The surrounding cultivators stood witness to the harrowing scene, their faces contorted in a mixture of shock and fear. Shivers ran down their spines as they cringed and recoiled from the nightmarish spectacle that had unfolded before their eyes. The air was thick with an overwhelming sense of dread as they watched the once-mighty army, now reduced to a chaotic frenzy of violence, tearing at each other in a macabre dance of self-destruction. The sounds of clashing weapons, agonized cries, and the haunting notes of Bianca's music filled the atmosphere, creating an eerie symphony that sent a chill through the hearts of all who bore witness. The Corrupted Region, known for its treacherous nature, had revealed a new depth of horror, and the cultivators could only stand in fearful silence, their confidence shattered, as they watched the unfolding carnage.
As the cultivators huddled together, their whispers muffled by the disarray around them, they exchanged curious speculations about the mysterious figure who had unleashed the chaos.
"Who is she? Do you think she's a powerful cultivator or perhaps an enigmatic wanderer?"
"It's hard to say. They seem to possess incredible abilities. I can't even begin to fathom who they might be."
"I've heard rumors of a reclusive sect that possesses ancient music Dao. Could it be that her? Or is she simply a lone cultivator of music?"
"Whoever they are, one thing's for certain. We crossed paths with a force beyond our understanding. We'd best tread carefully."
Amidst the speculation about Bianca's identity, one cultivator offered a somber reminder of the potential consequences that touching the prince might entail, given his formidable backing.
"You know, that's the prince from the renowned Eastern Kingdom. They're to have subordinates from ancient sects, and wield great influence. Anyone who gets involved with him might find themselves facing repercussions far beyond what we can imagine."
The hushed tone of the cultivator's words carried a weight of caution, prompting the others to consider the implications of their actions and the tangled web of politics and power that surrounded the enigmatic figure they had confronted.
In the midst of the chaos, the wise elder, who had once advised the prince, found himself in a state of profound distress. He couldn't help but feel a rising sense of fear and regret as he witnessed the turmoil he had warned the prince about.
The elder's heart pounded with anxiety, and he felt a sickening sensation rise within him. He desperately wanted to distance himself from the unfolding carnage, but his legs refused to respond, as if frozen in place. His entire body trembled with the weight of remorse for having been associated with the prince's reckless actions.
As he gazed upon the mayhem, he couldn't help but lament the sheer stupidity of the prince's arrogance. He had hoped to guide the young man, to steer him away from calamity, but now it was clear that his counsel had fallen on deaf ears, with dire consequences. The elder knew that there would be no easy escape from the ramifications of this fateful encounter, and the weight of his regret hung heavy in the turbulent air of the Corrupted Region.
Azrael and Bianca exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions unchanged in the face of the prince's threat. It was as if the words had little effect on them, merely a feeble echo in the tumultuous backdrop of chaos.
Internally, they shared a silent, almost amused, laughter at the absurdity of the situation. The prince's threats felt inconsequential against the backdrop of their own power and the newfound turmoil he had unwittingly invited.
With an air of indifference, they continued to ignore the prince's words, focusing instead on the aftermath of their music's haunting resonance as the once-proud army of cultivators unraveled into discord and disarray.
In response to the prince's warning, Bianca's voice rang out with a chilling certainty, her words cutting through the chaos, and sending shockwaves through all who heard her.
"Even if the entire kingdom were to stand against me," she declared, her tone unwavering, "I would trample them underfoot and make them disappear."
The weight of her proclamation hung heavily in the air, leaving everyone, including the wise elder, in stunned disbelief. The Corrupted Region had become a stage for a confrontation that transcended the boundaries of power and arrogance, and the consequences of their encounter remained shrouded in uncertainty.
The prince stood in stupefied disbelief, his earlier arrogance shattered by the grim reality that unfolded before him. His once-mighty army, a force of nearly 2000 cultivators that included 20 Qi Core Stage cultivators, the captains, and one on the cusp of entering the Profound Sovereign stage, had vanished. In their place lay nothing but lifeless bodies, the aftermath of a single technique conjured by the woman before him.
As he surveyed the wreckage of what was once his imposing force, the prince couldn't deny the undeniable truth. The power of the woman who had single-handedly obliterated his army surpassed his wildest expectations. Her words, which had initially sounded audacious, had now taken on a chilling reality that he could no longer deny. The Corrupted Region had become the backdrop for a startling display of strength, and the prince had been forced to confront the harsh consequences of his reckless actions.
Azrael couldn't help but quirk a wry smile at Bianca's display of power, a mixture of admiration and amusement in his eyes. He gently teased, "Honey, aren't you overacting a bit?"
Bianca, with a mischievous glint in her eye, responded with a warm yet firm tone, "There's no such thing as overacting or overdoing when it involves you, my darkling. Besides, you're no different. Remember when you summoned a literal gate of death when some braindead dared to snatch me from your side?"
Their exchange carried a playful camaraderie that had been forged through countless trials and shared experiences, and it served as a testament to the strength of their bond. The Corrupted Region had indeed become a canvas for their power, where their actions spoke louder than words, and their unwavering commitment to each other was demonstrated with each passing moment.