Like a dying fish, Lu Ye gasped for breath amid the scorched earth, coughing from time to time.
Only after quite a while did he finally recover a little strength.
As his gaze shifted, he saw the angry yet wary faces of the Tier Nine cultivators surrounding him.
"Lu Yiye, you truly deserve to die!"
Wei Que's voice rang out, gritted with hatred.
Following the voice, Lu Ye looked over and saw that Wei Que was in quite a sorry state. Even his hair seemed to have been singed by the fire, making him look utterly ridiculous.
Wei Que had been unlucky as well. Swept up by the aftermath of the Fire Phoenix Spiritual Pattern, he had not been injured, but the fright had been all too real. He secretly rejoiced that he had not been in the Fire Phoenix's path; otherwise, even if he had not died, he would have been severely wounded.
Lu Ye coughed violently several more times, then forced himself to sit cross-legged. Blood seeping from his body pooled beneath him in a vivid crimson patch.
Looking calmly at Wei Que, Lu Ye said, "You really want to kill me?"
Wei Que snorted. "Do you think you can still live?"
Lu Ye said nothing.
Wei Que continued, "There seem to be some powerful figures from the Vast Sky Alliance lying in wait nearby, wanting to save you. But with things as they are, do they dare come over? You're dead for certain. Stop clinging to illusions."
"Is that so?"
Lu Ye lowered his head. The long hair over his brow cast a shadow beneath the sunlight, obscuring his eyes.
He raised a hand and tapped his Battlefield Mark, sending a message to Li Baxian. "Fourth Senior Brother, there's no need to save me. I'll take my