Within the Mirage Realm, Lu Ye held the Crag Mountain Saber, drenched in blood from head to toe. The last monster fell beneath his blade. The ground was littered with emerald-green blood, severed limbs, and entrails. After several days of effort, he had finally slain all nine monsters that had appeared at once!
Though his injuries were severe enough to leave him dizzy and seeing stars, he did not lower his guard. He had no idea whether ten monsters might suddenly leap out next. If that happened, he could only stretch out his neck and wait for death.
The mist ahead churned and surged as a figure stepped out from within it.
Lu Ye fixed his gaze on it, astonishment in his eyes. He had not expected the Mirage Realm to contain not only all kinds of strangely shaped insect monsters, but people as well!
Calling it a person was not quite accurate, however. The newcomer was entirely shrouded in mist, its features impossible to make out, even its gender indistinguishable.
This was clearly not a real person, but one of the Mirage Realm's own mysteries.
While Lu Ye was still studying it, the mist-wrapped figure raised a hand and pointed. A streak of light shot toward him—it was the might of a controlled artifact!
This fellow was astonishingly a Tier Seven cultivator.
A short while later, Lu Ye opened his eyes in the Cultivation Room, his face pale. His head throbbed as though pierced by needles again. Though exhausted beyond measure, his expression was brimming with excitement.
After he had fought through the nine stages of insect monsters, a cultivator had actually appeared. He had not expected that, but it was exactly what he wanted to see.
Killing those insect monsters could indeed temper his combat techniques, but in