The Divine Machinery roared once again, the steam shooting out from various parts of its body dispersed the mist emanating from the Mother of Darkness. Then Duanmu Huai raised the flame sprayer again, and soon, the high-temperature flame, enough to melt warship steel plates, spewed out once more, shooting straight into the twisted, chaotic, writhing depths of the Mother of Darkness.
"Ah...…"
The scorching flame turned into a ray, penetrating deep into the corrupted Chaos. At the same time, the bloated body of the Mother of Darkness began to tremble, countless mouths on the surface opened simultaneously, letting out a low moan. But it didn't sound like a pained groan of being injured; rather, it was more like a sigh filled with pleasure.
Soon after, Duanmu Huai saw the underside of that writhing body gradually split open, and then—a creature engorged in flames... no, rather, a creature entirely made of flames was birthed from within.
"...That's enough already."
