Victory

With Lu Ye's slash, the Dragon Ascent World had merely gained the means to contend against the Blood Race. Judging from the battlefield, the Blood Race still held a slight upper hand.

He raised his eyes and saw Guangjing fighting Heavenly Saint one-on-one, neither yielding to the other. The great monk glared with Vajra fury, his kasaya torn open to reveal his solid muscles. Blood Qi boiled around him as he displayed his power to subdue demons and vanquish devils.

He saw the Sword Cultivators of Vast Righteousness Academy struggling to hold on, while Blood Fiend weaved through the Sword Formation.

He also saw, far away, the aged Blood Race member who had descended upon Longteng staring over with a face full of wariness.

At a glance, every detail of the battlefield spanning dozens of miles entered his sight.

Though he was utterly exhausted, with every bit of strength drained from his body, and wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep, Lu Ye knew he could not sleep yet.

They had already come this far. If he could not see it through to the end, it would be far too regrettable.

Within Vast Righteousness Academy's Sword Formation, Sword Qi crisscrossed in every direction. Blood Fiend gritted his teeth and roared. This invasion of Longteng had been a complete failure. No matter what decision Blood World made afterward, his defeat was beyond dispute. He had no face left to return to Blood World. Dying in battle here was his only choice—and the best one.

With that thought in mind, Blood Fiend completely abandoned his own defense, forcing Yuan Changcun and the other Sword Cultivators into a miserable scramble.

Even when they had numbered more than ten before, they had been unable to do much against Blood Fiend. Now, only a