They hadn’t noticed anything when they were chatting before, but now that Zu An reminded them, they all clearly felt that something wasn’t right. After all, this tomb rarely had any sunlight enter, so it should have been as cold as winter even if it was the middle of summer. Now, however, it was clearly getting hot. Furthermore, they keenly sensed that even the path ahead was becoming bright red. There was no need to use Qiu Honglei’s lantern for light anymore.

“The fire element is especially dense up ahead. There’s even some kind of berserk energy,” Zhao Han said as he looked ahead, but his tone was extremely calm.

Perhaps this great tomb fraught with dangers was a place where most died, but with his strength, it was nothing more than a leisurely tour. Of course, that was assuming they didn’t run into that Ghost King freak…

Jing Teng frowned. As a vine, she felt an innate dislike for fire.

The group continued for a while longer. It grew hotter and hotter, and a wave of heat filled the air. They couldn't sense any...