Mira stood in the midst of the carnage, the ground beneath her littered with the bodies of the fallen cultivators and beasts. She looked around at the destruction she had wrought and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
The Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and Rank 7 beasts had been no match for her, and she had dispatched them with ease. Even if she stood there wide open and let them attack her, she doubted they had the strength to do any real damage. They might be able to leave cuts and bruises, but she hardly considered those as injuries in the first place.
Since they had served their purpose, there was no point in keeping them here any longer. Although these people hadn't committed any major offenses against her, Mira didn't feel bad about killing them.
That was just how the world was; a brutal place that could take your life at any moment.
