The extinguished flames burned the space, a kind of fire that doesn't exist in the present world, pitch black and twisted, so cold at first sight that it sends a chill rising from the heart.
Yet more terrifying than the flames were the eyes dwelling in the shadows beneath them.
Those eyes were piled high with hatred and venom, as though they contained hatred deeper than Hell.
Boom!!!
The head of World Light exploded with a bang, a twisted phantom emerged from the smoke and slowly descended into the flames.
The figure slowly solidified, humanoid but with a hint of peculiarity, standing atop the twisted flames as if the master of it all.
However, unlike those twisted, hateful eyes and flames, this phantom radiated an indescribable sense of sanctity.
In stark contrast to the surrounding space-consuming flames.
Like an angel descending in Hell, reflected before Su Tu's eyes.
"You shouldn't have asked that question."
