Within a confined space, the surroundings appeared as if they were reflections of the entire Imperial Palace, except everything inside had turned gray and white.
Only a cluster of ghostly blue flames continued to burn, and above the flames, the situation outside was being reflected.
Standing beside the flames, Mo Ke, who was continuously dripping jet-black blood into them, watched the golden Divine Dragon rushing towards him on the screen, his face beginning to twist.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!! Why does it have to be now!"
Mo Ke's whole body ignited with a black flame, enveloped entirely by the fire, while the face beneath the hood seemed to have turned into a skull.
The flesh on his body seemed to have turned into fuel for the flames, turning into black blood dripping into the Flame of Civilization.
In contrast, the once elegant and majestic Second Prince now lay beside the Flame of Civilization, reduced to a mere mummy.
But clearly, Tao Yu did not give him time to think.
