The great battle came to an end, yet its course left the countless cultivators watching this scene unable to calm their hearts for a long while.
Alone and solitary, one man and one saber—within a short time, he had breached one Heaven-tier City and two Desolate-tier Cities, captured nearly a hundred Uniting Dao cultivators alive, and defeated countless Fusion Dao cultivators. Such ferocious might made those facing him tremble in their hearts, while those watching yearned for it.
Yet everyone harbored one doubt.
From beginning to end, Lu Ye seemed not to have killed a single person. He had merely severely wounded those cultivators, then bound them in place with a secret technique.
In a battle of this level, capturing without killing was undoubtedly far more difficult than simply slaughtering them, yet Lu Ye had done exactly that. No one knew why.
If he feared the powers behind those Uniting Dao cultivators, that did not seem right either. After all, he had already breached three Uniting Dao Cities.
Across the starry sky, in those projections, Lu Ye—who had kept his back to the screen all this while—finally turned around slowly, revealing a young, stern face.
He looked ahead, as though staring through the projections at every watcher. His cold, shadowy gaze sent chills down their spines.
Three breaths later, Lu Ye slowly raised a hand, Blood Qi surging around him.
Streaks of blood-red light suddenly swept in from every direction. They were precisely the cultivators he had injured and bound in place earlier.
There were several hundred of them. Without exception, all were bound by scarlet restraints.
During the previous battle, Lu Ye's ferocity had been boundless and impossible to match, yet the watchers had still been puzzled. He had been alone—why had those injured and bound cultivators not tried