The two Wind Rank strongholds, Fengtai and the other, were not far apart—less than a day's journey. That was why Wind Rank had sought aid from Fengtai. Only because they were close enough was support possible.
When Du Feng hurriedly led a host of cultivators to the Wind Rank Stronghold, he saw the blazing battlefield from afar.
The scale of the battle here was undoubtedly far greater than the one at Fengtai that day, and far more cultivators from both sides were engaged. Countless friend and foe cultivators unleashed Dao power across the battlefield, grappling and clashing in a ferocious melee.
Yet, looking at the overall situation, their side was clearly at a disadvantage.
It had nothing to do with numbers or strength. On a battlefield like this, with the Insect Mother directing them, the enemy had a clearer and more timely grasp of how the battle was unfolding.
Their side also had people coordinating the battle, but they could never be as precise as an Insect Mother.
Seeing this, the many cultivators who had come with Du Feng to provide aid were all brimming with fighting spirit, waiting only for his command before charging forward.
Not far from Du Feng's side, Lu Ye's gaze was not on the vast main battlefield, but fixed on another direction.
In that direction, a Blood Sea churned ceaselessly. Fierce sounds of battle came from within, and even from so far away, he could sense the power of the two experts fighting inside.
That was the battlefield of the Fusion Dao cultivators. Li Qi of Wind Rank was fighting a Blood Race cultivator. Veiled by the Blood Sea, the details of their battle could not be seen.
Du Feng's eyes darted about as he continuously surveyed every corner of the battlefield. Only after quite