The azure glow was dim, drifting, and barely discernible. That bit of aura contained an indescribable feeling of clarity, almost as though it weren’t of this world.

It was like fire but also unlike fire, just a mote of hazy azure light hovering on Zhao Jundu’s forehead.

The black flames had actually left this azure ember after burning out.

The ephemeral glow phased in and out without the slightest conflict with this world, a stark contrast to the fierce black flames from before. The flame might look unassuming, but it possessed an incomparable sense of existence once noticed—it was clearly one level above the violent black blaze.

Nighteye’s brows rose. “You can actually rise from flame and ashes. As expected of the Empire’s number one genius.”

Her voice turned cold. “But that’s far from enough!”

She tossed the Tempest backward, almost as though she were throwing away a useless item and not a magnum that the world would fight for. Awakening Dream appeared in her hand, erupting with a murderous glint that stunned the world!

The long sword pierced through Zhao Jundu’s chest and emerged from his back. There were countless experts on the field, but none of them managed...