Within the passageway, Lu Ye advanced with saber in hand, smashing through everything in his path. Cries of agony rang out one after another, and in just a few breaths, the clamor fell silent.
Liu Chang and the others followed along the way, only to see Winged Race powerhouses lying one after another in pools of blood, their deaths gruesome. All of them were deeply shaken.
A glimmer of light appeared ahead. As Lu Ye flashed out, a warning flared sharply in his heart.
He had anticipated this. Since the enemy had discovered their hiding place and blocked them from both front and rear, there was surely an ambush outside as well. He immediately drove his Dao Power wildly to protect his entire body.
The next instant, several attacks struck him, jolting his body and churning his blood.
Before he could steady himself, a Winged Race cultivator wielding a long spear appeared before him and thrust fiercely. Lu Ye held his saber crosswise before him and precisely blocked the blow, but the tremendous force shoved him sideways for hundreds of zhang.
Dao Power surged chaotically all around them as figures swept in from every direction. Liu Chang and the others who had followed Lu Ye out immediately fell under siege.
Lu Ye abruptly exerted his strength and only then knocked back the spear-wielding Winged Race cultivator, but two more figures attacked from his left and right.
Only then did he clearly see the situation around him.
Outside the small island where they had been hiding, two enormous Treasure Ships lay across either side. Numerous figures stood aboard them, every single one a Winged Race cultivator, watching the few of them like tigers eyeing their prey.
This was a place of trouble; they could not linger.
Lu Ye made his decision.