The crimson curse swept across the plains like a viscous tide of blood, snuffing out all life wherever it passed. The raging green flame had once soared skyward, trying to hold back this flood of annihilation, but it failed to slow the curse even a fraction.
This crimson curse exuded an uncanny strangeness that made Li Yelai vaguely recall the nemesis of Champions, 'Shang', carrying the same kind of undeniable, almost Law-like Authority.
The Biomimetic Tear Drop instinctively repelled and resisted it, sufficient proof of its danger, though it hadn't yet reached the terrifying level of conceptual erasure like that of the Chaos Sea.
Yet the thing Li Yelai failed to comprehend most was the green flame's collapse.
The more desperate the situation, the stronger the power of the green flame was supposed to be.
The green flame, kindled in such an apocalyptic world, ought in theory to be powerful enough to incinerate the Supreme, and scatter even the Supreme's ashes to the wind.
