The bull-headed Divine Spirit, engulfed in flames, let out waves of agonizing screams. The flames fanned out by Han Zhongli scorched his soul, filling his heart with fear. Regretting deeply now, he shouldn't have listened to others and ventured into that forbidden place; he beseeched piteously amidst the flames.
With an impassive face, Han Zhongli disregarded the Divine Spirit's pleas. He watched the desperate struggles as if observing an insignificant ant, without a ripple in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to embody a true Divine Spirit, high above the Nine Heavens, watching indifferently, devoid of pity.
The Divine Spirit's wailing spread far and wide, instilling fear in the nearby Barbarian Divine Spirits. The scene reminded them of the terror of the Kyushu lands, and they felt fortunate for their own rationality for not entering the fray themselves, lest the bull-headed Divine Spirit's present should become their future.
