Inside the Golden City, a loud dragon's roar suddenly pierced the air.
"Roar!"
A conical flame shot directly into the sky, the intense heat melting countless rib cages and a rat's head.
The Red Dragon, wearing a crown, soared into the sky like a king descending to the earth.
"So... Fiery Flame's burning of the city wasn't destruction, but salvation?"
Atop the Duke Mansion, Abel gazed at this scene, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Destiny..."
On the ground, the destroyed rib cages quickly regenerated, revealing a rat's white skeletal head.
Spirits could not be killed; they would only continuously reassemble!
At that moment, a flash of golden light.
A silhouette stood atop the crown of the Red Dragon, arms folded, looking down.
"The Great Spirit... definitely much stronger than ordinary spirits."
Fang Xing looked with interest at the mischievous Great Spirit below.