Bai Yujun Teleported from the battlefield to beyond the Demon Realm's atmosphere.
Against the backdrop of densely packed warships continuously falling from the heavens to invade, her robes drifted, her face cold and serene. Her chin was slightly raised as her indifferent, profound draconic vertical pupils looked down, her gaze piercing through every illusion and reaching directly for the truth.
Her robes fluttered as faint mist curled around her.
There were clues, though not many. Still, they could make the opponent anxious and lose their composure. The more they did, the more flaws they revealed.
Hunting was, in truth, a silent conversation with one's opponent. It required patience and waiting for fleeting opportunities. Impatience would only disturb that delicate balance.
The longer this dragged on, the better. Victory would gradually tilt toward her with time.
Bai Yujun did not merely intend to flip the old table over. She intended to set fire to the restaurant itself.
She would raise a toast with her family and friends, but it would be inside a newly built, magnificent immortal palace—not in some dilapidated house others had grown accustomed to living in, lest that moldy, rotten stench disgust her.
The Spatial Secret Realm used to refine evil demons could be anywhere: in the Demon Realm, underground, or even above the firmament. One thing was certain—it would not be too far from the Demon Realm.
And on the other side of the Demon Realm.
The negative energy there was violent and chaotic, making it most suitable for concealing a secret realm, while also providing enough demonic qi.
It was all speculation.
With her chin raised, she stood proudly beneath the heavens, her vertical pupils scanning the lands below. She saw Ancient Desolate Beasts such as the Six-Winged Strange Snake reveling in battle. When they grew