"I can send you back to the Minghe Empire," Aoziman said to Mokaste.
This might have been the last conversation between them.
Mokaste was utterly spent, and the Sealing Bandages around her body were now tattered beyond recognition.
Even the Civilization Supreme Treasure, the Seal Chains, had lost their luster. Their surface was instead covered in purple, gray, black, and red blood.
Faced with the path to survival Aoziman had offered, Mokaste ignored the threats of the surrounding Evil Tide Dominators and simply collapsed without a shred of dignity in the very center of the Starry Sky Battlefield.
The blood beneath Mokaste's feet had already gathered into a sea.
The number of living beings that had fallen because of her was beyond count.
While Aoziman had mainly used sealing methods to cut away the strength of the Evil Tide Civilization,
Mokaste had traded blow for blow, either smashing the Evil Tide Dominators she faced into pulp or grievously wounding them.
In any case, almost none of the Evil Tide Dominators who fought Mokaste had left the battlefield unscathed.
In terms of the number of Evil Tide Dominators "killed," Mokaste was the undisputed first on this top-level starfield battlefield!
Aoziman had merely sealed those Evil Tide Dominators. In a sense, they had not truly "died."
"What do you think of me?" Mokaste did not respond to Aoziman's offer to send her back to the Minghe Empire. Instead, she stared into his eyes and asked.
To Mokaste, this question seemed even more important.
It had even surpassed her own life and safety.
"You... are very good." Aoziman looked at her, fell silent for a moment, then replied.
In Aoziman's view, after this battle, Mokaste should have gained a clearer understanding of her own Level-9 Path.
At the very least, she was no