Nyxara's brows furrowed deeply. Her gaze locked on Damien, her sharp mind already trying to decipher what his next move could be. He wasn't retreating. He wasn't raising another wall. He wasn't even summoning more undead.
He was charging.
"What is he doing?" she murmured.
"He's committing suicide," one Celestial Blaze Sect elder sneered.
"He's mad," another said. "Even one breath of that divine fire would disintegrate a sovereign. Wu Jinhai used it to kill one of our elders just three months ago."
"Look at him. He's finished. He's nothing."
Their voices rose in collective amusement and scorn, filled with the intoxicating confidence that came from watching countless enemies fall to the same flame.
Even Wu Jinhai smiled, his arms still raised, basking in the glory of divine annihilation. "Ashes to ashes," he whispered, voice trembling with pleasure. "You think yourself bold, punk, but not even the strongest undead can—"
Kablam.
The explosion wasn't fire.
