Huff, huff.
The Ice Rock Bull King was breathing heavily, its blood coagulating on its body under the high temperature.
In front of it, there was a huge deep pit, with lava flowing out of the cracks on the pit walls, gathering into a pool of magma at the bottom. Bubbles occasionally formed and burst, the extreme heat distorting the air around it, casting the surroundings in a dark red hue.
The Thorny Forest behind it had already been shaken apart, and the Ice Rock Snow Bulls were looking at their king with fear.
By this time, the Ice Rock Bull King was at its last gasp, its body covered in various lacerations while Qiuqiu, facing it, remained like a statue, covered in cooled black magma.
Shao Zifeng and others stood at a distance, quietly watching everything that unfolded.
Lingling was still contemplating what kind of line to use.
Crack.
