"One hundred and ninety-nine!"
The Moon Emperor stood atop a mass of eerie flames. The roaring fire burned the corpses on the ground, reducing them to streams of pure energy.
That energy flowed continuously through the ground and into the soles of her feet.
Rather than suffering a tremendous drain on her spiritual power from the prolonged battle, her aura grew increasingly robust.
The Moon Emperor watched it all coldly, without the slightest pity for the female cultivators she had slain.
She did not waste the Storage Rings on the ground, either. With a gentle pull of her hand, they flew into her grasp as though drawn by a magnet.
The Moon Emperor swept her gaze over her surroundings. When she saw that the next person to enter was a burly man, she knew she had slaughtered almost all the female cultivators.
Those who remained were either women willing to endure Wang Lie's torment or the few who had not been sent in to fight her.
The Moon Emperor's expression grew even colder. She had been fighting since morning. Although her spiritual power and aura continued to strengthen, her physical stamina had been severely depleted.
She felt her sword arm beginning to ache, forcing her to switch the blade to her left hand and continue killing.
Just then, the burly man roared like an enraged lion. His enormous, gauntleted fists hurtled toward the Moon Emperor like meteors.
The Moon Emperor's heart tightened at the sight, and she did not dare let her guard down.
Her body shifted slightly with lightning speed, her movements light and nimble, as though she had anticipated the attack long ago.
In that instant, she deftly evaded his attack and swept her left hand like a gust of wind. A cold gleam flashed, piercing straight