Only when his consciousness was blurring did the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivator realize that Lu Ye was already at Heaven Eight cultivation.
They were both Heaven Eight cultivators, yet he had not even been able to take a single slash from the other party.
How was his saber so sharp? The might of that slash had actually been enough that even a Mid-grade Golden Body Talisman could not withstand it... He could not understand it!
Blood gushed from his neck, and his head flew off. The headless corpse swayed as it fell downward. A streak of light swept out from the Weapon Casket at Lu Ye's waist, wound lightly around the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivator's waist, and when it returned, it brought back a Storage Bag.
Killing, seizing treasure—all in one breath.
More figures swept in from every direction, and at the same time came waves of shouts.
"Lu Yiye has come out!"
"Lu Yiye is here!"
Hovering in midair, Lu Ye's eyelids lowered slightly. Holding the Crag Mountain Saber, its tip slanting toward the ground, he looked at the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators swiftly closing in ahead of him. With a light tap of his foot, Spiritual Power surged, and he transformed into a streak of light charging forward.
When he had fought his way into the Myriad Poison Forest before, he had been at Heaven Seven cultivation. Now his cultivation had climbed another level, and his strength had greatly increased. He also very much wanted to see whether, by his power alone, he could carve his way out of the encirclement!
After being blocked here for more than two months by so many people from Myriad Demon Ridge, Lu Ye naturally had to return the favor a little.
It did not matter if he could not kill his