That wisp of divine soul lay crippled in the hands of that young lad, subjecting his venerable master to torment at the hands of the Boss.
And the individual standing before him had somehow reignited the Demon Emperor's fire, a flame dormant for a millennium. Fiendish, demon fire coursed through him at any given moment…
How could an elderly cultivator of hundreds of years endure such a plight!
Was the world now assaulting individuals in this manner?
Was he failing to keep pace with the changing times, or were these two young souls not of this era to begin with…
Overwhelmed by despondency, the old man scratched his ears and cheeks, feeling an irresistible urge to break free and bellow at the heavens thrice!
The white phoenix, resembling a rainbow, pierced through the old geezer's form.
In pain, the old man opened his mouth, his entire visage contorting.
