As they spoke, the great battle erupted over there. Just as Lu Ye had seen more than a year ago, hundreds of thousands of Star Abyss creatures forged a cruel battlefield with blood and flesh.
Lu Ye watched for a moment before noticing the chaos within this battlefield.
Both sides were numerous, yet there was simply no accurate way to distinguish friend from foe. Once the melee began, unless they knew one another, everyone around them was an enemy.
Such a battlefield looked more like a feast composed of a hundred thousand Star Abyss cultivators. Countless beings were destined to fall, and a fortunate few were destined to reap benefits from it.
Lu Ye finally spotted Chen Wulei and the others. The three Artificer Armors were fairly conspicuous. At this moment, the nine-person group had gathered together and only moved along the edge of the vast battlefield, never venturing deep inside. Whenever they found an opportunity, they gained something; whenever they encountered a powerful enemy, they immediately fled.
This was undoubtedly the smartest approach.
A year ago, they would never have been able to act this way, because the aura of the Lost Ones had been too obvious. The moment they made a move, they would expose themselves and draw the surrounding Star Abyss creatures into besieging them.
But over the past year, their auras had gradually transformed toward those of Star Abyss creatures. Although they still differed somewhat from genuine Star Abyss creatures, the difference was no longer significant.
Given some more time, everyone would likely cast off their identities as Lost Ones and completely integrate into the Star Abyss. By then, they would be no different from Star Abyss cultivators.
Only Lu Ye still seemed utterly out of place amid the surrounding environment.
He could not tell whether