Essence

Xiaoman easily stabbed the long sword in her hand through another ghost soldier.

She watched as this monster burned into ashes in front of her.

Once again, a bit of soul fire returned.

Xiaoman felt that there seemed to be a slight change in her body.

She walked to the side of the stream and looked at the reflection of the shadow in the clear water.

The graceful girl was eighteen years old, young and graceful.

However, in the stream, the girl's eyes were no longer as big and beautiful as before.

In her pupils, another faintly discernible flame was rotating.

The flame had no color.

It seemed to be born from nowhere.

Countless lingering thoughts and embers lingered in her ears.

"E-Eat meat..."

"I'm hungry... I want fresh meat..."

"Eat... eat..."

These were the thoughts of the Asura.

There were no embers that were burned by the soul fire.