At the Body Cultivator's reminder, the many cultivators finally snapped awake as if from a dream and together stirred their power to churn the Blood Sea.
In an instant, the Blood Sea roiled, waves surged skyward, and it showed faint signs of collapse.
Once the Blood Sea collapsed, Lu Ye would be exposed before everyone's eyes, no longer enjoying his previous advantage.
It was then that Lu Ye finally sensed signs of being moved. He abruptly withdrew the Blood Sea and charged in the direction of the pull, scarlet following in his wake before swiftly merging back into his body.
In the blink of an eye, he landed in a neighboring Chess Grid.
At this moment, he held his saber in one hand, his body splattered with blood—some belonging to his enemies, some to himself. Most grievous of all were several fist-sized bloody holes in his body, blood steadily streaming from them.
Turning back, he saw several Uniting Dao cultivators in the opposite Chess Grid glaring at him with fury and unwillingness written across their faces. Their brief clash had made them clearly realize that, given just a little more time, they should have been able to take Lu Ye down. Yet the Rules of the Chess Game had allowed him to escape death.
Behind those Uniting Dao cultivators, the many Fusion Dao cultivators were pale with lingering fear.
Of the three hundred Fusion Dao cultivators, fewer than two hundred remained. They had been utterly slaughtered just now. Within that dense Blood Sea, they had no idea what was happening, only sensing the auras around them vanishing one after another with startling speed.
Lu Ye slightly calmed the surging blood and qi throughout his body, then quickly sat down cross-legged and stuffed a handful of Healing Pills into his mouth.