At the entrance leading from the seventeenth floor to the eighteenth, the Eight-tailed Fox Demon furtively poked her head out for a look.
Her pupils shrank instantly.
There were bloodstains in sight, as well as traces left behind by a great battle.
She had been following behind Lu Ye the whole way and had arrived here only ten breaths later than him.
Everything had been peaceful along the way before this, but this time was clearly different. A fierce battle had erupted here, though she did not know how many had died.
She had actually expected this situation long ago. The Insect and Blood Races were surely searching for Lu Ye from the upper floors downward, while Lu Ye was making his way from below upward. Sooner or later, they were bound to meet.
She simply had not expected it to happen so quickly.
She carried a drop of Lu Ye's Treasure Blood. As long as they remained on the same floor, she could easily sense his precise location at any time.
But at this moment, she had no need to rely on that Treasure Blood at all. Lu Ye's incomparably fierce Dao intent shone as brightly as a beacon in the night.
There was also the violently surging Dao power where he was, undoubtedly the aftermath of battle.
And wherever he passed, one aura after another was being extinguished.
Every one of those auras belonged to the Uniting Dao level. They came rushing in from all directions like moths flying into a flame, only to vanish one after another.
Eight-tailed's gaze trembled.
She knew Lu Ye would be strong after advancing to Uniting Dao, but she had never imagined he would be this strong. In this brief span alone, she had sensed six Uniting Dao cultivators perish in succession.