Helpless Ji Bochang

[Killed Chess-Player Realm creature, obtained 8,459,325 years of Dao Cultivation]

[Current Dao Cultivation: 113,259,830 years]

As the prompt faded, Jiang Yuechu expressionlessly stowed the corpse into her storage bag.

Now that she had the Dao Cultivation and the Dao-Integration Material, the harvest was indeed something she could never have gained by hiding away.

She swept her gaze across the surroundings with a hint of emotion.

Under her watch, the once chaotic area had fallen into a strange silence, as if a tacit understanding had been reached; everyone stared blankly at the slightly slender figure.

Dead... they were all dead?!

Which of the Cloud Dream Palace's generals was not a fierce existence that shook the region and had hands stained with countless blood?

And yet, they just died like this?

Without even a shred of room to struggle, they had been reduced to ashes in the span of a few breaths.

On the deck of the broken flying ship, Lin Feiyan stared blankly at the horizon, her eyes reflecting the blood mist filling the sky.

She stood frozen in place, her breathing stalled, her hands loosening unconsciously.

"Hiss..."

Deacon Ling Han, whose half-raised body she had been barely supporting, fell back into the pool of blood without warning.

"I say..."

Deacon Ling Han coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and waved a weak hand. "Although I'm nearly dead, you don't have to toss me around like this..."

Yet, even now, no thought of blame arose in his heart.

He gasped, his voice growing increasingly faint. "Run. Don't worry about me. While the Demon Soldiers haven't surrounded us yet, run as far as you can. If you're lucky enough to make it back to the sect alive, remember to burn some paper Qian for me during the festivals..."

Before he could