"You... all deserve to die!"
Li Qingyue raised her eyes. Her icy gaze held no emotion, only surging killing intent.
It was as though ice sealed away for millions of years was about to emerge and destroy everything.
This time, she was truly furious.
She never wanted to feel that helplessness, that pain, that shattered despair again.
She would crush every enemy and protect everything she cared about in this world.
She never wanted to relive the loneliness and alienation she had felt upon first arriving in this world, feelings that pierced her soul and offered no glimpse of light.
She had no kin anywhere in the world, not a sliver of hope in sight.
In this vast world, there had been only alienation, loneliness, and endless despair!
She had been like a wandering ghost, without a home, without family, without anything.
Her soul had nowhere to rest.
She could find no sense of belonging, no meaning in being alive.
Yan Wushuang, Yang Wuzheng, the Tianquan Saint, the Tianxuan Saintess, the Yaoguang Holy Son, and the others had treated her sincerely even when she was at her weakest.
They had even protected her throughout their journey through the Primordial Ancient Mine, weathering countless brushes with death.
They were among the few friends she cared about most.
They were also her only friends in this world.
And now, Yan Wushuang had nearly died, while the Tianquan Saint and even Fairy Lingwei, whom she had only just met, had all suffered grievous injuries.
This had ignited the deepest fury in Li Qingyue's heart.
Rumble...
Li Qingyue merely blinked. Without any other movement, a terrifying rumble erupted between heaven and earth.
An indescribable will bore down upon heaven and earth with her every movement, suffused with world-shaking fury.
She was like an unsurpassed