The red liquid splashed, carried with it scorching heat waves, and fell to the ground, sizzling as it burned the surface scarlet, with many areas turning into molten magma, issuing a hissing sound, winding and flowing.
These volcanic craters all contained Divine Patterns, embedded with Divine Power, naturally extraordinary.
Shi Hao stepped on his chest, following him as they fell into the eerie red liquid within the volcano, the rolling heat waves hitting them head-on; if it were a mere human body, it would have already turned to white bones, with the skin roasted and peeled off instantly.
"Splash!"
Wu Tai struggled, using both his hands and feet, the red liquid splashing everywhere; he wanted to rid himself of Shi Hao. Being stomped into the magma of the volcano in such a posture was too indecent, a kind of humiliation.
