He screamed in pain, feeling every fiber of his being burning up. But the demon pushed forward, even as his gauntlets melted and the knuckles of his hands were revealed. He took one step after another and then, he faltered and fell.
Unable to defend himself, Kong Zhi was subject to the rest of the technique, leaving him barely alive. The state of his body was more than horrifying, it was pitiful.
Every inch of him was burned to the point of being barely recognizable. His gauntlets were gone and he laid in a puddle of melted flesh and bone. Despite all of that pain and suffering, he was still alive, just a step into the underworld.
One could see his chest rising ever so slightly as he stared at the sky. There was no way the Vajra Demon could survive this. Even if he didn't end up dying, no amount of medicine and treasure could restore what he had lost.
"Hah, hah, hah. Do it, kill me."
