Staring at the pale red soil of the small island, Lin Hui was suddenly struck by a strange sense of unreality.
He had no real sensation of having just casually slaughtered hundreds of thousands of aliens. For him, swinging his sword had long since become muscle memory.
He had simply swung his blade as he always did, unleashing the Typhoon Swordsmanship, and watched as its terrifying power devoured and tore apart the lives of hundreds of thousands of aliens.
It was like playing a long-range shooting game.
Utterly detached.
But now, as he stood on this small island soaked in blood and gore, he finally felt the true consequences of his actions.
'There is no Pulse of Life. Does that mean... I didn't save any lives at all this time?' Lin Hui wondered.
Perhaps this meant the intelligence Black Cloud had given him was faulty. These aliens hadn't been harming many other living beings here, so killing them didn't generate any Pulse of Life.
Because no lives had been saved.
