The temperature of the magma here exceeds a thousand degrees, enough to melt even iron, let alone the mere human body.
After falling into the magma, Lanling's body instantly became a ball of raging flames.
"Ah... Ah..."
Endless pain assaulted him.
His entire body was thoroughly scorched with pain, truly unbearable.
Lanling (Solon) howled in agony, struggling!
This kind of mournful scream, the shrieks, went straight up to the crater.
The piercing wretchedness of the screams was utterly bone-chilling.
"Slap slap..." The little girl struggled desperately, crying and shouting.
After just one minute, the dreadful screams halted, and the crater fell silent again.
A tremor went through everyone's heart: "This man is dead, this Near-Human Tribe man whose name we do not know is dead."
The little monster shaman smugly said to the little girl, "That idiot is dead, from now on I am your father."
