As a newcomer who had arrived at the Spirit Stream Battlefield only around three months ago, Lu Ye naturally did not understand the intricacies involved.
However, with the glow of the Battlefield Mark, it was rather convenient for him to act.
At this moment, he and Amber were positioned behind the four from the Mystic Gate, roughly thirty zhang away from them. As the four Mystic Gate cultivators kept retreating, the distance between both sides steadily closed.
The burly man was accumulating more and more wounds, and the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for the four from the Mystic Gate.
Seeing that the burly man was about to be unable to hold on, another Tier Three cultivator beside him roared, "Go die, every last one of you!"
As he spoke, he produced a glittering golden Spirit Talisman. Channeling Spiritual Power into it, he activated it. In an instant, a golden disk the size of a washbasin appeared before him, Spiritual Patterns flowing across its surface.
It was none other than the Golden Wheel Talisman Lu Ye had used against the wolf pack when he first entered the Spirit Stream Battlefield.
This Spirit Talisman did not possess the single-target killing power of the Fire Serpent Talisman, but it excelled in endurance. Back then, Lu Ye had used it to drive back the wolf pack that had surrounded him.
As golden light burst forth, crescent-shaped golden slashes swept out from the disk, accompanied by the shriek of tearing air.
To low-level cultivators, a Spirit Talisman was quite valuable. But as long as one had sufficient wealth, everyone would keep one or two on hand as life-saving trump cards.
The moment this man brought out the Golden Wheel Talisman, the Tier Four cultivator from the Nine Stars Sect immediately took a step back.