The magma cannot reflect the figures on the shores like a lake.
Lu Li climbed to the summit and gazed at the volcano's crater, radiating heat from the Lava Lake. No Hell Creatures were present on the boiling magma. Was that Core Earth Demon deep in the magma?
Lu Li didn't rashly dive into the Lava Lake. He stayed on the shore, leaned his staff against himself, took out a silver box from his pocket, and opened it—a square-shaped flowing Soul Orb was brimming inside.
At that moment, the inverted pentagram brand on the back of his hand burned suddenly and intensely.
Lu Li realized this was a reminder—the second day had passed.
A tenth of the time had passed. He had 23 days left.
After a brief pause, Lu Li touched the Soul Orb with his left hand. 7700 souls were refined and surged into his own soul.
