"Can Junior Brother take charge of refining those Formation Plates?" Feng Wujiang asked.
"No problem. I had intended to do so anyway."
"Good. I'll have someone deliver all the necessary materials to you later." Feng Wujiang was delighted. He had just watched Lu Ye refine a Formation Plate with effortless ease, barely expending any effort before completing one. At that rate, he could refine at least two hundred in a day, so there was enough time.
Feng Wujiang led Lu Ye in another direction. Before long, they arrived at a cave entrance at the foot of the Sacred Mountain. Several cultivators stood guard there, and upon seeing Feng Wujiang, they all saluted. "Sacred Lord!"
Feng Wujiang nodded and led Lu Ye inside.
At first, the passage ran straight ahead, then spiraled downward. Only after descending hundreds of feet underground did they reach an enormous cavern. Flames flickered around its walls, leaving the place far from dim.
Lu Ye looked around and saw large vat-like containers placed every several yards throughout the cave. Each vat contained something round.
At first, he could not make out what those round things were, but when his gaze focused, he could not help being slightly startled. "Eldest Senior Brother, these are..."
"Dao Soldiers!" Feng Wujiang replied softly, standing beside Lu Ye with his hands behind his back.
"So many!" Lu Ye exclaimed.
There were nearly a hundred vats in this cavern, and the round objects he had seen were, astonishingly, heads!
More importantly, every head had long, pointed ears on either side. These Dao Soldiers were clearly not Human Race cultivators, but Blood Race!
Over the past several decades, the Sacred Land had fought the Blood Race several times. Each time, the Blood Race had suffered grievous losses, and naturally quite a few Blood Race