Beneath a blood-red sky,
Jocelyn Grant, clad in black, was shrouded in a bloody mist, looking utterly dangerous. When she spoke, her voice echoed throughout the entire Cultivation World.
"All who oppose me deserve to die."
As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Celeste and Javier Sinclair. She raised a hand slightly, pointing at them. "You… and you." Then her eyes swept over the other Cultivators in the Cultivation World. "And all of you, as well as this entire Cultivation World, should not exist." Her final words were loud and outrageously arrogant.
She did not like the world as it was now. Not one bit.
At that moment, Jocelyn Grant's figure hovered in the air.
Her nihilistic, arrogant expression was seen by all the powers of both the Immortal and Demonic Paths.
Everyone in the Cultivation World could also sense the terrifying, world-ending power emanating from her. This power was incredibly dangerous; if unleashed, it would be utterly devastating to the Cultivation World.
