"Yes."
Xu Yue hesitated for a moment before nodding, "That breath is the testament of killing deities, one that never fades, but it does fade gradually over time or with reincarnation."
"Both you and Tuberculosis Rabbit have a strong scent of it. The deities that died by your hands are at least more than three."
"As for Yi..."
She didn't continue.
The aura on Chen Yi was so intense that it terrified her. She couldn't quantify it, only knowing it was too dense to ignore. Perhaps it was for this reason that Santa Claus decided to build a good relationship in advance and sent his smartest little reindeer as a pet to Chen Yi.
How could such a person not catch one's attention?
If she had to use a quantifier, at least nearly a hundred...
Yes, nearly a hundred.
If it were a single deity, the word "honorable" might be used to express respect and preciousness, but for a hundred deities, it feels more appropriate to use the word "heads."
