After Hua Ci and Cao Huahong divided up the blessings on the Feng Clan's Heaven's Mystery Pillar, several hundred cultivators began withdrawing in an orderly fashion. As before, Lu Ye alone stayed behind to cover the rear, casting Fire Dragon Techniques one after another and using the violent surges of Spiritual Power to draw the Insect Race's attention.
Before long, the place where he stood was surrounded so tightly not even water could seep through.
Without the Flying Wing Thorn Tattoo, he would never have dared do this. Before cultivators could achieve Airborne Flight, being surrounded by a Bug Tide of this scale left even the strongest with little room to display their abilities. Sooner or later, death was inevitable.
But Flying Wing changed everything. If he could not win, he could fly away. Thanks to Madam Yun, thanks to the Sect Master—this Tattoo Pattern had helped him immensely.
Only after the several hundred Crimson Blood Sect cultivators had withdrawn to a safe distance did Lu Ye shoot into the sky, transforming into a streak of red light and swiftly vanishing.
The Insect Race pursued him for a while, then gradually stopped after losing their target and began acting on instinct.
To the north, Heavenly Fiend Hall's camp had been breached, and countless cultivators had been killed or wounded. They had been crippled.
To the east, the Feng Clan's camp had been breached again. Though not many had died, their losses were far from small.
It could be said that Crimson Blood Sect's two neighbors had been thoroughly ravaged.
For the time being, Lu Ye did not intend to lure the Bug Tide anywhere else. The Crimson Blood Sect cultivators had rushed about and fought battle after battle; they were all exhausted and needed time to catch their breath.
Besides,