Billowing thick smoke transformed into a mushroom cloud, tumbling over the skies of Ice and Fire Island, resembling a ferocious devil intent on devouring everything.
Amidst the blazing flames and thunderous explosions, the volcano continued to spew volcanic debris and rocks carrying magma like a fiery rain, shooting out like meteors.
Demon Hawk, Divine Phoenix, and the ships on the sea had all moved to a safe distance.
In everyone's eyes, the entire Ice and Fire Island seemed to be tightly wrapped in a thick silver-gray curtain woven from smoke, oppressive, terrifying, exuding an aura of gunpowder and violence.
Time dragged on, and by now, the hearts of most people had sunk, filled with anxiety, tension, and doubt.
Even Dongfang Bubai, who had great confidence in Jiang Dali's abilities, was looking serious, a slight unease, like a spider's web, starting to gently cling to his heart.
Because by now, it had been nearly a hundred breaths since Jiang Dali entered the volcano.
