In this heaven-toppling upheaval, who still cared where Wang Yu was?
The only thought was to stay alive!
Among more than ten thousand cultivators, there were only thirty-odd Core Formation Cultivators, and they were split among numerous factions at that. With just this force facing the four Nascent Soul Medicine Kings, plus hundreds upon thousands of Third Tier Blood Corpse Giants...
Even describing it as eggs striking stones was somewhat unfitting. This was tofu slamming into alloy, collapsing at the first touch.
Wang Yu finally got what he wanted.
He hid in midair and did his best to dodge farther away.
The cultivators were indeed fleeing in rout, but the gap in the number of strong individuals was far too great. Correspondingly, the vast majority of them had been encircled, and only Core Formation Cultivators possessed the ability to break out.
In the blood-mist environment, Divine Sense was obstructed extremely badly.
Directions were hard to distinguish.
And the Heavenly Soul Sect Ruins had replaced the original location of Yin Ghost Mountain. Calling it a change of heaven and earth would not have been excessive; this was the mountain gate of an ancient overlord.
The area was vast to that side, and everywhere were incomplete Formations and restrictions. If cultivators flew high, they would be targeted by Blood Corpse Giants; if they flew low, they would be attacked by Blood Mist Beasts and blood corpses.
They might even trigger Remnant Formations and remnant restrictions.
The moment the two sides made contact, the cultivators suffered disastrous casualties. Their manner of death was even more gruesome: their blood was drained dry, and their dried corpses staggered back to their feet, becoming blood corpses. The more they fought, the more there were.
Shrill screams were everywhere, and the power of the blood demon was