When Tang Wu and Han Zheyue, those old enemies, were locked in battle, one hidden Tier Eight and Tier Nine cultivator after another revealed themselves.
Lu Ye had no idea so many powerful cultivators had been lurking nearby!
Whenever a Tier Eight or Tier Nine cultivator from Myriad Demon Ridge leaped out, a cultivator from the Vast Sky Alliance would always step forward to meet them in battle.
He pressed onward, while one battle after another sprang up behind him. Within those clashes, cultivators from the two great camps traded blows, fighting furiously without end.
These people had all rushed over from the Inner Circle. Perhaps they had once been old rivals, perhaps they had never met before, but because their camps stood opposed and their positions differed, they instinctively regarded one another as mortal enemies.
This was a feast belonging to the strong.
Within the Spirit Stream Battlefield, though the two camps were natural enemies who attacked one another and saw battles large and small break out every day, ever since that behemoth had fallen, there had not been such a chaotic battle sweeping across the entire battlefield for many years.
The words Crimson Blood Sect had deeply stung the nerves of the older generation of Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators. They could not casually enter the Spirit Stream Battlefield themselves, so they had issued death orders to their disciples.
No matter what, that Crimson Blood Sect disciple named Lu Yiye had to die!
No matter what, the Crimson Blood Sect had to be struck from the rolls two months from now!
Added to that were the generous rewards offered by the major Myriad Demon Ridge sects. Countless Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators were rushing toward Lu Ye. As long as they could kill him, they would gain cultivation resources they