As he spoke, one of the guards turned around to get the suit. His steps were hurried, and his heart was filled with anxiety. However, as he frantically searched the place where the equipment was stored, he kept muttering, "Hurry up, find it quickly."

“Oh, he walked away before I could get the suit.” When he finally found the suit and turned around, he found that Ling Tian’s figure was almost invisible. Only a blurry dot was left moving in the depths of the scorched earth.

An expression of regret and self-blame instantly appeared on his face.

"What should I do?" He stood there at a loss, holding the suit, looking at the direction where Ling Tian was going away, beads of sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks.

"Forget it, I hope he's careful." The first guard to give up blocking him stepped forward and patted his companion on the shoulder. "We've tried our best, maybe he really has a reason to go. We can only pray that he can find Bucky safely and come back safely."

At this time, Ling Tian had already disappeared from their sight.

……

After entering the scorched earth, Ling Tian continued to concentrate on looking for Bucky according to the guidance of the bracelet.

This scorched earth seemed like a cursed hell, with rolling heat waves roaring like invisible beasts. The crisscrossing cracks on the ground were like greedy and ferocious mouths, baring their fangs and claws, trying to devour any life that dared to set foot in.

A strange red light flashed in the crack from time to time, as if it was the eye of a demon deep underground, which could spew out magma hot enough to melt everything at any time.

Ling Tian took every step very carefully, as if he was dancing on the edge of a knife.

His eyes were always alert to those gaps that could hide danger, and his body dodged flexibly. The ground under his feet was incredibly hot, as if it was a red-hot iron plate, which could almost burn his feet in an instant.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, constantly scanning the surrounding environment. The distorted scene formed by the heat made his vision blurry, and everything in front of him was like a phantom swaying in the water, unreal and blurry.

However, Ling Tian was not disturbed by this harsh environment. His eyes remained firm and he did not miss any corner that might hide clues.

Although sweat was dripping from his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes and blurring his eyes, he still quickly wiped it off with his sleeve and continued moving forward.

Every breath he took was like inhaling a ball of fire, burning his throat and lungs, but he did not retreat at all and moved forward firmly in the direction indicated by the bracelet.

Soon, Ling Tian found Buggy in a huge deep pit. The deep pit seemed like a deep scar torn by the earth in anger, emitting a suffocating high temperature that seemed to be able to scorch a person's soul.

Ling Tian took a closer look and was shocked. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

I saw that Buggy's figure was very different from usual. The slightly thin Buggy who always had a bit of cunning and cynicalness in the past had undergone a drastic change at this moment.

His body seemed to have been reshaped, with solid muscles and clear lines all over his body, like a masterpiece carefully carved by a sculptor. Every muscle was tense and full of strength, as if it contained endless explosive power that could burst out at any time.

His skin glowed bronze in the light of the surrounding fire, a glow that was both mysterious and full of primitive power.

Every time his muscles trembled, one could feel the powerful energy contained in them. He stood there like an unshakable mountain, emitting an awe-inspiring aura.

What is even more eye-catching is that Bucky is holding a huge fireball in his right hand.

The fireball was like a miniature sun, burning fiercely, and its scorching heat seemed to be able to set the whole world on fire. The strong light emitted by the fireball was like countless sharp swords piercing through the darkness, revealing everything around it.

At the same time, the tremendous heat made the surrounding air extremely hot, as if even the space was burned and distorted.

The flames on the edge of the fireball flickered like a snake, moving strangely and agilely. Sometimes the flames stretched out, sometimes they shortened, as if they had their own consciousness and life.

They are like a group of naughty elves, jumping and playing happily, and they also seem to be guarding the core of this mysterious fireball.

Seeing that Buggy could use the power of Grace·Sun so skillfully even at night, Ling Tian's mouth curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

He stood quietly at the edge of the pit, like a silent guardian. He knew that Bucky was fully engaged in training at the moment, and any interruption might ruin his rare concentration.

Bucky was completely absorbed in the control of his power, as if the whole world was just him and the huge fireball in his hand. His eyes were focused and blazing, like two burning stars, containing endless determination and desire.

He was muttering to himself. The low and rapid voice sounded like an ancient spell, or like his unique language for mysterious communication with the fireball in his hand.

His arm trembled slightly, and every tremor conveyed the tremendous pressure he was under. But the arm still held the huge fireball firmly, like a god of war who would never surrender.

Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain. As soon as those crystal beads of sweat left his skin, they were evaporated by the high temperature and turned into wisps of tiny water vapor, disappearing into the scorching air.

He kept adjusting his breathing and controlling the output of his strength. Every breath seemed heavy and powerful, as if he was playing a delicate game with this violent force.

He tried to make the fireball more stable and powerful. With every slight adjustment, he could see the light of the fireball flicker and change.

Sometimes the light becomes more dazzling, as if it is about to break through the shackles of darkness; sometimes it becomes soft and restrained, as if it is accumulating more powerful power.

Every flash and change seemed like the fireball responding to his efforts, like a loyal partner, fighting and growing with him.

Time passed like sand in an hourglass, and Bucky practiced tirelessly in the pit for a long, long time.

Every passing second seemed to mercilessly drain his strength. His body began to tremble, his once firm steps became weak, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and every inhalation and exhalation was like pulling on an old bellows, making a heavy wheezing sound.

However, despite his gradually overdrawn physical strength, Bucky still gritted his teeth and refused to give up easily. His eyes were bloodshot, but his eyes revealed an unyielding stubbornness and persistence.

He knew very well that only by persevering could he truly master this powerful force.

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