As expected, the cultivators who chose to break out were quickly surrounded and exterminated, dying miserably one after another. This only deepened the terror in many cultivators' hearts.
But by now, they had no choice. They could only follow behind the Crane Wing Camp cultivators and watch helplessly as the encirclement around them tightened, their room for survival steadily compressed. The feeling of inching closer to death made their souls tremble.
Only the hundred members of the Crane Wing Camp remained calm, because they knew the power of the Crane Wing Formation. On a battlefield like this, the Crane Wing Formation was unrivaled at the Dao Entry level. Thus, their task was simple: draw in as many enemies as possible. That way, once the formation took shape, they could catch the enemy off guard and reap greater gains.
The time had come.
Just as Lu Ye was about to order the formation to be established, a shrill scream suddenly rang out from afar.
Such screams were not uncommon on the battlefield, but the direction from which it came made Lu Ye's heart tighten. He hurriedly looked toward it.
The fiercely deadlocked Dao Fusion battlefield over there had actually already produced a victor.
Du Feng's face was pale, blood spraying across the sky. One of his arms had even vanished.
Not far opposite him, the Insect Race Dao Fusion cultivator was likewise drenched in blood and clearly not uninjured, but his expression was savage. He held a torn-off arm in his hand—it was Du Feng's severed arm.
Their eyes met. Terror flickered in Du Feng's gaze, while the Insect Race Dao Fusion cultivator's expression grew even more savage and horrifying. He then raised Du Feng's severed arm to his mouth and took huge bites from it. Blood splattered everywhere, making the