Demon Queen Zi Han's figure suddenly came to a halt.
Wang Chen stopped as well, his sleeves swaying slightly before settling back into stillness. Without hesitation, his Divine Sense expanded outward like a silent tide.
In an instant, an area spanning more than forty kilometers unfolded clearly within his perception. Every crack in the scorched earth, every fluctuation in the qi currents, every faint tremor beneath the ground—nothing escaped him.
They had descended deep.
So deep that sunlight no longer reached this place.
The air was thick and stale, heavy with the scent of cooled magma and ancient heat. Darkness pressed in from all directions, broken only by scattered chunks of molten rock embedded in the terrain. Those rocks glowed faintly, like dying embers or fireflies struggling to survive their final moments.
The silence was oppressive.
Hmm.
What is this force pressing against me?
He narrowed his eyes.
There was resistance.
