First, it was defeated in the duel of mutual devouring, and then took my serious attack head-on. At this moment, the Catastrophe Demon was undoubtedly in a state of severe injury; by contrast, I was brimming with confidence, full of spirit, and even achieved significant progress in the battle. The gap between us can be described as the difference between clouds and mud.
Therefore, after I made the last strike, the fate of the Catastrophe Demon was predictable.
Orange flames burst forth like a solar flare, transforming into light and heat that devoured all, covering the area in front of me. The Catastrophe Demon composed entirely of black flame shattered like a ceramic jug filled with ink under the flood, its ink consumed and assimilated by the rushing waters, leaving no trace behind. After the Fire Sea disappeared, the black flames were no more.
Catastrophe Demon, extinguished.
I descended towards the ground.
