On the chaotic battlefield, Lu Ye felt enemies in every direction. There was one advantage to that—he did not need to worry about accidentally hurting his own people. The downside, however, was that he was fighting someone at every moment, without even half an instant of rest.
Fortunately, replenishing his own consumption was simple for him. Other Human Race cultivators did not have such convenience. If this continued, the Human Race would inevitably weaken. Of course, the Blood Race was the same, and their situation was even worse, because they had no support from the rear.
On the Human Race's side, the Formation support from the small islands had never ceased. Though it was no longer as dense as it had been at the beginning, it continued to play its part, killing and wounding many Blood Race cultivators.
At this point, the fierce battle had become a contest of endurance between the two sides.
More than a million Blood Race soldiers had arrived in a menacing tide, originally intending to seize Crimson Blood Sacred Land in one stroke. They had the strength for it, and they had the confidence.
If it had been the Sacred Land of over two months ago, its chances of withstanding this Blood Race assault would have been less than thirty percent.
But the widespread use of the Shared Breath, Connected Branches Formation Plates, along with the Shared Breath, Connected Branches Grand Arrays arranged across the islands, had become the Human Race's greatest source of aid.
This infuriated many powerful Blood Race cultivators.
Lu Ye had no idea what the situation was like on the other islands. The battlefield was too vast and too chaotic; with his pitiful Divine Sense, he simply could not probe very far.
But judging by the current situation, the defenses of