Very slight.
Like a drop of blood melting into the ocean.
But those monsters seemed to have a more sensitive sense of smell than sharks, and they accurately captured Yuan Yuxue's location.
For a while, no matter the shelters storing a large number of humans or the corpses of their own kind emitting a unique energy aura, they could no longer attract them. Their only target became that one place—
Yuan Yuxue opened her eyes.
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Ten, a hundred...
One thousand, two thousand...
Four thousand one hundred and eleven, four thousand one hundred and twelve…
His eyelashes trembled as Yuan Yuxue slightly opened his eyes. In front of him was a sea of blood. He calmly counted the number of monsters he had slaughtered.
Too many.
According to Yuan Yuxue's strength, when facing those monsters alone, the other party would find it difficult to touch him at all - even the sticky blood spurting out from the monsters' bodies would never touch Yuan Yuxue at all.
He doesn't like to have any particular smell on him.
However, when killing has become an instinct, a kind of inertia under conditioned reflex, Yuan Yuxue no longer cares about these things in order to eliminate the monsters more efficiently.
Or maybe I don't want to be distracted any more in this regard.
He was seldom in such a state of disarray.
Blood oozed from the forehead and rolled down the cheeks, creating a thick and gorgeous stroke on the pale skin. It even stained Yuan Yuxue's eyelashes, like tiny drops of water, and when Yuan Yuxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, it rolled down.
Although there was a hint of murderous intent, Yuan Yuxue's face was cold and expressionless.
There was more blood on his body, and it was dirtier, almost unbearable to look at - it was even difficult to tell whether it was the blood of those monsters or Yuan Yuxue's own blood.
Yuan Yuxue didn't care.
More blood flowed down his hand - from those slender, well-kneeded fingers to his pale, gaunt wrists, and then slid deeper until it faltered and stopped, leaving a very bright bloodstain on his skin.
There were too many sticky particles, which made my palms sticky and greasy, and I couldn't hold the knife steadily.
Of course, Yuan Yuxue would not do such a stupid thing as not being able to hold the Hongmeng Sword. After all, the Hongmeng Sword was equivalent to half of his body to some extent. But in order to avoid accidents, Yuan Yuxue still tore off a piece of barely clean cloth, hastily wiped the blood off his palm, and tied it to his palm to absorb the excess blood.
He was careful to avoid the knuckles, which would affect the sensitivity of his hands.
Yuan Yuxue tied it up very seriously. While he was "distracted", countless monsters pounced on him. Yuan Yuxue bit the clean end of the "bandage" and pulled it hard, tying it up. When the eyelashes drooped, countless knife lights flashed by, strangling the invading monsters.
So many monsters have died - but these monsters never get angry about the death of their own kind, and naturally, they are not afraid of the death of their own kind.
This was an extremely difficult and tough battle.
What was strange was that even though Yuan Yuxue's body was dirty and covered in blood, there was only one place that was clean.