Two more months passed. Throughout these years, Long Chen traveled through the world, killing anything and everything that he saw along the way.
The land he walked had rivers of blood flowing in them by the time he left. Carnage and destruction were everywhere. Before long, almost all life in the world had been wiped, leaving the world completely barren.
Only one life still existed, flying high in the sky.
It was none other than Long Chen, left alone in this world. There was a calm expression on his face as if nothing big had happened.
However, what was really surprising was the killing aura around him. After wiping the entire world, his killing aura was so fierce that it was spreading for miles and miles nonstop.
Long Chen had a bottle in his hand, which he observed carefully.
"I've searched the entire world twice already. No other city or town left. But still, this bottle isn't completely filled. What am I supposed to do now?" He wondered, frowning.
