The dust had yet to fully settle.
A figure stepped out from the center of the battlefield.
At this moment, Gu Yue's silver armor was riddled with damage, stained with dark blood and dust.
Her waterfall of hair hung slightly disheveled against her cheeks and neck.
Her exquisite face was etched with the exhaustion of fierce battle, as well as a cold indifference belonging to divinity.
A faint streak of blood wound down from her smooth temple, across her cheek, and to her chin, lending her a touch of battlefield chill and murderous ferocity.
She walked to the glaring heap of flesh and blood, her purple dragon eyes sweeping over it indifferently as though it were a stain by the roadside.
Everything happening within Heaven Dou City lay exposed beneath her spiritual perception.
She saw the humans' wails and despair as clearly as if they were before her eyes.
Yet her heart did not stir in the slightest. She even felt that this was the bitter consequence humanity had brought upon itself over ten thousand years.
Ten thousand years of oppression, ten thousand years of slaughter—today was merely the beginning of the Soul Beasts reclaiming their blood debt.
She slowly walked forward, her silver combat boots stepping into the pool of blood with soft, sticky sounds.
That sound was especially clear amid the deathly silent ruins.
Every step seemed to land on Su Ling's chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, nearly suffocating him.
"You... are injured..."
Su Ling's voice was hoarse. With difficulty, he tore his gaze away from that pile of flesh and blood, his hollow eyes falling upon Gu Yue.
Hearing this, Gu Yue raised a hand and lightly brushed the bloodstain on her cheek with her fingertips.
Even that motion carried a transcendent, divine indifference.