Lu Ye continually swallowed Spiritual Pills, refining them into his own Spiritual Power before pouring it into the Spiritual Pattern on his back. His aura gradually became violent and berserk.
Even the Tier Nine cultivators surrounding him sensed a trace of danger.
At this moment, Lu Ye felt like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
"Is he going to self-destruct?" someone asked in alarm. Surrounded by so many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators, let alone a Tier Three cultivator like Lu Ye, even a true Tier Nine cultivator would be unable to escape. Rather than be slain, he might as well end his own life.
Ordinary cultivators naturally had no means of self-destruction, but Lu Yiye was a Spirit Pattern Master. Who knew what strange and bizarre abilities he possessed?
Indeed, quite a few people shared this suspicion. Lu Ye's current state was simply far too abnormal.
But if he truly intended to self-destruct, he could have done so long ago. Why keep holding back?
"He's building up power!" someone cried out. "He wants to drag people down with him!"
That statement jolted everyone awake. The many Tier Nine cultivators all stiffened, while the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators surrounding them showed fear and retreated in unison.
The more dangerous Lu Ye's aura became, the more powerful his self-destruction would be. He had been gathering power without acting, clearly intending to push its might to the limit. With so many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators present, he would certainly be able to drag some of them into the grave with him.
"Wishful thinking!"
As Wei Que spoke, he rushed before Lu Ye in a few strides and kicked him away, sending Lu Ye flying. Then he shouted, "Knock him up into the air!"
As soon as his words fell, the eyes