Outside the majestic and solemn steeple, the boy was bound to a huge Roman stone pillar by chains the thickness of an adult's arm. The mottled and rusty chains cut through his skin, shedding crimson blood, hideous and terrifying.

The long, sparkling pale gray hair was disheveled, half-hiding his almost sickly face. There is a poignancy from hell in the darkness, and it is extremely enchanting.

The people surrounding the altar, whether poor or noble, all shouted loudly and shouted, threatening to burn the demons to death. The fear of ignorance oppresses them, causing them to vent their anger on the more vulnerable groups under the destruction of human nature.

The boy hung his head half-down, his strands of sparkling hair resting on the flawless side of his face. The dark purple eyes that symbolized the identity of the demon royal family were half-closed by butterfly-like eyelashes, making it impossible to see his emotions at this time. As the blood in his body passed, his face became more and more pale.

The red blood on the ground dripped down on the quaint altar, like a poignant Manjusha Sawa.

The magic that permeates his body is so weak that it is almost gone. The demon suppression lock on his body flashed with red-gold runes, making his aura more and more gloomy.

"Ignite the fire!" The cardinal archbishop who presided over the execution ground waved his sleeves, and the terrifying flame of holy light instantly burned.

The monstrous heat wave stained half of the clear sky red.

Let all the darkness shine so that there is nothing to hide.

It made the young man's eyes more and more indifferent, as if he was not the one who was burned by the fire.

Raising his head, the broken hair that was originally blocking his forehead naturally hung down, revealing a peerless face. The corners of the young man's mouth suddenly rose with a hint of mockery. In the deep purple eyes, there was a dead silence of indifference.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't you have any last words?" The old man was dressed in a white robe, and the vicissitudes of time had already crawled all over his old face, and only a pair of amber eyes seemed to be able to see the world clearly.

He appeared in front of the boy at some point, and let the last trace of the boy's strength be crushed. The old man had a kind smile on his face, and the warm holy light around him was permeated, which was in stark contrast to the terrifying flames.

Through him, the young man seemed to see his dead relatives, comrades-in-arms, and people.

One by one, they fell in pools of blood, dead without blinking their eyes.

Surrounded by the arrogant Sacred Legion of Jiaoyan......

"Haha! hahahaha!" he suddenly laughed wildly, almost bloodthirsty.

"Bright Sect Yan, even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!" At the last moment before he died, the young man roared wildly with the last of his strength.

At that moment, in the originally clear sky, the sky was overcast with clouds and thunder.

The dazzling sun was also dyed with a layer of bewitching purple, and for a while, the yin wind roared angrily, and the demonic energy raged.

The shadows of the trees stretched out their claws like demons, and even the majestic church was shrouded in shadows.