On another battlefield, Lu Ye pounced through the ranks, cutting down enemies like grass.
It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of unbridled exhilaration. For quite a while now, his opponents had always been Dao Integration cultivators.
But at the end of the day, he was only a Fusion Dao cultivator. His opponents should have been cultivators of the same level.
The Crag Mountain Saber was now peerlessly sharp. Fusion Dao Dao Soldiers shattered at a touch; beneath its blade, scarcely anyone could withstand a single exchange. More often than not, both the enemy and their Dao Soldier were cleaved apart together.
At the Fusion Dao level, he had long been considered invincible, much less now, when his strength was steadily rising.
In truth, if this group of cultivators could have united in wholehearted cooperation, Lu Ye would never have found it so easy to run rampant. Even with several hundred layers of Body Protection Dao Power, if enough Fusion Dao cultivators joined forces for a single strike, there would always come a time when he could not withstand it.
Yet human nature was complicated. Especially when facing a powerful enemy, it was simply impossible for them to cooperate with such seamless coordination.
With the Pounce Technique, Lu Ye darted and shifted, impossible to pin down, allowing him to slaughter to his heart's content.
Of the Fusion Dao cultivators from the Heaven-tier City who had appeared first, seven or eight out of ten were dead. Those still alive had scattered and fled. Lu Ye could not be bothered to pursue them; after all, killing Fusion Dao cultivators did not guarantee a gain—it was only a matter of probability.
Turning his head, he fixed his gaze on Lian's opponent and charged over with his saber in