"Great devil..."

Chu Qingyi was slightly absent-minded and her eyes shone with a strange light. She imagined the scene and was rather stunned.

There were hundreds of thousands of corpses, and her Master looked down on the world alone. His sword-wielding figure was still as charming as ever.

"But Master, in reality, is different from what I imagined," Chu Qingyi said after thinking about it for a moment.

"What's the difference?" ...