NOVPUBThe battle raged fiercely. In midair, numerous figures manoeuvred wildly, their colorful aura lights intertwining and weaving through each other.
Besides a few Cloud River Level 9 cultivators, none of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators were a match for Lu Ye.
Whether they were Level 7 or Level 8, once he found an opportunity, one slash of his saber would either kill or injure them. Even those few Cloud River Level 9 cultivators couldn't withstand his berserk and indescribable slashing, all of them in total disarray.
The number of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators continued to decrease.
However, looking at Lu Ye, although his appearance was miserable, his morale seemed to grow stronger with the battle, as if there was no end in sight.
The shouting of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators rose and fell, cheering themselves on while simultaneously inspiring others, but they couldn't avoid their inevitable fate of death, one by one.
Everyone was astounded.
A huge question inevitably arose in their hearts.
This Lu Yiye... why won't he die?
What is it that allows him not to die?
Up to now, many Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators had inflicted at least a hundred wounds on him. Normally, he should have lost his fighting capability, but how could he become even fiercer as the battle progressed?
Once again, after an intense clash, Lu Ye stood alone in midair.
Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators surrounded him from all sides.
Lu Ye didn't strike again, and those from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge didn't dare move recklessly. Both sides, highly cautious, were channeling their spirit force secretly, creating a tense situation.
Scanning the faces before him, Lu Ye casually twirled his Boulder Mountain Saber, then grabbed the tattered remains of his upper garment and tore it off violently.
What was almost reduced to strips of cloth and stained with blood, his upper garment was torn away, revealing Lu Ye's upright and muscular upper body.
His upper body was dyed red with fresh blood, and under the blazing sun, it appeared as though he was adorning a crimson armor.
But at this moment, the gaze of every Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator turned to one of shock, finally understanding why Lu Ye kept on surviving.
Because across his body were numerous wounds large and small, but not a single one was bleeding. Some of the wounds even seemed to be healing.
What kind of recovery ability was this?
And how frighteningly tough was this physique?
Before this, everyone thought that after enduring so many injuries, Lu Ye must be on his last legs, but only upon seeing the true nature of his injuries did they realize that everything previously was just their wishful thinking.
In their perception, Lu Ye's vitality was like a fireball burning fiercely, robust and terrifying.
The immense vitality naturally made his physique stronger and also enhanced his healing abilities.
Before his journey in the Soaring Dragon World, Lu Ye's physique could match those of the same level of physique cultivators. The journey in the Soaring Dragon World let him obtain the Soaring Dragon World's ultimate Origin, and amidst coming back to life, his vitality was vast as the sea.
This was also the reason Hua Ci perceived his vitality could almost compare to that of Shui Yuan when Lu Ye burst forth from the Soaring Dragon World.
The benefits of vast vitality were not limited to just strong recovery abilities.
It could also make his physique stronger. While it wouldn't reach the levels of the Divine Sea Realm, Cloud River Realm cultivators would already find it difficult to inflict any real harm on him.
This was the confidence that allowed him to bravely face over two hundred Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators alone.
To the people of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, he might have seemed to be at the end of his strength, but in reality to Lu Ye, the injuries he suffered were mere superficial wounds, despite looking grievous.
Even those superficial wounds were healing rapidly under his immense vitality.
Xia Liang's sense was not wrong.
Compared to before entering the secret realm of the Soaring Dragon World, Lu Ye had indeed undergone a metamorphosis!
And in this moment, seeing the real condition of Lu Ye's wounds, all the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators who still harbored hopes felt a chilling despair.
They had struggled for so long, sacrificing so many lives, only to inflict some superficial wounds on their enemy?
What a ludicrous and tragic sight it was!
Frustration, anger, and stifled feelings surged in their hearts, causing many to lose the desire to continue opposing Lu Ye.
Such an enemy was no longer something they, the Cloud River cultivators, could handle!
This was simply a monster!
In the group of cultivators, there had never been a shortage of the daring. Previously, despite heavy losses, they still continued to fight Lu Ye relentlessly. Now that they faced the reality and recognized that their enemy was invincible, some naturally made the right choice.
"Run!"
A low shout was issued, and the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator who spoke immediately turned into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance.
To fight against the invincible was not courage, but foolishness.
In the cultivation world, where talent abounds, no one can claim to be invincible. Retreating when defeated is not shameful; preserving one's life is what counts.
When one took action, others immediately followed, and within moments, more than ten cultivators surrounding Lu Ye had fled.
In the next instant, even more chose to flee, causing the tight encirclement to immediately show gaps.
Unity is an atmosphere; once it's disrupted at such a critical moment, it's impossible to maintain.
More and more began to flee.
Lu Ye frowned.
He hadn't expected that merely taking off his shirt would lead to such a situation.
