The heatwaves surged one after another.
This place seemed like a world of flames.
Han Xing and the others stared at the churning magma below.
The thought of having to jump in next made everyone feel a slight sense of suffocation.
Cheng Jianyong swallowed and said, "Brother Xing, is this the place?"
Han Xing carefully checked the position on the small map, then nodded.
"This should be the place."
"Next, we just need to jump into the Sea of Lava and descend 130,000 meters, then we should reach the location of the God of Trick's vault."
Everyone nodded.
At this moment, Han Xing's tone suddenly changed, and then he said, "Get ready!"
"It's time to jump."
They all took a deep breath.
Three seconds later.
They retracted the Oracle Throne and plummeted from high above!
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The wind roared past their ears.
Five figures, like five tiny black dots, dropped into the massive Sea of Lava.
The heatwaves were so intense that they couldn't open their eyes.
