At the deepest point of the Mine Cave, Lu Ye sat alone. Near the Mine Cave's entrance, the many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators who had poured in formed an arc, continuously attacking as they advanced layer by layer.
Spiritual Power churned chaotically throughout the vast Mine Cave.
Song Zhui did not attack again. With so many people gathered here, there was no need for him to act personally.
He had been secretly observing Lu Ye's reaction. What puzzled him was that even when faced with such a desperate situation, Lu Ye's expression remained as still as water, without the slightest trace of panic.
His heart skipped a beat. Could Lu Yiye have truly set up a Teleportation Array in advance? Otherwise, how could he be so calm? Or had he realized there was no escape and lost all will to resist?
But if the other side had set up a Teleportation Array beforehand, he should have fled by now. Why remain behind and risk his life?
After silently estimating his side's efficiency, Song Zhui concluded that they would advance fifty zhang in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Once they reached that distance, even if his cultivators only used long-range methods, they would be enough to doom Lu Ye beyond redemption. Lu Ye might have set up a protective Formation, but how long could it hold?
As countless thoughts turned through Song Zhui's mind, Lu Ye, who had been sitting motionless all this time, suddenly rose slowly to his feet. His long saber was planted before him as he looked toward Song Zhui from afar.
Their eyes met, and Song Zhui saw a smile curl onto Lu Ye's lips. Then Lu Ye's calm voice rang out. "Quite a few of you came. Good!"
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