"I don't want to kill... but others want to kill me!"
She looked at the figures scattered across a hundred-mile radius and the dry bones amid the sand and gravel.
An indescribable emotion stirred in Li Qingyue's heart.
She was no murderous fiend.
Nor did she want to devour the vital essence of living beings.
With natural wonders, heaven and earth essence, and even immortal gold and divine iron, her Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art could still grow.
She was human, too.
She felt an instinctive affinity for other humans.
But in this chaotic age, if she did not kill, she would be the one to die.
To survive, to grow stronger, she had become, step by step, the demoness and witch others called her.
The dry bones she had left along her path, together with the lives buried during her tribulation, numbered no fewer than a thousand.
She had cut people down like hemp, her hands drenched in blood.
"I'll kill until no one in this world dares stand against me!"
Li Qingyue murmured softly, as though steeling her heart.
There was little hesitation, only an emotion she could not put into words.
Hum!
The Ghost Face Mask on her face shone, seeming to weep and smile at once, as though mocking everything in this world.
Yet it also seemed caught between sorrow and joy, its heart tormented without end.
"With the world as it is, who can break free?"
Li Qingyue turned resolutely and took a Flying Immortal Step, piercing through the void like a streak of light as she swiftly departed.
One moment, she was still before their eyes; the next, she was dozens of miles away.
When someone occasionally blocked her path, she still killed them in silence.
Unless those in the Four Extremes or Dragon Transformation realms