Countless attacks slammed into the blood sphere, blasting its bloody waters into surging, roiling sprays. It seemed to have little effect, but the Little People Race all knew that such attacks would exact an enormous toll on the caster maintaining the Blood Dao Secret Art.
Once the caster could no longer sustain it, they could strike straight for the Yellow Dragon!
Inside the blood sphere, the five trapped cultivators were likewise employing every method at their disposal. The Star Constellation Realm Middle Stage cultivator in particular attacked with exceptional ferocity, holding nothing back. He knew that trapped in such a predicament, he was surely doomed. Before dying, he naturally had to unleash his greatest strength and weaken the enemy as much as possible.
The idea was sound, but in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared behind him like a ghost. A long saber swept out, giving him no time to react before severing his head with a single stroke.
At the same time, at four other locations within the Blood Sea, under Lu Ye's covert guidance, the Eastern Division cultivators paired up and began besieging the fallen enemies.
The battle erupted quickly and ended just as quickly. Within several breaths, everything had fallen silent.
Following Lu Ye's guidance, the eight returned to the platform of their main camp and sat down cross-legged together, taking out Lingyu to restore themselves.
Yet they soon sensed that something was wrong. In this environment, their recovery was many times faster than their usual cultivation. Not only did the power from the Lingyu they refined flow into their bodies, but another power from a source they could not perceive also streamed continuously from the surrounding Blood Sea, replenishing their expenditure.
Most did not know what was happening. Only Huang Li and Xu Xinghe,