Bai Yujun shook her hand, flinging off the blood that had yet to congeal.
Her cheek felt cool. She touched it and found a fresh shred of flesh from some unlucky fellow, then instinctively stuffed it into her mouth and ate it. She even smacked her lips and sucked her fingers, nodding in satisfaction. The meat seasoned by lightning was not bad.
Inside this Death Prison, specially tended by the Heavenly Dao, countless gazes fixed upon Bai Moulong.
How many years had it been since their last parting?
How had she suddenly become so overbearing?
Bai Moulong swept her gaze around and noticed a giant eagle glaring at her. She casually slapped it. Dragon energy formed a huge dragon claw and sent the giant eagle spinning in place. The moment it stopped, it received another backhanded slap.
The blows were vicious, leaving the eagle's beak full of bloody froth.
"Are those fierce eyes telling me you're dissatisfied? Pay attention to your expression management."
"..."
The villains all turned to look at the battered eagle, their eyes brimming with schadenfreude as they hoped Bai Yujun would hit it even harder.
That eagle face had been hard enough to change in the first place, much less make complex expressions. Those two resounding slaps had truly been rather undeserved. Everyone secretly snickered. Do not expect villains to feel sympathy; if they even understood the two words "sympathy," they would not have been locked in the prehistoric Death Prison.
Bai Yujun floated into the air, trying to rise a little higher. The Death Prison was filled with giant beasts; if she stood too low, those farther away would not be able to see her.
Her dragon eyes swept over the crowd, and the villains lowered their heads, some even flattening themselves against the ground.