Amid the agonized, helpless roars of the low-tier demon crocodiles, several divine sense messages suddenly arrived from dozens of li away, accompanied by increasingly distinct spirit pressure.
"Stop?"
Liu Yu gave a cold smile and ignored them.
Would stopping now really allow both sides to clear up their misunderstanding, shake hands, and make peace?
Dream on!
Their opposing allegiances made them natural enemies. Reconciliation was all but impossible.
Liu Yu had no intention of stopping. The Azure Yang Demonic Flame burned ever more fiercely, turning the Redblood Marsh into a sea of fire.
From afar, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of azure flames blazing furiously.
Together with Zhuo Mengzhen's slaughter, the flames had wiped out nearly all the low-tier demon beasts in the Redblood Marsh.
Three breaths later, the vast expanse of azure flames vanished, gathering once more in Liu Yu's palm.
Six hundred degrees.
His eyes flickered slightly at the figure.
He had not spared even the corpses Zhuo Mengzhen left behind. Burning nearly all the demon beasts in the Redblood Marsh had ultimately yielded six hundred degrees of fuel.
Added to his earlier gains, he now had seven hundred and twenty degrees of fuel.
Low-tier demon beasts provided little fuel individually, but their numbers were plentiful, and killing them took hardly any effort!
Dozens or hundreds of them yielded more fuel than a third-tier demon cultivator.
It seems low-realm cultivators or low-tier demon beasts are the best targets for harvesting fuel.
Perhaps wiping out an entire demon beast tribe or destroying a cultivation sect outright would be the best choice.
I should try it if an opportunity arises.
Liu Yu's gaze flickered as he withdrew the Azure Yang Demonic Flame.
Both third-tier Redblood Crocodiles had been slain. After gathering the spoils, the five stood