In such a fierce slaughter, the flames of life of cultivators from both sides were being snuffed out at every moment, Dao Bones scattering everywhere, with no one to collect them.
Zi Ying's arrangement could be called near perfect; after all, going to such lengths just to receive the isolated force led back by Yan Hong wasn't actually that hard.
Just as they were about to break through the enemy's line, Lu Ye suddenly felt a stir in his heart and turned his head to look to the side.
In that direction, a blood mist exploded; one of the human race cultivators returning with them was reduced to nothing, not even bones left, in an instant.
Within the blood mist, a Blood Race figure flashed, directly appearing in front of him, reaching out with one hand to grab him. On those fingers, the sharp nails gleamed with a chilling cold light.
Lu Ye raised his fist and smashed it out.
