Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan's attack drew everyone's attention. This Spell Cultivator had never guarded against someone sneaking up behind him. By the time Lu Ye suddenly struck and he noticed, it was already too late.
His body had barely risen into the air before it crashed heavily back down. The searing pain in his back nearly stole his breath. When he looked up, saber light filled the sky and came slashing down.
He hurriedly summoned a Spiritual Power barrier to protect himself, but it lasted only three breaths before shattering beneath the repeated saber light.
Interweaving saber light fell upon him. A rapid thud-thud-thud rang out as the Spell Cultivator's body convulsed wildly. In that instant, he suffered who knew how many slashes, and his protective Spiritual Power utterly collapsed.
Then his body suddenly felt light. His vision spun upside down, and his consciousness swiftly blurred.
Having dealt with that Spell Cultivator, Lu Ye lunged straight toward the other battlefield. By now, Feng Yuechan was unleashing spell after spell, tangling up the Body Cultivator and leaving him nowhere to flee, while Li Baxian's Flying Swords rampaged about, pinning the other two badly wounded cultivators in place.
Seeing Lu Ye charge over, the sky-full of sword light abruptly drew back, then swept in unison toward the Body Cultivator.
The two severely wounded cultivators had not even had time to catch their breath before Lu Ye pounced before them. His saber rose and fell, chopping them down as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
Under normal circumstances, one of these two was Tier Five and the other Tier Four. Against Lu Ye, it was still uncertain who would emerge alive. But they had been ambushed by Li Baxian, a Sword Cultivator, and were grievously injured. They had survived only because Li