This vast Blood Sea had originally been a terrain advantage created by the many Blood Race cultivators for the Feather Race. Yet now, it was as though an invisible beast lurked within it, opening its bloody maw and silently devouring the lives of countless Blood Race and Feather Race cultivators.
Zhaoming hurriedly called out the names of several other Blood Race cultivators, but without exception, received no response.
Within this Blood Sea, it was as though every Blood Race cultivator had died!
But that was simply impossible. If the Blood Race had truly all died, the Blood Sea should have collapsed. Yet it still remained, which meant there were still Blood Race cultivators maintaining the Blood Sea through Blood Arts.
But why was there no response?
Zhaoming's body and heart turned cold. She vaguely realized that, in this short span of time, some unknown upheaval must have taken place.
At this moment, more than a dozen Human Race cultivators were darting and weaving through the Blood Sea, acting without restraint. Wherever they passed, screams and cries of alarm rang out without end.
All along, the Blood Sea had belonged exclusively to the Blood Race, a sharp weapon used against Human Race cultivators. Thus, no one had imagined that when this weapon was turned to their own use one day, it would prove so razor-sharp.
Within the Blood Sea, those Feather Race enemies were like headless flies. More often than not, they only suddenly realized what was happening when their attackers had already reached them—but by then, it was too late.
The dozen or so surviving Human Race cultivators had never experienced such an exhilarating battle. They did not need to make many judgments of their own. All they had to do was follow Lu Ye's guidance, charge before their enemies,