What was that?
A living being from this lower plane?
Such a thought inevitably surfaced in the King of the Demon Spirit Race's mind, but the astonishment on his face was replaced by viciousness in an instant.
No matter what it was, since it had appeared here, it could only blame its own bad luck and go to hell!
Yet that person seemed utterly unaware, as though he did not even know the disaster about to descend upon him.
Until he lightly waved his hand.
Flames of utterly different colors within and without suddenly emerged, like ripples spreading across still water after a stone had fallen in. The outer layer was a dusky yellow like the setting sun, while the inside was a dazzling blue-violet like the night sky after darkness fell.
Even a single glance made one's eyes uncontrollably feel an incomparably intense burning sensation.
Ripple-like flame patterns swept through space. His palm collided with them, yet failed to hinder them in the slightest. In but an instant, it was completely devoured by those strange flames.
What was this?!
The King of the Demon Spirit Race, who had still held a hint of contempt moments ago, was startled. Instinctively, he tried to retreat and avoid the bizarre flames, only to be swallowed by the firelight in the blink of an eye. Before he even had time to scream, he was burned to nothing, leaving not the slightest trace of demonic energy behind.
As the King of the Demon Spirit Race turned to ash after only a single exchange, the countless Demon Spirit Race warriors behind him, along with the black clouds and sinister winds, were also swept clean away in an instant by those flames that cleansed all impurity.
There were no screams, no pain, not even time to