Puh chi.
A sound like a splash echoed out.
Zhang Rongfang's eyes brightened. He had already rushed out of the space channel and entered a vast planet where the earth was completely a sea of magma.
The sky was dominated by the white pupil, occupying all vision.
The ground was no more, gone, leaving only the white magma that had long been dissolved.
The temperature in the sky had soared to tens of thousands of degrees. At such temperatures, almost nothing could survive.
Zhang Rongfang was enveloped in dark aura; the temperature of tens of thousands of degrees naturally meant nothing to him.
His goal this time was to search for numerous souls from other planets.
But under such circumstances, how could he find the so-called powerful souls?
After pondering for a moment, he stretched out a hand, and a faint black and red halo lit in his palm.
"Since it's like this, anyway, this world is already beyond saving. Then...."
