King

On Message Peak, the incomparably arduous battle finally drew to its end. The Ink Lord died in battle, his divine soul scattered, his blood and bones raining across the sky.

The scattered vermilion stained the shattered peak red. Ruin filled the eye, proclaiming the brutality of the battle.

The Phoenix, having taken the final move, was grievously wounded, her blood soaking the dust and sand.

The demonic body stepped forward, gathering power in his palm and doing all he could to heal her wounds.

Not far away, hesitation flickered several times in the depths of Chaos's eyes. Yet reason in its heart ultimately overcame the greed of its nature, and it did not dare make a move.

Before long, the demonic body withdrew his hand and looked toward Chaos at his side. The killing intent in his icy eyes was wholly undisguised. Leaving such a vicious beast alive would bring calamity sooner or later.

"Spare its life. It still has its uses."

At that moment, the Phoenix opened her eyes and spoke.

"What use?" The demonic body turned back and asked coldly.

"Yin'er's cultivation is still shallow, and she needs someone to protect her. Although A'man is not weak, she does not enjoy killing in the end. Perhaps that will cause her to suffer," the Phoenix said calmly.

The demonic body fell silent. After a moment, he nodded in agreement.

"Watch it. I'll go retrieve something."

The Phoenix swept her divine sense across all of Ink Mountain, then headed toward the depths of Message Peak.

The famed peak of the Ink Sect had been shattered, and all that met the eye was devastation. Not a single place remained intact. The Phoenix waved her hand, blasting away the enormous boulder before her, and stepped into the secret ground destroyed by the