For some time afterward, Lu Ye searched everywhere for traces of enemies. The main body and the Talent Tree Clone moved one in shadow, one in light. He deliberately made the Clone look utterly miserable, maintaining the appearance of someone who had just fought a battle and suffered grievous wounds.
Using this method, he did manage to hook quite a few hidden enemies, reaping gains time and again.
On this day, he used the same method to lure out two more fish. The main body and Clone attacked together and easily dealt with one of them. Seeing that she was no match for them, the surviving female Dao Fusion cultivator immediately cried out, "Brother Dao, wait! I have a secret to tell you. I only beg you to show mercy and spare my life!"
Lu Ye had nearly struck her down with his saber. At her words, his movements paused, and the Crag Mountain Saber rested against her slender neck. A cut immediately opened in her tender skin, crimson blood seeping out.
"What secret?" Lu Ye looked at her.
It was not that Lu Ye possessed such intense curiosity. Rather, at a moment like this, the secret she mentioned was very likely related to this contest.
Feeling the pain at the back of her neck and hearing Lu Ye's question, the female Dao Fusion cultivator let out a breath. She knew she would not die for the moment. Weakly turning her head, she glanced at Lu Ye from the corner of her eye, her expression pitiful. "Brother Dao, if I tell you, can you spare me?"
"That depends on whether your secret is useful."
"It is useful! It concerns this contest. Brother Dao will definitely want to know."
"Speak!"
Yet she did not comply with Lu Ye's wishes, merely forcing