Just as it was about to finish speaking, it abruptly began to convulse as if it were drowning; black liquid continuously gushed out of its mouth, its eyes being penetrated by a massive amount of rust, leaking out rust-colored bloody tears.
"Sav...me..."
It subconsciously attempted to cover it with tiger claws, only to find its claws had already petrified, transforming into windblown sand that vanished!
Its internal organs began to incinerate, the skin transformed into wood, the flames seared the wood, immediately engulfing it, and it gave out a cry of agony!
In the blink of an eye, a Peak Spirit-level Martial Artist crumbled into ashes.
"Weaklings are not worthy to talk nonsense." Gary Smith's calm voice echoed, him standing on the Demonic Ascension Platform.
Face tranquil, calm; there wasn't the slightest hint of arrogance from the successful kill; instead, it seemed as if he had merely squashed an ant!
He is the true Grand Demon!
