A living person turned to charcoal in an instant; the sight was truly terrifying.
The other Stone Pickers trembled incessantly in fear.
But the disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect remained calm and indifferent.
"Mark the path we just walked through."
One of the Zenith Sword Sect disciples, a dark-skinned, cold-faced young man, instructed.
This cold young man was the person the Zenith Sword Sect disciples referred to as Senior Brother Ziegler, Quentin Ziegler.
He didn't even glance at the Stone Pickers; to him, they were nothing but ants, tools to be used.
His eyes were fixed fervently on the Dead Volcano ahead.
"According to the records left by the ancestors, this is the place. Fire Spirit Milk, I must obtain it. Once I have it, my physical body will definitely be refined to the Second Grade. With that, my strength will increase significantly, and I'll surely achieve ten consecutive victories on the Bronze Dais, ascending the Bronze List."
