Firefighter on the Battlefield

A handful of pills entered his mouth, and Lu Chuan's condition immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lu Chuan could not help but exhale a mouthful of turbid air, sighing endlessly in his heart.

That slash just now counted as his strongest slash.

In the future, unless it was necessary, it would be best to use it less. The consumption was truly a little too great. It was only because he had the support of many Entries, along with his own deep foundation, that he could withstand it.

If it had been anyone else, they would have been sucked dry into a human husk long ago.

However, everything was worth it.

With one slash, he had killed over a hundred Asura Race King-Level Experts. Among them, there was more than one King-class Eighth Stage alone, and especially the person presiding over the formation, who had even reached the peak of King-class Eighth Stage.

Such an expert, placed among the Asura Race, was absolutely a top-tier elite.

Even the death of one would be enough to make their flesh ache.

"Come here..."

After stabilizing his condition, Lu Chuan paid no attention at all to the shocked gazes all around him. He raised his hand and beckoned, and a terrifying devouring force immediately erupted, forcibly sucking that Blood Fiend Underworld Banner over.

The Divine Treasury inside his body bloomed with dazzling divine radiance, and rolling power surged at once, forcibly sealing this great banner. Then, with a casual motion, he stored it inside the Boundless Gourd.

Then, in a flash, Lu Chuan had already descended from the sky.

Clang...

The Epoch Blade in his hand suddenly slashed out again, immediately raising a heaven-shocking Blade Qi storm that cleaved straight towards an Asura Race army on the opposite side.