After making the arrangements, which took less than half a day, Lu Ye once again set off toward where the cultivators had gathered.
A hundred li away, he stopped and observed from afar. He could clearly see the situation over there. Several hundred cultivators still formed a great circle, while the Treasure Gourd's light darted left and right within it, yet could never break free of the encirclement.
Lu Ye had his own considerations regarding how to break the great circle's defenses. Charging in and wildly hacking away was undoubtedly unworkable. The cultivators over there now maintained a tacit understanding, and most moved in groups of two or three, watching each other's backs. If he charged in alone and incurred everyone's wrath, he would surely be besieged.
Thus, he needed a powerful, advantageous strike—an outburst strong enough to make the gathered cultivators wary. Only then would success be possible!
Lu Ye possessed such a method. He simply did not often have the chance to use it, because the situation in battle changed a thousand times in an instant, leaving him no room to activate it.
But this method was perfectly suited for this place. A hundred li of distance, a fixed target, and enough time and space to build momentum.
Then...
Let's raise a ruckus!
Lu Ye felt a long-lost surge of exhilaration. Deep in his bones, he liked this sort of thrill and madness. Back when his cultivation had been low, in the Spirit Stream Battlefield and the Cloud River Battlefield, he had faced numerous enemies alone time and again, always accomplishing his goal and withdrawing unscathed. Yet as his cultivation rose and his fame grew, he had gradually lost such pleasures.
Now was a fine opportunity.
He flew through the air, not very fast at first. But as