The vast underground palace was like a real-life purgatory.
The ground magma continuously erupted, shooting up into the sky occasionally.
Falling on the iron chains, it could directly heat the iron chains thick as an arm to red hot.
That eerie scene truly tightened one's heart.
"Oh my God, who designed this place? It's literally like bringing the eighteen levels of hell up here,"
Xu Zhi Rou stood at the exit and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
Perhaps because of her reincarnation from an ice corpse, she had a natural fear of this magma.
Even though there was some distance, her palms were already sweating.
Her whole body trembled too, daring not to step forward.
"What is that light?"
Ning Mengyao raised her head to look at the light source, but it was too dazzling, like staring directly at the sun.
