"Ha, creating a false sense of mystery."
Yu Youhan's lips curled into a chilling arc, disdainfully saying, "What difference is there between a waste and a group of wastes?"
She extended her fair hand, her pale jade fingers tapping lightly, as a ray of cyan light shot out, splitting into several beams in the air, piercing through the void, and burying itself into the brows of those clones.
Zhu Wujiang seemed unaware, standing dumbfounded, as his body disintegrated under the erosion of Returning Ruins Dao Power.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Yu Youhan frowned, sensing something amiss.
With the annihilation of Zhu Wujiang's clones one by one, it seemed that something was being drawn out of her.
It seemed to be...
Emotion?
As the "Zhu Wujiang" with a hideous face died, the anger in her heart suddenly dissipated, followed by joy, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, desire... The more she killed, the more emotions and desires were worn away.
