Crossing the suspension bridge, Ji Dong immediately felt his companions' magic power begin to deplete. Below was a river of lava, with temperatures already exceeding three hundred degrees—if they didn't use their magic power to resist, the Saints of Heavenly Stem simply wouldn't be able to endure. It was an unavoidable situation.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the castle, everyone was stunned again, standing guard at the city gate were only two people. They were indistinguishable from humans in appearance, tall figures wearing dark red dresses, with long fiery red hair—it was two stunningly beautiful women. They just stood there quietly, their faces unexpressive, but their presence alone was enough to impose an invisible deterrence on everyone.
Whether it was Ji Dong or the Saints of Heavenly Stem, the sight of these two women sent a shock through their hearts. Especially for those who had experienced the catastrophe at Holy Evil Island, they were somewhat dazed.
