Amon and the others came out into a world of fiery wasteland. The landscape was riddled with rivers of lava. The charred soil had cracks all over. Fumes were released from these cracks. On intervals, these fumes combusted into fierce jets of flame.
One of these jets spewed close to where Wu Di stood. The heat caused him to jerk away.
"Fuck! That was close!" He exclaimed. He turned to Huang San and asked, "Your Highness, what if we are wounded inside this place?"
It was Amon who answered, "Then you suck it up. That's why we bring plenty of pills and salve, just in case."
"We did?" Wu Di asked.
Everyone looked at him with weird faces.
"You didn't hear brother mentioning it when he told us to gather at the palace?" Xin Wuming asked.
"Uh… I didn't pay attention because I always have a stock inside my space ring," Wu Di replied. "I forgot they were still inside my space ring when it was confiscated earlier. Can I go back out a bit to take them?"
