The spirit in the middle-aged man’s eyes dimmed, and he revealed an expression of disbelief.
“Could it be that you refined the Devilish Art?” His voice carried a hint of terror.
“You’ve guessed quite well. If you obediently give yourself up, I will give you a method of survival. Otherwise… well, you already know, don’t you?” While the old man said this, he raised his hand and with a boom, a sphere of flames as black as ink appeared in his palm.
“Heavenwide Corpsefire! You’ve finally refined it.” The middle-aged man’s face grew beyond pale, and his voice became hoarse from terror.
