Coffin in the Lava

Su Zimo was already drenched in sweat by the time he arrived before the volcano.

The temperature of this place had already surpassed the limits of ordinary cultivators; even his body that had undergone both immortality and demonic cultivation was feeling a burning pain.

Slapping his storage bag, Su Zimo withdrew a superior-grade spirit weapon.

The moment he withdrew the superior-grade spirit weapon, the spirit patterns on it dimmed slightly.

After ten breaths, cracks appeared on the superior-grade spirit weapon - it was already showing signs of melting!

"That's amazing!"

Su Zimo's pupils constricted slightly and he was secretly shocked.

If ordinary Golden Cores were cast here, they would burn to death without even touching the sparks of the flames!

If the temperature in the air was already so high, it was even more terrifying in the lava gushing at the side!