The Clone had no desire to pick up scraps like this, but he had no choice.
Fortunately, he had helped defend several Uniting Dao Cities, sparing them from being breached and their City Lords, fighting beyond the cities, from suffering a catastrophic plunge in strength.
The battle raged at its fiercest. The entire battlefield resembled a slaughterhouse, with cultivators from both sides dying without cease. Severed limbs, mangled flesh, and spreading blood mist filled the Void.
Added to that were the Blood Sea Arts unleashed by the Blood Race cultivators, which cast the entire battlefield beneath a crimson haze.
Under such concealment, no one noticed that the blood spilled by those cultivators who died gruesome deaths seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, transforming into threads that stretched and spread in every direction.
The cultivators of their own camp were naturally all occupied. They were either leaving the cities to battle or staying behind to defend against attacks. Yet even the powerhouses of Black Blood City and the Li Shuai Insect Nest had failed to notice this anomaly, which was truly strange.
It was as though an invisible force had interfered with their five senses, causing them to instinctively overlook these abnormalities.
Countless scarlet threads continued to extend, crisscrossing one another, as if an invisible brush were using lives as its guide, blood as its ink, and the Void as its canvas.
Within the vast Blood Sea, Lu Ye still followed behind Yuan Xi like an accessory. Hidden dangers lurked within the thick Blood Sea, and killing intent surged.
Jiao was immensely powerful, and fighting within this Blood Sea gave him every advantage of terrain. After launching attack after attack, he faced three opponents alone without falling behind in the slightest. Even Lian and Huan Qing had suffered minor