Thus, this formation unique to the Blood Race was, in a sense, inferior to the various formations of the Human Race.
Once the Human Race's formations were activated, they boosted the strength of those forming them to varying degrees.
The first Blood River collapsed, revealing Lu Ye and Dao Thirteen's Dao Soldiers as a large number of Blood Race cultivators closed in from all around.
The Sword Gourd at his waist trembled, and streaks of sword light shot forth like bolts of silk, bringing with them a chorus of miserable screams.
On a battlefield this chaotic, with enemies everywhere, a True Lake Realm Weapon Cultivator could not play much of a role. Especially since the Blood Race's Blood Arts were highly corrosive to Spiritual Artifacts. Of all the saber techniques he could employ, only Arc Moon suited such a battlefield.
But Arc Moon consumed no small amount of power, so Lu Ye simply did not draw his saber. Instead, he took out the Sword Gourd.
The Sword Gourd still contained a great deal of sealed Sword Qi, perfectly suited for the present situation.
Not every Blood Race cultivator could summon their own Blood River. That was an ability only possessed by True Lake Realm Blood Race cultivators. Those at the Cloud River Realm could not do so; they could only summon Blood Mist to envelop themselves, greatly reducing both its concealment and threat.
As Sword Qi raged out of the Sword Gourd, Lu Ye's divine sense surged. Leading his Dao Soldiers, he plunged headfirst into another Blood River.
On Crimson Blood Sacred Land's side, the distribution of strength among the Human Race cultivators was rather awkward.
There was no shortage of top experts. The several dozen senior predecessors were the backbone of Crimson Blood Sacred Land, while the number of