At this moment, Grimaagos' eyes were crimson, his entire body enveloped in a hazy red light, spewing out scalding steam, resembling an evil ghost in Hell, unleashing destruction with every move.
The fiery clouds in the sky churned and flowed with his actions. Pillars of fire descended from the sky, crashing into the cave like Divine Punishment, burning the rock layers full of holes.
Where his gaze passed, rocks melted, the ground scorched. The Dragon Scale Cultivators dodged in all directions, rolling back and forth, yet three failed to evade, being struck by the rays, their thick scale armor instantly burned through.
As the most elite single soldiers of the Empire, the Vegetus Dragon Scale Cultivators possessed incredibly strong vitality, even the destruction of the heart would not mean death. But under Grimaagos' attack, both of those beating hearts—along with his backup heart—were entirely incinerated, leaving a huge cavity in the chest.
