Zhi Yue had once looked like a pure white lotus in her black hair and white dress, but the moment Shi Mo died, her lips curved into a strange smile, and her hair turned crimson. Her white gown shifted into a blood-red dress.
She looked like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.
Zhi Yue's gaze swept slowly across the battlefield. She stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, her voice low and delighted. "The bloodlines of the Nine Great Races, all in one go this time. I should thank you for coming to me on your own and helping me achieve divine perfection."
Her red hair fluttered wildly as she fixed her gaze on a Tian Lang clansman. In the blink of an eye, her figure vanished and reappeared behind him like a ghost.
Before the man even realized what had happened, his entire body went limp. His bloodline was drained dry in an instant, leaving nothing but a human skin crumpled on the ground.
The Tian Lang bloodline flowed into Zhi Yue's body. She closed her eyes, her expression one of pure satisfaction.
As expected.
No rare race's blood could compare to that of the Nine Great Races.
This time, she'd struck gold.
Yun Jin stayed where she was, protecting her small area while watching the chaos unfold with a cold gaze. If she acted, she could easily suppress everyone here. But since no one wanted her help, there was no reason to force herself into their fight.
After absorbing the Tian Lang bloodline, Zhi Yue's aura grew even stronger.
Everyone around tensed up.
Di Qian's face hardened. "Everyone, regroup! Don't get separated! The Shi Tribe's King has fallen into the path of evil. She's completely turned demonic. Don't hold back—kill her here and now!"
As soon as he spoke, the crowd unleashed their strongest treasures without hesitation and launched a barrage of attacks toward Zhi Yue.
Even as they attacked, many kept wary eyes on Yun Jin.
She couldn't help letting out a silent sigh. For the sake of benefits they hadn't even secured yet, these people were completely out of their minds.
Fine. Let them go crazy.
"Shiyi, the others don't know Yun Jin's only in the Tribulation stage," Yu Wushisan said telepathically, his tone casual. "Even if she wants to intervene, she can't really do much."
Sure, a Tian Lang clansman had been caught off guard earlier and died, but that guy had been weak and unprepared.
Now that everyone was on alert, the Shi Tribe's King wouldn't get far.
Victory was already within sight. They had no reason to let an outsider interfere.
"Forget about her," Yu Shiyi said calmly. "That human probably knows space techniques, so she can move freely. Her strength's not high, but if she wants to leave, no one can stop her. Let's focus on killing the Shi King first."
Yu Wushisan nodded and concentrated on his weapon.
In the next moment, countless attacks rained down like a storm. Zhi Yue hovered midair, grinning viciously as a blood-red barrier flared to life around her.
The wave of attacks slammed into it with a deafening bang, bursting apart—but what followed was far worse. The thick stench of blood spread out from the shattering barrier, flooding the field.
Zhi Yue's hundreds of guards suddenly froze. Their eyes turned blood-red, and their spiritual power surged wildly, nearly doubling in strength.
At the same time, eight figures appeared before Zhi Yue, taking formation instantly.
The Mirror Masters.
There had once been ten of them. One had been controlled by Yun Jin and killed by Zhi Yue's own hand, and another had died guarding the prison when disciples of the Wushuang Sect cut him down.
Now, only eight remained.
They charged straight toward the envoy group.
Meanwhile, Zhi Yue sat cross-legged midair, focusing entirely on refining the Tian Lang bloodline she'd just absorbed.
The bloodlines of the Ten Great Races were extraordinary. Even a rough absorption had made her far stronger, and once she refined them completely, her power would soar again.
The two sides clashed fiercely.
Zhi Yue's guards had one terrifying advantage: they didn't fear death. They fought as if they'd come here to die, detonating themselves just to drag an enemy down with them.
A Yu Tribe cultivator fell, his body exploding into mist. His bloodline separated and shot straight toward Zhi Yue.
She absorbed it greedily, her smile widening.
Another bloodline secured.
Perfect.
Just keep going like this.
Once she gathered the bloodlines of a hundred races, even if Su Yuan Zhēnzūn herself returned from the grave, she wouldn't fear her. In this world, strength was the only law that mattered.
Under the suicidal assault of her guards, Zhi Yue gathered several more bloodlines. The others finally realized something was wrong.
Di Qian's expression turned grim. "Protect the weaker ones! Don't let Zhi Yue absorb another drop of bloodline power!"
He'd finally figured it out. With every bloodline she absorbed, Zhi Yue's strength skyrocketed. They'd brought so many clansmen just to look powerful, but it had backfired spectacularly. Their weaker members were doing nothing but feeding Zhi Yue's bloodline frenzy.
Di Qian cursed inwardly.
No one had expected her cultivation method to be this twisted. They tightened their formation, trying desperately to prevent more deaths. But there were too many people. It was impossible to protect everyone. The casualties mounted without pause.
Of course, Zhi Yue's guards and Mirror Masters were also dying in droves. She didn't care. Every drop of blood, every sacrifice only fueled her insanity. Her focus was entirely on refining the bloodlines. She hadn't personally moved yet, and even so, her forces were being wiped out one by one.
After heavy losses, all of Zhi Yue's guards and Mirror Master were finally eradicated. But by then, she'd already absorbed eight of the Nine Great Races' bloodlines.
Only one remained.
Zhi Yue's gaze turned toward the Di Lie Tribe.
Di Qian had indeed done well. He'd protected his people perfectly. Not a single one had died.
Zhi Yue smiled faintly and rose to her feet.
Now only the Di Lie bloodline remained.
Yun Jin, still calmly eating her grilled fish, called out lazily, "You guys might wanna pay attention. Once she absorbs that last bloodline, her power's gonna peak. By then, even all of you together won't be her match. Still sure you don't want my help?"
Di Qian shot her a glare. "The affairs of Nanlan Continent don't need human interference!"
Now that only Zhi Yue remained, did he really think she could handle all of them at once?
This human woman just wanted to steal their credit. He wasn't about to give her that chance.
"Suit yourself." Yun Jin picked up another fish. "As long as you're happy."
Zhi Yue paused, her eyes flicking toward Yun Jin with an eerie glint. This human woman had sharp eyes to recognize her rising strength so quickly.
Since she'd noticed, Zhi Yue would make sure to send her on her way soon enough. After all, appreciation or not, no witness would be left alive.