The Blood Sea surged and occasionally boiled, with fierce waves of battle crashing within, and occasional cries of surprise.
For hundreds of thousands of miles in all directions, there wasn't a soul in sight.
In a confrontation between Dao Fusion cultivators, who among the Path Entry would dare to linger and not evade?
After half a tea's time, the Blood Sea gradually subsided. Lu Ye's face was indifferent as he put away the Boulder Mountain Saber. A huge wound marked his body, with blood flowing from it.
The strength of that Zhongpu was formidable, so even though he had joined forces with a human race Dao Fusion and used a Blood Race secret technique, he still paid a price to slay the opponent.
Not only was he injured, but that human race Dao Fusion was also wounded, though not seriously.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, you..." The human race Dao Fusion looked at Lu Ye with a complex expression, truly unable to fathom what was happening.
