At this point, the Rat Master Hunter's fate had already been decided.
Weimeng's spiritual will would surely be utterly reduced to nothing within this raging inferno!
Sainsai believed this without a doubt!
Yet when he raised his gaze toward the magnificent tower of fire rising from the ground and piercing the heavens in the distance, trying to witness that figure's final end—
Sainsai's gigantic crimson eye froze once again.
Among the three Hunters, the only figure not bound by chains of hostile intent—
Had now risen to his feet within the roaring sea of flames.
At that moment, Sainsai's face went deathly pale, and his heart seemed to stop.
He thought exhaustion had made him hallucinate, so he immediately reached up and rubbed his single eye before staring once more at the pillar of fire shooting into the sky.
Yet in the end, reality's answer to Sainsai was—
He had not seen wrong.
Though tiny and indistinct—
Though on the verge of collapse—
That battered figure had indeed risen again.
Weimeng, who should have been destroyed before Firona and Erigat, endured the crushing pressure of the flames over his body and branded his silhouette into Sainsai's eye once more.
Thus, the Branding Iron Clown was completely dumbfounded.
At that moment, the figure shining straight into Sainsai's eye through countless flames seemed like a newborn nightmare.
No matter how Sainsai ravaged its mind, it would never truly fall, never completely perish before his eyes.
It was practically a nightmare born into this world specifically to deal with Sainsai.
At this point, Sainsai was struck mute. His mouth hung open dryly, his teeth and lips trembling, yet not a single word emerged.
His earlier ecstasy plunged off a cliff, dropping into the deepest abyss of bewilderment, confusion, and terror he had ever