A crimson sea of flames surged forward, annihilating the Purple Tiger Demon Forest in an instant. Endless plants, living creatures, and demons were swallowed by towering fire, swiftly dissolving amid wails and despair into wisps of crimson vital essence that drifted high into the sky!
"No, spare me! Let me go!"
"Jin Kui, may you die a wretched death!"
"Fire Demon Saint Race, even as a ghost, I will never let you off!"
Exotic flame scorched the heavens, like a demon, like a beast, vast and mighty, surging more fiercely than the sea. With a thought from Jin Kui, the earth split open and crimson flooded forth. In the sky and throughout the forest, fire was everywhere.
Towering ancient trees burned furiously, spirit plants and rare flowers swiftly vanished, and dozens of terrifying beasts were entwined by fiery serpents. In mere moments, they perished.
Before dying, the demons cursed savagely, their eyes brimming with venom.
Yet Jin Kui remained as still as an ancient well. With his hands behind his back and crimson clouds beneath his feet, he strolled through the void, indifferently drawing in the crimson essence filling the sky as he slowly advanced. Bathed in demonic flame, he swept through mountains and rivers without so much as glancing at the peak great demons whose bodies were blackening, wrapped in molten crimson as their vitality rotted away.
As though those dying now were not terrifying great demons who had cultivated for a century, whose powers reached the heavens in ordinary people's eyes, but a swarm of... lowly ants.
Heaven and earth were merciless, treating all things as straw dogs.
The world was cruel. Demons ate humans, humans ate humans, and demons ate demons.
The weak were meat for the strong. Only the fittest survived.
Jin Kui sought to break