An icy gaze passed over the towering mountain of flesh and slowly settled on the corner of the hall.
Several cultivators who had survived by sheer luck were huddled there.
These cultivators had long since been scared out of their wits.
From their perspective, the remnant soul of a Twelfth Realm grand cultivator had first burst forth from the depths of the blood pool to seize a body, only to be devoured by this she-devil in the blink of an eye.
Then, the Ninth-Realm Demon Leech that had driven them to despair had not even lasted ten breaths before being hacked alive into more than a hundred thousand chunks of flesh.
This was not a battle of techniques between immortal cultivators at all.
It was simply a one-sided slaughter without the slightest suspense.
"D-Demon... demon..."
A surviving Seventh Realm cultivator's legs trembled so violently that he no longer had the strength to stand. His lips were pale as he muttered.
As they watched the carved mask slowly turn toward them, several cultivators felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads. Every hair on their bodies stood on end.
They did not even dare to flee, because they knew perfectly well that before a monster capable of killing a Ninth-Realm Demon Leech within ten breaths, running would only make them die faster.
Their lives and deaths rested upon this person's single thought.
A moment later, the bloody rain gradually ceased.
Within the great hall, there was nothing but the pungent stench of blood and dead silence.
Su Yueli withdrew Little Black, which had been coiled around the bones of her fingers.
The dark-gold Martial Weapon Runes on Little Black's blade gradually faded away, restoring it to its unremarkable pitch-black appearance.
Yet Su