It was a circular special character.
Its range covered the entire cave space.
Apart from the purple glow, it only emitted the Power of the Primordial.
The moment the purple ghostly light was completely filled, the land beneath began to slowly crack.
The steam that had appeared earlier completely vanished, replaced by a biting cold wind.
The cold that even the Power of the Primordial couldn't resist penetrated Lin Yi and his team's bodies, making even Lin Yi, who had elemental affinity, shiver.
Looking towards the direction from which the cold wind came, the pitch-black crack was gradually expanding.
"What kind of terrifying existence is that Shakyamuni, being able to survive in such harsh conditions?"
Ziyue couldn't help but sigh.
The mission was indeed handed to her, but at this moment, she couldn't help but have second thoughts.
The girl wasn't particularly smart, but she wasn't foolish enough to think that the environment below the eighteenth layer of hell was habitable.
