Qin Siyang stood by the sea, gazing at the flames that burned everything in their path. Waves surged beside him, and exhaustion filled his body.
The trial remnants of the six Large Gods faded little by little in the inferno.
He braced himself against the Godslayer Spear, resting half his weight on its shaft, his chest heaving.
[Domain Banquet Order] had not ended yet, and his sense of pain remained suppressed, but his exhaustion could not be held at bay.
His hands trembled. His strength was almost spent.
Qin Siyang lowered his head and glanced at his hands.
His palms were charred black, the webbing between thumb and forefinger split. Several fingers could no longer grip the spear tightly.
The Crimson Armor had shattered completely, exposing flesh scorched by lightning, sliced by ice, and seared by fire.
"That was close..."
Qin Siyang's voice was hoarse.
He gazed at the sea of flames, still shaken.
Had he not remembered that fissure, had he not taken that extra look when he first stepped onto Fire Island, the six trials would probably have worn him down to death by now.
That fissure had appeared so early, back during the first stage of the trial, that he had almost forgotten it.
When he first stepped onto Fire Island, the surrounding seawater had risen like a gigantic bowl before pouring back onto the island. All the flames had been extinguished, and after the water receded, only a scorching fissure remained at the island's center.
At the time, he had merely found it strange.
That sense of strangeness had stayed with him. Had he not thought a little further about it, he would never have suddenly remembered the fissure and used Fire Island itself to break the deadlock.
"You really can't afford the slightest carelessness in