Standing at the edge of the canyon, Lu Li opened his eyes.
"1... 2... 3..."
The count echoed in his heart.
The dark red sky was like magma cooling off.
Magma surged at the bottom of the canyon, the air scorched and twisted with the rising heat, carrying the pungent stench of sulfur, filling the scorched canyon.
Hissss—
A burning sensation suddenly came from the back of his hand, and Lu Li lifted his palm. The inverted pentagram burn mark on the back of his hand seemed to be scalded, emitting smoke with a sizzling sound.
As if tangible, the smoke gathered together, forming a hideous face with goat horns on its head.
"You've come earlier than I imagined... Hmm? Interesting... You actually dare to summon spirits in hell," the devil murmured as if it had discovered something.
"Whether you are overly confident or simply seeking death, I will soon find you and take your soul..."
Whoosh.
