“...” Yan Tianxiao stared dazedly at the sky. In a world where all light had been devoured, his face still looked startlingly white.

“All of this struggling that you have already schemed up is nothing more than a sad and pathetic joke to me.”

Beneath that devilish might that could burn everything to ash, Yun Che’s words cut into their souls like a hot knife through butter. Yan Tianxiao turned his head toward him with much difficulty, but he still held the Yama Devil ...