On the Desolate Star, Erniu sighed with some regret.
He didn't find Little Qing on those maggots…
Hence, his gaze landed on the corpses in the surroundings.
As he continued his unwilling search, in another fragment of the Nether Flame's memory, a war was breaking out.
It was in the starry sky.
Clad in pitch-black armor, resembling someone who had crawled out of death, Nether Flame led his army into a frenzied and brutal battle against the alien races in the starry sky.
The sound of spells and heart-rending sounds continued to rise and fall here.
This lasted until a person walked over from afar, emitting a monstrous divine might. They ignored both sides and swept through everything, heading straight for Nether Flame like a sharp blade.
After they got close, a finger landed on Nether Flame's forehead, shattering his body, the starry sky, and this memory realm.
