The extinguished flame was naturally the one formed from Ye Luo's Nascent Soul.
After Emperor Fengdu's Golem regained its footing, a look of shock and uncertainty flickered in its eyes, which had previously seemed capable of seeing through all things. But it had no time to puzzle over Ye Luo's demise. Two more flames suddenly flickered weakly, like candles struggling against the wind.
"The Yama Underworld's fated time is up!"
In a purgatory-like space elsewhere, a woman in a red dress clearly sensed something.
"Supreme Star Monarch, there's no need to struggle in vain. So what if you brought in the Wuxiang Emperor? No one can change the outcome of the Underworld's destruction now!"
Opposite the woman floated a handsome man with a youthful face, white hair, and a transcendent, immortal aura. The man, known as the Supreme Star Monarch, was currently filled with disbelief. "Impossible. How could this happen?"
