Jiao had thought Lu Ye would avoid this strike, but to his surprise, Lu Ye had no such intention. He let the blow fall while the long saber in his hand turned into a blur of blade shadows, thrusting forward madly.
Clang, clang, clang—the sounds came in an unbroken stream. In that instant, the Crag Mountain Saber collided with the golden short blades dozens of times, every strike making Jiao's body tremble slightly.
As blood sprayed, Lu Ye's lower abdomen was also slashed open by Jiao.
The two figures parted at the first touch, ending with Lu Ye wounded.
Yet a trace of unease rose in Jiao's heart. He knew his enemy could not possibly be a fool. Just now, Lu Ye only needed to withdraw his saber to avoid injury, yet he had not done so. Instead, he had frantically unleashed attacks that seemed useless. Why?
What was the enemy trying to do?
There was no time to think. As Lu Ye retreated and surged forward again, he charged back in.
Deep within his mind, Fang's excited voice rang out. "Refreshing!" Dozens of exchanges in an instant meant it had bitten the enemy's golden short blades dozens of times. Though each bite had taken little, the frequency was too high to withstand.
If this kept up, it felt that before long, it would be able to devour all the mystery within the enemy's Sub-Treasure.
At this moment, the battle in the Chess Grid containing Black Blood City had already subsided.
After Uniting Dao City's defenses were breached, Yun Ke, the second Vice City Lord, was slain first. Then Luo Molie, the fourth Vice City Lord, was besieged and killed by several Uniting Dao cultivators. The Black Pieces in Black Blood City were no match at all. With nowhere to