The evening wind howled across the nameless hill, blowing Luo Yan's magic-imbued purple hair, and carrying away the wails curling at his feet.
Marinus was dead.
This monster, who had lurked in the shadows of the Ryan Kingdom for decades, along with his decayed carcass and Chaos-tainted soul, completely dissolved in the Black Flame leaking through Luo Yan's fingers.
He rarely killed his opponents in such a brutal manner unless he felt that giving them a quick end was "against the Heavenly Dao."
As that broken body turned to ashes, the tortured souls bound and stitched within him finally found release at this moment.
A miracle appeared at this moment.
They did not dissipate immediately but transformed into countless twinkling lights dancing in the air.
At that moment, the pitch-black night sky seemed to reflect the Star River.
"Thank you..."
