4783: C4783 They Were All Wiped out

C4783 They Were All Wiped out

Right now you can't even call that stuff orange liquid, only the word magma is worthy of making its name.0

The intense temperature was even higher than Lin Hao's flames by a few degrees, raising the temperature of the entire cave by several degrees. And the land under the stalactites was like the legendary oil pan hell. The entire ground was filled with orange-yellow bright lava, melting the ground down a few degrees.

Ling Bu raised his head, and the Spiritual Energy started circulating crazily within his body. His already disfigured face gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows, making him look extremely ugly.

He only had one intact leg left, and he needed to dodge the magma once again. He couldn't stand on the ground. He had to rely on his strong endurance. He used his fingertips to tighten the earth spikes that were separated by him and moved forward inch by inch.

Fortunately, the amount of lava was not much. After splashing for a while, there was not much left. Only the ground was extremely hot, but the top of his head did not pose much of a threat.

Looking at the oil pot hell below him, all the muscles on Ling Bu's body tensed up. His leg, which had been melted, was in extreme pain. The muscles on his wound had turned into blood and fell into the lava bit by bit, turning into nothingness.

He had walked through so much with great difficulty that he did not even see the shadow of the other people. They must have all been burned by the boiling magma to the point that not even the capital of the dead was left.

However, this area was not big after all. Ling Bu kept climbing forward. Although his arm was aching so much that he couldn't even lift it up, the Spiritual Energy in his body had almost been used up. However, with his own breath, he fell on the clean ground.

The ground beneath the earth spikes had already sunk down like a huge pot. As he roasted these humans in the forest, Ling Bu's head was covered in sweat. He lay on the clean ground with his last breath. His eyes were filled with exhaustion as he looked at the hell he had just dug out from the ground.

His amber eyes reflected the bright orange-yellow lava, causing him to suddenly cry bitterly. Tears rolled down his face, washing away the dust and blood stains on his skin. He looked extremely miserable.

Ling Bu gasped for breath and cried for a while before he managed to stop himself. He used his fingers, which were full of blood and wounds, to pick up his sleeves, which were so tattered that they were no longer in shape. He carefully wiped the stains on his face, revealing the ugly face with red and swollen eyes again.

"Maybe that's how people are." He sighed in a low voice in grief, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Fighting over it, fighting over it, but it's all in vain. Even my own life has been lost."

He turned his head and looked at the Skeleton Soldier behind him. There was no longer any shock or fear in his eyes. There was only deep despair.

Lin Hao and the others were the first batch of people to break through. They understood that there were only countless death spirits on this level. There were no layers of Formation on this level, and they knew that all of this was just a series of traps that he had set up to get rid of his enemies.

However, Ling Bu didn't know.

As soon as they came up, all the undead creatures on this floor had long been under Lin Hao's command. How could he know the original appearance of the second floor?

Ling Bu only thought that this floor was extremely dangerous. He didn't think about anything else. He also didn't know that all of this was just a trap set by the two of them. It wasn't the intention of the Emperor Yaoguang's Tomb at all.

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