Damnable Human Race! How dare you ruin my plans? If I don't slaughter every one of you, the rage in my heart will never fade!
The Heavenly Ghost Yiren's roar reached Qing Lian's ears, carrying a meaning all its own.
He had proceeded with caution at every step.
Yet in the end, he had lost by a single move, and the Human Race had still destroyed the Nether Capital Stone.
Qing Lian thought, If I were in his shoes, I would have flown into a rage too.
She could understand him, but she felt no sympathy. In fact, she was even rather pleased.
She was pleased that the Human Race had destroyed the Nether Capital Stone, causing the passage connecting the mortal world to Yanfu to collapse.
Though they were both Heavenly Ghosts, Qing Lian had no desire to see the mortal world filled with countless members of her own kind.
That would make it no different from Yanfu.
In that dark world, the strong ran rampant, while the weak could only be slaughtered or used as food.
Thus, the "weak" in Yanfu either huddled together for warmth like Qing Lian and Hong Zhuang, or hid everywhere, scraping by in misery.
How could that compare to the freedom and ease of living in the mortal world?
For Qing Lian, the best possible outcome would be to kill Hong Zhuang and become the only Heavenly Ghost in the mortal world.
Then she would no longer have to live in fear as she had in Yanfu.
At that thought, she could not help smiling before retreating like a flash of lightning.
Because "Xuannü" had arrived.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Qixue controlled the mech and engaged in battle with the Heavenly Ghost Yiren.
Qing Lian took the opportunity to release