Suddenly feeling a wave of scorching heat, Xu Ran had no time to look down. He instinctively leaped toward a wooden stake to the side.
Tap---
One of his feet landed on a stake three meters away. Although the foot on the stake was very steady, his upper body, with no support at all, was swaying nonstop, rocking left and right as if he would fall the very next moment.
"Hoo!"
A moment later, Xu Ran's swaying body finally stabilized. Because right beneath his feet was blazing magma, in such a short time his small face had been baked bright red, and sweat kept beading on his forehead.
"Decent reaction, but your lower base is way too unstable. If you keep this up, I'm afraid you won't last a stick of incense before you fall and get swallowed by the magma!"
The bald man stood motionless on his own stake, sneering as he spoke.
Indeed.
Compared to the bald man's state at this moment, Xu Ran's condition was a world apart.
