This was the perfect time to swiftly slay Sacred Seeds, and the trio was unwilling to waste time here. Rather than contend with a Sacred Seed whose Sacred Nature was so powerful that even Lu Ye could not suppress it, they might as well go find some soft persimmons to squeeze.
"What are you doing?" From within the Blood River came the puzzled voice of an elderly Human Race senior. He simply could not understand what Jian Guhong and Wu Dezhao, those two old bastards, meant by coming in to take a look and then running back out.
This was not some mundane marketplace.
They received not the slightest response. The trio had already pounced toward the next divided battlefield.
Within the Blood River, the Sacred Seed's expression turned startled and grave, because the Sacred Nature Lu Ye had displayed in the instant he activated his Blood River was impossible for him to ignore.
A Human Race cultivator actually possessed such powerful Sacred Nature. It was unheard of.
That level of Sacred Nature, among the Sacred Seeds who had gone on this expedition, could only be suppressed by him, and only two other Sacred Seeds could compare to it slightly. The rest of the Sacred Seeds were all inferior.
A bad feeling suddenly rose in him.
His Divine Sense swiftly spread out, monitoring all directions, and what he detected shocked him badly.
Because the auras of the Sacred Seeds had lessened—by almost half. And at the main battlefield, the Human Race side had clearly already seized the advantage and was launching a fierce counterattack!
The thing he feared most had happened.
When he sensed that Lu Ye carried Sacred Nature, he had realized the Human Race was using this to hunt down the Sacred Seeds. He had thought that, since