In the midst of the battle, his shirt had been torn into strips, and continuing to wear it hindered his performance, so removing it was naturally more convenient.
But it had led to this outcome.
However, he soon understood why.
He did not pursue the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators who fled in every direction because there was no need. Among this group, he only needed to kill four.
Two of them were already dead, leaving only two left!
He turned his head and immediately fixed his gaze on Tan Sheng beside him.
The moment their eyes met, a chilling murderous intent erupted, causing Tan Sheng's heartbeat to slow down. Without a moment's hesitation, he swiftly retreated and loudly yelled, "Run!"
His shout was clearly directed at Xia Liang.
The fact that he had caught Lu Ye's attention, along with Lu Ye's demonstrated abilities, made him feel that his chances of survival were slim.
Even if Xia Liang was willing to stay and help him, neither of them was a match for Lu Ye at this moment. In such a case, it was better to save whoever could be saved!
He would try his best to delay Lu Ye to give Xia Liang a chance to live!
With this thought in mind, a cloud of blood mist burst from his body as he fled backward at the fastest speed in his life. However, what he saw was that Lu Yiye, with the fiery red wings on his back, merely flapped them gently and pursued him even faster.
Their distance rapidly closed.
He couldn't escape as expected!
Tan Sheng felt a dismal chill in his heart. In this moment between life and death, he was unusually calm. He desperately mobilized his spirit force, burning his blood Qi, just to increase his speed even slightly and delay Lu Ye a bit longer.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
The distance between them was now within ten yards.
The figure of Tan Sheng fleeing backward suddenly stopped, then, in a way difficult to comprehend, shifted from extreme stillness to extreme motion, ferociously lunging at Lu Ye with his spear thrusting forward.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant, and Tan Sheng suddenly had various realizations. This spear thrust, fueled by all his strength, astonishingly surpassed his own limits.
In moments of life and death, there was great terror but also great opportunity.
The spear thrust, driven by a determination to die with his opponent, unexpectedly allowed Tan Sheng to gain insight into the secret essence of the Great Holy Dragon Spear, the hidden technique of his school.
So he had been practicing it wrong all along!
In the instant of Tan Sheng's transformation, Lu Ye faintly noticed, and when the spear thrust at him, Lu Ye involuntarily felt a trace of danger.
In a daze, what he saw was not the spear thrusting at him but a large dragon swaying its head and tail.
With its huge mouth open, as though to swallow him whole.
The Spear Intent!
This spear thrust by Tan Sheng undoubtedly touched the realm of intent. If he survived this encounter, his strength would surely leap forward tremendously, aspiring him to be among the strongest in the Cloud River Realm.
Tan Sheng and Xia Liang had been inseparable these days, and both of their cultivations were at Cloud River Level 9. However, compared to Xia Liang, Lu Ye had always felt a greater threat from Xia Liang, and Tan Sheng had always been slightly inferior.
Now, it was clear, one should never underestimate anyone; perhaps those who seemed inferior might surpass others with a sudden realization.
Facing this formidable spear thrust, Lu Ye quickly raised his saber, thrusting it directly forward.
Tan Sheng was still immersed in his numerous insights, fully engaged in his spear thrust. Suddenly, the scene before him changed.
Even though the sun was shining brightly overhead, he seemed to see the myriad stars twinkling unpredictably, and then those twinkling stars, along with the sky, cascaded down.
Myriad Stars fell, submerging the dragon's figure, no matter how much the dragon struggled and roared, it was helpless.
All the sceneries shattered as if they were illusions.
Tan Sheng was suspended in mid-air, holding his spear, gasping heavily, quietly watching Lu Ye before him.
Looking downward, he saw his spear stabbed into Lu Ye's waist and abdomen, but it had penetrated only three inches deep and had not completely pierced through him.
This physique of Lu Yiye's... truly enviable!
"What kind of saber skill is this?" Tan Sheng asked.
"Myriad Stars."
As Lu Ye answered, he raised his hand and pulled the spear that had penetrated his body, spurting out a burst of fresh blood, but soon, the wound began to heal, and no more blood flowed out.
"True to its name, indeed formidable!" Tan Sheng praised unreservedly, then switched his tone and added, "My school's Great Holy Dragon Spear cannot compare to your Myriad Stars. It's a failure of my cultivation, skill inferior to yours!"
After saying this, his head suddenly drooped. The vital aura locking his body dissipated, and his body, like a balloon punctured with numerous holes, streamed jets of blood that plummeted towards the ground below.
Tan Sheng, dead!
Even in the face of death, he earnestly upheld the prestige of his school's secret technique.
Lu Ye could understand somewhat, but since they were on opposing sides, and the other party had troubled him multiple times before, he naturally did not show mercy.
