the ground around the sky well bulged from within at a visible speed, forming a small hill.
If placed on Earth, this fire-spewing hill... could already be called an active volcano.
Chen Xuan gazed at the distant sky briefly dyed red, involuntarily swallowing.
