If that giant stone statue were here, it could easily stride over.
But right now, it was left behind by Xie Lian to suppress the evil spirits at the imperial city, and there was no telling if the three mountain monsters would turn into swords and show up or not.
Xie Lian asked, "San Lang, can the Silver Butterfly take us across?"
Hua Cheng replied, "The lava is scorching hot. I’m afraid the Silver Butterfly would melt halfway across."
If they were to fall from mid-air into the center of the lava stream, it would not be a pleasant sight.
However, Hua Cheng continued, "However, there is a ready-made path."
Everyone followed his gaze.
Soon enough, Xie Lian said, "Why are there people in the lava?"
It was truly undeniable.
Just a moment ago, he had seen a pale hand rise from the molten rock, reaching toward the sky.
Upon closer inspection, Mu Qing exclaimed, "It’s real! And there’s more than one?"
There were at least hundreds, if not thousands, of bodies and heads floating on the surface.
Some were spinning in the fiery currents, while others were even trying to swim upstream against the flow.
Their bodies were ghostly pale, faces indistinct, and clearly not living.
Xie Lian understood, "Those are the hollow people from Wuyong Imperial City… washed here by the lava."