Qinghu stood there, not even as tall as the fallen Nascent Soul Realm Asura.
However, her presence was simply overwhelming. Her calm gaze made it clear that she could strike at any moment.
At the same time, the distant Division Level Ship slowly approached.
The Mother Nest hesitated for more than ten seconds before finally retreating slowly.
The Division Level Ship drew near the Mother Nest where Qinghu was located. As the opposing Mother Nest withdrew, the other Asura Nests gradually pulled away as well.
This meeting between the two sides had been thick with the smell of gunpowder. There had even been a one-on-one duel, yet it ultimately did not escalate into a major battle. That was truly rare.
Qinghu had no intention of keeping the captured Eight-Armed Asura alive. As the Division Level Ship arrived, a figure appeared beside her.
The figure casually produced a Cloud Crown and drew in the captured Eight-Armed Asura.
Seeing that the Asura was about to be sucked into the Cloud Crown, Qinghu raised a hand and retrieved her Celestial Net.
Although the Asura Nascent Soul Realm cultivator kept twisting and struggling, it was all futile.
In the blink of an eye, the towering Eight-Armed Asura was taken into the tiny Cloud Crown.
More than one Asura witnessed this scene, and they all knew that their Nascent Soul Realm cultivator had been forcibly used as a Live Sacrifice.
Not only was this cruel, it was an open provocation. Unfortunately, other than gritting their teeth in hatred, there was nothing more they could do.
Qinghu could not help feeling a little regretful. "What a pity. Why couldn't they have acted on impulse?"
She genuinely found it somewhat unsatisfying that they had simply let the other side leave.
Claire was rather curious. "How self-destructive was