"...You..."
The Main Hall was deathly silent. The blue-haired boy stared at Fang Zheng in stunned disbelief, while the girl behind him simply widened her eyes without saying a word.
"Mortals' struggles are laughable and ignorant, though admittedly quite interesting. Is this your final choice?"
"——!"
As Fang Zheng's words fell, several flames suddenly rose beneath his feet. Like enormous Evil Dragons opening their jaws, they swallowed the dead surrounding them from every direction.
Seeing this, the girls behind Fang Zheng's expressions shifted slightly, but none of them stepped forward to stop him. They were not idiots. The moment Fang Zheng had spoken, they understood that those people had clearly intended to kill them, only to be stopped by him. Though dying here did not mean truly dying, not everyone was willing to live as one of the dead!
"Wula, get out of here!"
Watching the fire serpents ravage the Main Hall, the blue-haired boy hurriedly grabbed the hand of the black-haired girl sitting on the Throne, trying to take her away. But before he could take a step, the blazing flames had completely surrounded the entire hall. At the same time, Fang Zheng slowly walked toward them.
"State your choice, Miss Wula."
"..."
"Oh, don't worry. If you're afraid of your power, I've already erased it."
"W-What?!"
At that moment, the blue-haired boy seemed to have heard something utterly unacceptable. His eyes widened as he stared at Fang Zheng, who merely gave a cold smile.
"What an interesting myth. The gods granted the Princess the power of death so she could eliminate her enemies? Mortals always like attributing every far-fetched thing to the gods. In that case, there is nothing improper about me taking that power back."
Fang Zheng raised his right hand. At his fingertips, a mass of