Chapter 5738 Finally Subdued
- "Ha-ha-ha-ha! Fire Spirit fossil, bullying a half-dead phantom proves nothing. Face me, the demon lord!" The laughter rolled like thunder laced with inferno.
- A mountainous hand—forged entirely from pitch-black flame—lunged from the rift and clamped around the descending column of starlight as if seizing prey.
- "Fire Demon Lord?" The Fire Spirit Lord's voice, for the first time, betrayed a note of stern fury.