The setting sun cast its dusky afterglow over the city that had been reduced to ruins.
A light breeze passed through the suffering crowds and bloodstained warriors, brushing Jiang Yang's slightly lifted golden hair.
Standing atop Akanoz's enormous head, he finally drew back the Platinum Longsword slowly and returned it to its sheath.
"That's probably all he knows that we wanted to find out."
Jiang Yang turned sideways and smiled at Aulisel.
Aulisel looked at him in puzzlement, somewhat surprised by his act of sheathing his sword.
In her mind, Jiang Yang was no indecisive man.
Back during Doomsday, he had charged in and out of armies of monsters, raising towering seas of blood!
Sometimes, to save more people, he had even hardened his heart and subjected monsters and a small number of humans alike to artillery fire!
Back then, Jiang Yang had not yet been the Flame King. Instead, people had called him Jiang Yama!
The only thing that had remained unchanged was the Platinum Longsword at his waist.
Seeing the puzzled gaze of the beautiful woman beside him, Jiang Yang winked at her and smiled softly.
He lifted the foot he had planted on Akanoz's head.
A relieved smile immediately appeared on the ugly devil's head.
He thought he had saved his own life, but then another sight made his heart leap into his throat.
With one hand on his sword, Jiang Yang walked straight toward Akanoz's headless corpse.
As he walked, he laughed loudly.
"Akanoz, I promised to spare your life, and I keep my word, so I won't destroy your head. But there's something in your body I need to take!"
For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Akanoz's heart.
As though realization had dawned on him, he summoned his devil power and shouted.