In a gigantic pit resembling a volcanic crater, two distant figures looked somewhat lonely and insignificant.
The crimson greatsword was already covered in cracks. The six wings of light behind Flame Ji began to fold inward, and the halo above her head flickered unsteadily, like a candle about to gutter out in the night.
The black spear had pierced Flame Ji's magnificent, elegant angelic battle armor and run through her alluring, graceful body.
Her long, waterfall-like crimson hair lay in disarray, dancing freely in the night breeze. On her stunningly beautiful, pale face, her clear amber eyes began to cloud, their focus slowly drifting.
Dark red blood stained the corners of her pale lips. At that moment, Flame Ji looked so delicate and vulnerable that the sight pained the heart.
Having finally defeated Flame Ji with his own hands, the dark warrior Lin Feng felt some of the black flames around him recede, and his mind grew considerably clearer.
"You're at death's door. For the sake of our acquaintance, hurry up and say any last words you have..."
He feigned a cold, indifferent expression on his handsome face, yet as he looked at Flame Ji, who was about to die before him, Lin Feng actually felt a pang of heartache.
After all, although Flame Ji was cunning, unpredictable, and guilty of countless evil deeds, she and he had once shared a romance.
"Hehe... we've finally reached this point. It seems all my planning and effort weren't wasted..."
Her angelic halo and wings of light gradually dimmed and faded. Flame Ji's lips curved slightly into a gentle, captivating smile, just like the one she had worn when she first met Lin Feng late on that full-moon night.
"What... exactly do you mean?"
"Are you saying everything happening now was part of