Inside the grand hall, Ma Shangsi was still driving a Blood Technique, sealing off inside and outside so that no other Blood Race would notice anything unusual.
Although there were Blood Race guards stationed outside who had sensed some abnormalities within the hall, without Ling Ze's summons, none of them dared to enter rashly.
Amid the dense bloody radiance, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, unmoving.
Only after half a day passed did he slowly open his eyes, a faint fatigue lurking in his gaze.
The plan to pry into Ling Ze's memories using a trace of telepathy had failed, but Ling Ze's move to send his psyche out of his body and charge into Lu Ye's Divine Sea for a life-or-death struggle had instead given him another opportunity.
Ling Ze's psyche had shattered, and many of those fragments were devoured and absorbed by the seven-color Divine Lotus, allowing him to obtain some of Ling Ze's memories.
Incomplete, very fragmented, but it should be enough.
