"Arghhh—! I-It hurts!!" the Demon King hollered while rolling around on the ground, the white flames searing his skin and existence, unable to be put out. "IT'S SOOO PAINFUL!!!"
The Demon King's pained voice bled the ears of the Core Disciples, effectively snapping them out of their reveries and prompting them to hold their hands over their ears.
However—
The screaming suddenly stopped.
That was when they refocused on the ethereal man, which was when they saw a head full of loose gray hair clutched in between the webs of his fingers. The ethereal man looked at this cut-off head with disgust, finding nothing more irritating than a strong person who turned cowardly and pathetic as soon as they were faced with death.
Zar had faced death once before. And yet, not once had he considered cowering or pleading before the one destined to take his life.
