The Four-Colored Cloud in the sky had already vanished, and the struggle over the spirit signs had reached its end. The cultivators who had seized Purple Spirit Signs had long since fled for their lives. As for whether they could keep the spirit signs they had obtained, that would depend on whether they were fast enough and strong enough.
If they were not fast enough or strong enough, even if they had snatched a Purple Spirit Sign at the first opportunity, they would only end up weaving wedding clothes for someone else.
The competition had already been this fierce over mere purple spirit signs. If golden spirit signs appeared, the cultivators would probably beat human brains into dog brains.
The cultivators who had gained something scattered away in delight, while those who had gained nothing looked rather dejected.
"Little brother..." the bewitching woman suddenly spoke again.
Lu Ye paid her no mind at all, turned, and left.
"Stingy ghost!" the female cultivator snorted, her expression gloomy. But compared with those cultivators who had come away without a single grain, her luck was still fairly good. At the very least, she had obtained a white spirit sign.
The wilderness was vast and empty. Lu Ye sped along the whole way.
The Cloud River Battlefield truly was different from the Spirit Stream Battlefield. Just from what had happened earlier, one could see that, so long as neither side's faction had been exposed, hostile and cooperative relationships could change at any time. It was nothing more than a matter of profit.
This was something that could never happen on the Spirit Stream Battlefield. On the Spirit Stream Battlefield, cultivators of Myriad Demon Ridge and the Vast Sky Alliance would never have any chance to cooperate, because cultivators' cultivation levels were low and their