Great Rift Valley, that's what the demons of hell call it.
This dark crevice in front of Black Calamity Volcano split the hundreds of miles of the mountain range into a solitary island, extending from one end of the horizon to the other.
Compared to its length, the few miles wide abyss made it appear like a delicate, black thread.
"It's right there."
Breaking out of the Wind of Death, the people could finally see the Great Rift Valley at the scorched land's end, turning into a reddish canyon on the other side.
The journey neared its end, but the hardest times hadn't arrived yet. Neither the pursuing Devil's Son nor the Great Rift Valley itself was the danger of this trip, and the answer at the destination was still unknown—there might be no passage to the human world.
Anyway—
Lu Li looked back and could clearly see the black smoke rising day and night from the volcano's crater. The Wind of Death enveloping Black Calamity Volcano seemed as if it had never existed.
