The moment the Sea of Bitterness began to operate on its own, the scenery around Qi Fei had changed completely.
The fountains of blood vanished, leaving behind only withered remains like rotten wood.
A gentle snap would reduce them to fragments that scattered on the wind.
The relentless demon army faltered for an instant.
It wasn't because they were afraid.
The ability to plunder life and souls was nothing special in the Abyss. It couldn't scare them.
What made them hesitate was the power Qi Fei had suddenly displayed.
Her already terrifying power had changed somehow—a change they couldn't understand, or perhaps understood but refused to accept.
It was as if a rabble had found a backbone.
A qualitative change had taken place.
And that backbone was something utterly different from the Abyss, and even from the world itself.
Something centered on battle and devoted to survival, willing to stake everything on it—something even more mad than they, the demons.
How could such a thing exist?
The demons refused to accept their own judgment.
Even during the all-out war against the Witches, they had never witnessed anything like this.
Why had it suddenly appeared now?
Why had it been born in a normal universe rather than the Abyss?
Qi Fei paid no attention to the demons' reaction.
If they wouldn't come to her, she would go to them.
It was no different from returning to the way things had been before.
No, that wasn't right. It was far more convenient than before.
A cruel smile appeared beneath Qi Fei's mask.
Her dragon wings beat, carrying her into the demon army.
As her greatsword swept through the ranks, demons died and their bodies withered.
At that moment, Qi Fei didn't look like she had come to fight at all.
In fact,