By the time Yan Wuji had devoured the Essence Qi of the last Steward at the Netherworld Pavilion's branch, only an hour had passed since he began his assault.
Yan Wuji stood in the courtyard of the Netherworld Pavilion branch, his body shrouded in a faint, blood-red mist.
It was a side effect of devouring a massive amount of Essence Qi, an overflow he had yet to fully refine.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The thick stench of blood filled him with a satisfaction he had not felt in a long time.
"Sixty-three people... This place had the most."
Yan Wuji muttered to himself.
Including the people from the previous five branches, nearly three hundred Martial Artists from the Seven Sects had died by his hand in a single night.
This brought the Essence Qi accumulated within him to a considerable level.
If he refined and absorbed it, it would be enough to raise his Cultivation by another notch.
"This... is only the beginning."
