The fierce battle gave the cultivators watching in secret a close look at the Stone Race's strength. What astonished them even more was the profound foundation of Lu Yiye of the Nine Heavens Realm.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that someone at Divine Sea Tier Eight could erupt with such terrifying power. Every one of them had advanced from Tier Eight, and each had been able to kill enemies above their level in their respective realms. All of them carried pride in their hearts, but only through this comparison did they realize they had been frogs at the bottom of a well.
Before coming here, they had all harbored a trace of doubt. They suspected there was something wrong with Lu Yiye's astonishing gains. After all, there were only a few thousand cultivators participating in the Divine Sea Conflict, yet he alone had killed more than two hundred. That was somewhat unreasonable.
Only now, after witnessing Lu Yiye's outburst firsthand, did they understand that such gains had not come without reason.
Yet no one could still tell who would win today's battle. Judging from the situation, neither side held any particularly obvious advantage. Every collision was earth-shaking and carried immense force.
The Stone Race's physical strength was breathtaking, while Lu Yiye's savage saber techniques made scalps tingle just as much. The aggression wrapped within the dance of his long saber made one instinctively feel as though some ancient ferocious beast were raging in fury. Even while watching from concealment, they were assailed by that razor-sharp aura, their skin aching. It felt as if fangs and claws hung above their heads in the unseen darkness, ready to descend at any moment.
Every slash of the long saber brought forth dazzling radiance, and