A figure engulfed in black smoke landed heavily on the ground.
Almost at the same moment—
The ground sank, and bubbling magma gushed forth.
The figure smashed through the thin layer of magma on the surface and crashed deep into the ground below.
There was a moment of silence.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh—"
The bloated figure screamed as it shot up into the sky once again.
Two voices echoed from the sky:
"To the death!"
Magic clashed again—
Boom!!!
Wu Xiaode watched the panda's performance from the side, muttering in confusion,
"They're both Lord Level beings, so why fear the magma?"
He crouched down to look closely at the flowing magma.
These were no ordinary magma, but instead, it was filled with deep red-colored peculiar fish swimming around, each with incredibly sharp teeth and a ferocious appearance.
A line of ice crystal characters appeared in the void:
"Chewers of Bone from Molten Magma Hell."
"Primitive Death Race."
