"Nonsense, I can last at least ten days to half a month!" Feng Zhixiao snorted coldly.
After walking continuously for about ten minutes, they finally reached the foot of the mountain. To enter the Molten Ancient Cave, they had to pass through two checkpoints, each guarded. The guards saw Ye Chen coming and made way for him. At the entrance to the Molten Ancient Cave, Ye Chen looked at the ancient words above the door: Molten Ancient Cave.
That's also how the Molten Ancient Cave got its name. In fact, no one knows how many years these words have existed in this world.
"We're here!" Ye Chen stood at the front. The two guards at the entrance stood straight, their eyes deep and long.
"Chen, is this the place? It looks like an ancient relic!" Feng Zhixiao seriously observed the surroundings, then reached out to touch the mysterious material of the door. Immediately, a wave of heat hit Feng Zhixiao's hand. He jumped in surprise and looked back at his hand, which had turned red.
