Sprays of fresh blood splattered, and with streams of light whirling around, screams rang out without end.
Wherever Lu Ye passed, there was a storm of blood and gore; severed limbs and chunks of flesh flew everywhere. Behind him, because of the deaths of the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators, pinpoints of red fluorescence flew out, chasing after his figure like stars pursuing the moon.
By the time Lu Ye had smashed through the formation of the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators as easily as breaking dry weeds and rotten wood, the red fluorescence chasing him from behind had already reached as many as thirty points.
Each point of fluorescence represented the fall of a cultivator. Thirty points meant thirty people...
And even more had been wounded.
The fluorescent lights fell one after another into Lu Ye's Battlefield Mark and vanished.
In the sky, the corpses of the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators dropped downward like dumplings into a pot, falling into the emerald Poison Barrier below.
The losses were not small, but compared to the number of Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators, they did not amount to much.
The sound of swords rang out. Those Sword Cultivators had come killing back.
One Flying Sword after another, blooming with dazzling sword light, pierced through the sky. Compared to the artifacts controlled by cultivators of other schools, they were more agile and more deadly; before they even drew near, they brought Lu Ye an immense sense of danger.
The speed of Flying Swords was not something the speed of cultivators flying by Artifact Flight could compare with. Almost the instant the sword lights surged, Flying Swords were already killing their way close.
Lu Ye's figure suddenly plunged downward, falling straight into the boundless Poison Barrier and disappearing without a trace.
Sword lights pursued him one