Just as the Heaven Nine cultivator's words fell, Lu Ye wheeled around and charged in again.
The same scene as before unfolded. The attacks of dozens of people could not do anything to him at all. Most Controlled Artifacts and spells were dodged, and the few that struck him were blocked by the Defense Spirit Pattern, leaving him without a scratch.
His figure, wrapped in scorching Spiritual Power, pierced through the formation once more, and several more people died beneath his blade or under his Controlled Artifacts.
In midair, Lu Ye halted and lowered his head to look at his Spirit Boat.
Just now, there had been one attack he had nearly failed to dodge. It had scraped a dent into the Spirit Boat, but fortunately it had not affected the Spirit Boat's overall performance.
The defensive power of this sort of small flying artifact was never much. If it was struck by too many attacks in a short time, it definitely would not hold out. In a situation like this, if Lu Ye did not have a flying artifact, then he basically could only wait for death.
The Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators opposite him had clearly noticed this as well. After a bout of whispered discussion, they decided that as soon as Lu Ye drew close again, they would greet his flying artifact instead. If they really could destroy Lu Ye's flying artifact, that would be a great merit.
Just as they were thinking this, Lu Ye raised his hand and pointed. Across a distance of several dozen zhang, scorching Spiritual Power gathered into the figure of a Fire Phoenix, which beat its wings and pounced toward them.
Dozens of cultivators hurriedly joined forces to block it! Yet they had only just stopped one Fire Phoenix spell when a