Looking back now, when Lu Ye had been at the Spirit Stream Fifth Layer and his identity was exposed, how wise had it been for countless Vast Sky Alliance sects to relay him safely all the way? Without what they had done back then, Lu Ye would have died long ago. How could the Vast Sky Alliance possess such soaring morale today?
It could be said that every sip and every peck had its Fixed Number. Looking back now, what Lu Ye was doing seemed like repaying the kindness shown to him back then.
As the many powerhouses of the Vast Sky Alliance sighed with emotion, the major sects within the Myriad Demon Ridge camp were shrouded in gloom, riddled with worry.
Looking across the entire Spirit Stream Battlefield, if the forces of the two camps were connected together, they resembled two great dragons locked in a death struggle on a chessboard. In the past, those two dragons had traded victories, evenly matched, neither able to do anything to the other.
Yet now, in one region of the Inner Circle, the Dragon Spine of the great dragon belonging to the Myriad Demon Ridge had been broken.
Those Camps that had been breached were the broken bones. There were not only Fifth Rank and Sixth Rank sects among them; even quite a few Fourth Rank Sects near the Core Region had fallen. The Myriad Demon Ridge side saw it with their eyes and felt the pain in their hearts.
Those breached sects had indeed suffered few casualties. The moment they saw the Vast Sky Alliance army approaching, they had withdrawn early, not daring to confront it head-on. Yet the blessings upon Heaven's Mystery Pillars were gone, and those were the fruits accumulated through generations of painstaking effort.
What angered them even