When the lava erupted, it was without warning, and Xi Yuan had no defenses in place. By the time he realized and wanted to dodge, it was too late.
Scorching lava, as hot as iron, splashed onto Xi Yuan's lower limb, instantly melting a piece of flesh. The left lower limb emitted a charcoal-like smell, and Xi Yuan's face turned pale, quickly leaping into the air.
Despite the severe pain, he still worried about Yue Jinghua's safety, wanting to carry her on his back.
Just as he left the ground, dozens of tree-root-like lava cracks rapidly appeared on the ground.
The ground, still covered in ice, broke into chunks, resembling shattered ice blocks. The lava surged out from the ground like a raging flood wave.
In just a moment, this area of thorny shrubs transformed into an underground lava zone.
"Xi Yuan, take care of yourself, I can handle it," Yue Jinghua glanced at her feet—the once frozen and rigid ground was quickly shrinking, leaving less room for her to stand.
