He looked up stupidly and saw the man close at hand. His phoenix eyes were silent, and he could only see the burning flames in his eyes, burning up an ice field. The noble and gorgeous robe touched the floor a little, with exquisite dark patterns. He stretched out his hand and grasped the corners of the clothes tightly. The blood on his palm seeped into it and spread slowly along the pattern. Like a flower blooming on the vast snowfield, although the flower blooms to the extreme, it is only prosperous for a moment.
"You have stained the immortal world with your blood and devastated the world. Your demonic nature is despicable and you are not ashamed of the six realms."
"Zifei."
The standing man glanced coldly, as if the refreshing water of the Forgotten River was pouring down from his head, as if he had never met him before. A gust of wind tore the corner of his clothes, but he did not dodge, and his hands were already covered in bones.
"Now I grant you the punishment of burning with fire, and I will remove you from your position as the Demon Lord. You will be abandoned in the void and live forever."
After saying that there was no trace of the person, he clenched the corner of his clothes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking extremely youthful.
"Zifei, I finally... Got hold of the corner of your clothes."