The space illuminated by flames, flickering with bright radiance, now possessed a certain dimness.
He Ao raised his hand, and the raging fires wrapped around each mountain peak retracted swiftly like receding tides, surging into his body.
Soon after, these flames gathered inward and quickly dissipated, revealing white curly hair and pupils covered in a purple brilliance.
He Ao lowered his head, looking at the flames entwined around his hand.
Under his gaze, the flames further dissipated, merging into his skeletal hand, filling with dense flesh and a multitude of blood vessels.
An invisible sense of weakness surged toward He Ao.
The power of the Angel still acted upon this body, further tearing it apart.
He Ao took a deep breath, lifting his head to look ahead.
A massive skeletal throne stood before him.
This throne had pronounced armrests and a backrest, resembling a gigantic throne at first glance.
But its overall structure also resembled a tall building.
