The Demon Vein Desolate Land was shrouded in a bloody mist.
A blood-red Oil-Paper Umbrella drifted down from the sky, revealing a graceful figure.
A slender jade-like hand reached out, resembling a black hole that devoured everything. The poisonous substances in the mist were swiftly broken down and absorbed.
Her dazzling, soul-stirring eyes surveyed everything around her, revealing a trace of undisguised disgust.
"An eyesore."
"Living like rats and ants in a sewer, buried in darkness."
The instant her voice fell, countless strange, twisted tentacles suddenly howled out from beneath the Oil-Paper Umbrella.
Before long, a humanoid creature was swept back from within the mist by the tentacles.
Soul searching was activated in an instant, and the figure beneath the umbrella curved her lips into a beautiful smile.
The blood-red Oil-Paper Umbrella drifted onward, swiftly darting toward the depths of the Demon Vein Desolate Land. Along its path, the Demon Cultivators who failed to dodge in time were either soul-searched on the spot or instantly devoured, reduced to shriveled Human skin.
With the "help" of the Demon Cultivators' memories, she soon found a concealed stone chamber.
"No reaction? It isn't here."
"Could it have hidden in that place?"
The figure beneath the umbrella shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter. It's only a matter of time."
As she spoke, her snow-white, jade-like legs moved, and she elegantly walked into the secret chamber.
Not long afterward, the figure beneath the umbrella appeared once more.
"It's gone."
Her voice was cold, suppressing a trace of indescribable fury.
Countless strange tentacles suddenly emerged. Like a great net spreading open, they extended in every direction.
The remaining Demon Cultivators hiding and trembling deep within the bloody mist had not even reacted before they were pierced through by tentacle after tentacle, their vitality then