Gazing at the terrified Xinghuo Ye in the distance, Fate Throat gently lowered his fingertips.
The torrent of baleful wind around him, infused with multiple Life Soul traits, instantly swelled into a raging vortex.
Tiny spatial fissures tore open along its edges. Even the starry arena overhead dimmed under the influence of the baleful wind.
At that moment, facing the impending elemental torrent, Xinghuo Ye's confidence was utterly crushed, replaced by endless bitterness.
During their earlier exchanges, it had discovered that, although its opponent was highly proficient in using elements,
his weakness was far too obvious: he had no core element.
If the battle continued, he would inevitably be countered by the "Starfire Calculation" element it wielded.
That was why it had confidently declared its victory in advance.
But only when Fate Throat revealed his true power did it realize that their seemingly intense, back-and-forth exchange of spells had never been an evenly matched contest.
It was merely prey in his eyes, its efforts and struggles something for him to appreciate.
And now, he had lost patience.
An indescribable sense of humiliation, mingled with helplessness, instantly flooded Xinghuo Ye's consciousness.
Thinking of its earlier demand that its opponent leave his name, it now found it unbearably ironic.
In the end, all its emotions turned into intense frustration.
The dark blue soul flames in Xinghuo Ye's eyes flickered violently, and then it abruptly roared at Fate Throat.
The roar carried shattered pride, rage, despair, defiance... all manner of emotions.
At once, the runes on its pale face lit up one after another, and every intricate rune circling its body exploded.
Its body erupted with its last reserves of power, like a burning branding iron.
Driven into a corner, Xinghuo Ye burned itself.
Surging mental power and starfire elements became the purest