The Blood Sea churned and boiled from time to time, violent aftershocks of battle raging within, punctuated by the occasional startled cry.
For hundreds of thousands of miles in every direction, not a soul could be seen.
With Merging Dao cultivators fighting, how could the Dao Entry cultivators dare linger? They had long since fled.
After half the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the Blood Sea slowly receded. Lu Ye sheathed the Crag Mountain Saber with an icy expression. A massive wound gaped across his body, blood streaming from it.
Zhong Pu had been extremely strong. Even with Lu Ye joining forces with a Human Race Merging Dao cultivator and using a Blood Race Mystic Art, killing him had cost them a price.
Not only was Lu Ye injured, but the Human Race Merging Dao cultivator was wounded as well. Fortunately, neither injury was serious.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, you..." The Human Race Merging Dao cultivator looked at Lu Ye with a complicated expression, utterly unable to make sense of what was happening.
The Battle Alliance had issued a notice claiming that Lu Ye was suspected of becoming a Hidden Agent, and had even ordered his capture alive.
Yet judging by what he had just done, where was there any sign of him being a Hidden Agent?
A few days ago, he had killed a Blood Race Merging Dao cultivator. Today, he had worked with him to kill an Insect Race Merging Dao cultivator. There was simply no way he could be a Hidden Agent.
Lu Ye silently examined himself, because at the instant Zhong Pu had died, he had received another Star Abyss Blessing.
Blessings that others could only hope to encounter had become as frequent and effortless for him as eating and drinking.
But Lu