On the barren wasteland planet, Erniu sighed regretfully. He had not found little Ah Qing in any of the maggots….

Next, his attention turned to the corpses, and he begrudgingly continued his search.

***

A full-scale war had broken out in another of Netherflame’s memory worlds, a world that consisted of a starry sky.

Leading a massive army was Netherflame himself, clad in a pitch-black suit of armor that made it look like he had climbed out of death itself. He was waging war against a host of nonhumans, unleashing mad and brutal slaughter. The sound of magical techniques mixed with terrifying screams to echo out nonstop.