"From the moment you arrived in this city, Oupheir, every move you and the Firewood Carriers have made has been just as I predicted."
Gregory had clearly suffered a fatal wound, yet he could still speak and laugh freely.
Sajia, in his Great Monarch form, didn't say a word. He desperately wanted the madman opposite him to shut up.
He began to apply more force, trying to push his greatsword deeper and maneuver the blade inside the Demon Monk, hoping to cleave the impaled man in two.
But Sajia quickly realized something was wrong—he couldn't move the Flaming Greatsword even an inch!
One must understand that the Molten Fire Monarch was a supreme being in the Fire Elemental Plane. It didn't have an exaggerated size (though it was still a towering existence to Sajia himself), but in its place was an extreme density of energy.
In other words, the strength and temperature he could unleash were absolute extremes.
