"You can't do this…"
Sophie caught his wrist, holding it with both her hands as she looked at him with pleading eyes.
As a flame cultivator, it went without saying that she could comprehend the significance of the apocalyptic flames.
She didn't even flinch when he yelled that it was karmically deadly as this was a realm-devouring flame. She heard from Myria that it consumed everything in its path, leaving behind nothing, not even its history. Everything connected to it would be cleansed like purified by heavenly flames.
Even this ashen dust from the Molten Goldcrust Core would not be left if the apocalyptic flames engulfed them completely. That's how ridiculously pervasive, unbridled, and destructive these flames were.
