A Void Refinement True Lord generated power within their own body, and could also draw in the radiance of sun, moon, and stars, as well as chaotic spiritual essence. It could be said that their magical power was inexhaustible.
But within the corrupted Dongyang World, there was no radiance of sun, moon, or stars, much less spiritual essence or vital energy. Ling Qiu did not dare absorb the power of Dongyang World; she could only rely on herself. Added to that, after consecutively slaying more than a dozen Void Refinement-realm monsters over three days, even Ling Qiu could no longer hold on.
Not only did she have to guard against these monsters' unscrupulous pollution, she also had to shield the Pure Land humans behind her, and be wary of hidden attacks that might appear from anywhere. Surrounded on all sides by enemies, Ling Qiu was already exhausted in body and soul.
Yet even so, the battlefront was still retreating step by step. Great swaths of cultivators, either from fear or after being stained by filthy blood, were corrupted and twisted into enemies. The corrosion of the Corrupted Land was even more omnipresent, and had already eaten away nearly half of the Pure Land.
She looked at the monsters surging like a tide before her, at the writhing mountains of flesh in the distance, at the headless birds hovering above the Corrupted Land with sticky wings and splattering saliva. Even from so far away, the stench of those birds seemed to linger around Ling Qiu.
Those headless birds, those mountains of flesh—Ling Qiu had cut them all before, and not a single one was easy to deal with. The mountains of flesh had thick hides and coarse flesh, incomparably solid. Though they moved slowly, once they drew near, they could instantly