Return

Before a Stronghold, the battle still raged fiercely. Lu Ye staggered, swinging his saber on instinct.

Although he rested for a time after every great battle and swallowed Spiritual Pills to replenish his depleted Spiritual Power, Divine Soul Power was not so easily restored. As a result, his body had now become almost transparent.

That voice in his mind kept ringing out, clamoring for him to close his eyes and rest properly. But Lu Ye knew that, in his current state, if he truly closed his eyes, he would likely never wake again.

His powerful will supported him, allowing him to keep shedding his final afterglow in this ruined city, even like a candle flame swaying in the wind.

After fighting through this period of warfare, the Insect Race squad under his command had been reduced to its final three. Even those three, like Lu Ye himself, were covered in wounds.

This was truly the end of the road.

Since beginning cultivation, Lu Ye had encountered no small number of crises. Many of them had been dangers he could hardly resolve through his own abilities. Yet he had never before been driven step by step into such a desperate situation.

His mind stirred slightly as a faint connection was suddenly severed. In his dazed state, Lu Ye did not immediately know where that feeling had come from. Only after quite a while did he realize that another of the three Insect Race under his command had died in battle, leaving only the final two. Even those two probably would not survive the day.

He squeezed out the last of his strength, wielding the Crag Mountain Saber and cutting down the Insect Race gathered around him one by one.

After the Butcher Squad had been wiped out, he had only intended