"Let us perish together!"
Madness painted Joanna's face, but so did an unmistakable smile—as though death was not an ending for her, but rather some kind of beginning.
Thick roots erupted from her body, wrapping around both herself and the Flame Throne in a tangled embrace.
The phantom image of the purple plant solidified in an instant, its roots tightly knotting together as they sank into the entire demiplane. Branches and leaves unfurled, and the buds at their tips quickly swelled and bloomed...
Accompanied by the Flame Throne's furious roar, a purple blossom of indescribable beauty slowly unfurled across the demiplane.
A terrifying force surged within the flower, forming a blinding purple radiance that erupted outward in all directions. Even the Grey Mist World was caught in its wake, its entire structure crumbling.
"Not good!"
Leilin's pupils contracted sharply. The residual Grey Mist power immediately coalesced into a thick wall before him. As the light flashed, Melinda wasted no time squeezing her way in beside him.
Then, an all-encompassing wave of purple light engulfed everything in an instant...
The demiplane hidden within the labyrinth was ripped apart by the purple light. Countless black holes appeared, devouring everything in their vicinity—it was as though the end of the world had arrived.
The shockwaves from the explosion continued to batter the barrier of the Flame World, causing the entire realm to shudder without cease.
When everything finally settled, the original world rift had been transformed beyond recognition.
Countless irreparable spatial fissures had opened up, and innumerable chaotic currents sliced through, reducing what had been ruins to something far worse.
Even the vast nebulae—reminiscent of those in the universe of his previous life—had been completely dispersed by this explosion.
Faint glimmers of starlight flickered here and there at the edges, carrying with them an air of desolate resignation—the feeling of all things having withered away.
In the shattered void, a large mass of mist dispersed, revealing the figures of Leilin and Melinda.
"Truly worthy of an ancient remnant bloodline—this destructive power from self-detonation..."
Leilin seemed to be expressing admiration, but there was also an ineffable note of regret in his voice. He had been deeply interested in studying this extraordinary constitution, but he had not expected her to detonate herself so decisively.
The horrifying storm generated by the self-detonation had dealt even Leilin and Melinda a small blow, despite their sixth-level Mist Giant energy serving as a defense, leaving them both looking somewhat disheveled.
"Bloodline!"
Leilin's eyes turned red as a small vortex formed on his palm. Something within the void seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, drifting of its own accord into Leilin's hand.
Countless motes of light coalesced, ultimately forming a single drop of purple blood, within which tiny golden flecks continuously shimmered.
"This is all that remains? Truly overwhelming wizardry!"
Leilin sighed and carefully stowed the blood away.
"No! That's not right! The Flame Throne hasn't died!" After her initial shock, a glimmer of delight appeared on Melinda's face.
For her, if the Flame Throne were severely wounded and unable to resist her possession, that would actually be the best possible outcome.
"After all, it's a sixth-level Dawn Throne—how could it simply fall like that?"
Leilin nodded gravely. He had never dared to underestimate a high-level Wizard existence.
Moreover, the Chip had not reached any such conclusion—instead, it had detected the Flame Throne's aura fluctuations from before, further confirming this fact for Leilin.
Roaring flames!
Tiny flickers of golden flame suddenly ignited in the void, growing and accumulating until they eventually formed the shape of a massive gate of fire.
The Flame Throne's figure stepped through the fiery gate, its eyes filled with cold detachment and ruthless resolve.
Boom! The fiery gate abruptly condensed, transforming into a golden Wizard's robe that draped itself over the Flame Throne. "I never expected to have my 'rebirth' process interrupted by a mere insect. It seems these ancient remnants and bloodline wizards should all be eradicated completely..."
At that moment, peak sixth-level energy erupted from the Flame Throne without the slightest restraint, drawing bitter smiles of recognition between Melinda and Leilin.
"An ability to be reborn through fire?" Leilin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It suits the flame affinity quite well. And this healing effect... it's somewhat similar to the cryogenic talent of the Ice World..."
"At a time like this, you're still in the mood to analyze things?"
Melinda didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Meanwhile, the Flame Throne across from them had already raised its right hand, and a longsword forged entirely of raging flames materialized before it.
"In the name of the Flame Throne, I sentence you!"
Towering flames surged forward alongside the blade's arc—these were no ordinary wizardry flames, but the Fire of Law!
The mere descent of these flames had instantaneously drained the area of every fire elemental particle, even repelling the other elemental particles—utterly domineering in its totality.
Having been reborn through fire, the Flame Throne had not only survived Joanna's self-detonation but had also recovered from all its injuries, seemingly restored to the peak sixth-level Throne it once was.