The icy sense of crisis, like a basin of snow water poured over his head, instantly calmed Lin Mo down.

Without hesitation, he immediately retreated, distancing himself from the cave entrance that exuded a terrifying aura.

Impulsiveness is the devil. He knew very well that with his current strength, rashly challenging that unknown terrifying presence would be like a moth to a flame, courting death.

The mysterious fire source was tempting, but the prerequisite was having the life to claim it.