The Dragon Venerable's decree, like a tangible shackle made by the laws, was branded deep within the Divine Soul of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor.
A trace of cruel and merciless laughter flashed in the depths of his crimson pupils, as he fell silent.
The boiling magma beneath his feet surged violently upward without a sound, like a gaping abyss, instantly engulfing his figure.
In the end, only the thin white smoke remained after the flames extinguished, along with a killing intent in the air far heavier and more piercing than the magma.
The shadow formed by the Shadow Lizard Demon Monarch silently split open a seam, a gray line darker than the void followed the disappearing direction of the Heaven-Burning and quietly slipped into a minute spatial rift.
The Sinking Array, the true fangs and claws of the Emperor Palace used to devour and crush any threat to the core plan, had already left its nest.
...
After the grand banquet.
