Pursue the Victory

Half an hour later.

The battle was completely over. Of the remaining several hundred Blood Race experts, at least two-thirds had died under Lu Chuan's blade.

The final third had also been utterly crushed by Wang Tiejun leading the Human Race army.

Inside and outside the base, all was deathly still.

Only the blood and corpses strewn across the ground proclaimed that an earth-shaking battle had just taken place here.

At the city gate.

Lu Chuan stood with his blade withdrawn. With a thought, his Spiritual Power surged out like a tide.

In an instant, streaks of flowing light rose into the air, like Myriad Rivers Return to the Sea, flying straight towards Lu Chuan before being taken into his Green-skinned Gourd.

Cleaning the battlefield, harvesting the spoils.

Using Spiritual Power really was the most satisfying way to do it. A person did not even have to move; one sweep of Spiritual Power and it was done.

Of course, the prerequisite was that your Spiritual Power had to be strong enough.

When everyone saw this scene, they were secretly shocked, but no one expressed any dissatisfaction.

What a joke.

If not for Lu Chuan, the entire Human Race army on Bata Star would probably have been wiped out.

Lu Chuan's appearance had not only helped them win this war, it was also equivalent to saving their lives.

Now he was merely taking some spoils of war. It was nothing.

A dozen minutes later.

Surrounded by a group of people, Wang Tiejun walked toward Lu Chuan.

"Many thanks to this young hero for taking action. May I ask your honored name?"

Wang Tiejun cupped his hands toward Lu Chuan, his expression solemn.

"Lu Chuan, of Xuanhuang Hall's Wuji Institute..."

Lu Chuan announced his name, but his gaze swept calmly over Wang