An enormous blood river suddenly appeared in the sky above where the small island had originally stood. It could no longer be called a blood river; it was more fittingly called a blood sea.
Of course, compared to the true blood sea beneath their feet, it was still like a witch before a great shaman, yet it had spread out into a magnificent defensive line.
After all, this was the convergence of the Blood Dao Secret Arts of more than seventy Divine Sea Realm Blood Race members, supplemented by the Shared Breath, Connected Branches Formation Plate. The aura of the blood sea was unified and orderly, displaying tremendous might.
The blood sea surged and wriggled as though it were alive.
The Blood Race army was closing in. One Blood Race Mystic Art after another blasted into it, sending layer after layer of ripples across its surface.
Beside the blood sea stretching across the air were the many Human Race cultivators who had lost their footholds. They each used their own methods to bombard the Blood Race. Streaks of light crisscrossed, and the scene was chaotic.
Yet the Human Race had fewer numbers in the end. They were easily placed at a disadvantage in such an exchange, and before long, they were suppressed until they could barely fight back, suffering heavy casualties.
Just then, the blood sea wriggled and abruptly expanded, enveloping all the Human Race cultivators within it.
Having lost sight of the Human Race cultivators, the charging Blood Race members fearlessly plunged into the blood sea. In an instant, Spiritual Power churned endlessly within it.
Inside the blood sea, Lu Ye and the Dao Soldiers formed up in battle formation, their auras tightly linked. They moved through the chaotic environment, and wherever they passed, they stirred up a storm