He silently inspected his surroundings to find that the spatial elemental fluctuations here were still quite powerful, and the abyssal passageway around him had taken on a deep orange hue. The temperatures here had exceeded 40°C, [104°F for mah American homies] so it was a lot hotter in here than it was outside. The temperature changes were currently the only indication to him that he was advancing toward the abyssal plane.

He stifled his own curiosity before turning back. It appeared that this was going to be a largely fruitless trip.

However, after walking for only a few steps, an indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in his heart. His dragon core contracted violently, and enormous blood essence fluctuations instantly erupted forth.

A faint cry of pain rang out, and Tang Wulin reflexively turned around while sweeping his Golden Dragon Spear through the air.

A black figure shot back like lighting, evading his spear and landing...