Plundering the Spring Spirit

"Run!"

As Tu Guanxiong stood there in a daze, Wang Xun's weak voice came from beside him.

He lowered his head blankly and looked at him, not reacting for a moment.

"Run!" Wang Xun shouted with the last of his strength.

Only then did Tu Guanxiong snap back to himself and hurriedly roar, "Flee!"

The many panicked, shaken Spiritual Land cultivators received it as if it were a pardon, all of them urging their bodies into motion and scattering in every direction.

They no longer had even the courage to face Lu Ye.

Tu Guanxiong also quickly gathered the gravely wounded, dying Wang Xun into his arms, activated his Spiritual Power, and shot into the sky.

He had not flown far when a rumble came from behind him, as though something had collapsed.

He looked back and saw that where the Heaven's Mystery Hall of the Spiritual Land had originally stood, dust and smoke were rolling up, and the entire Heaven's Mystery Hall had become a stretch of Ruins.

The Heaven's Mystery Hall here had originally only been casually built by a group of Cloud River Realm cultivators. It could not be mentioned in the same breath as the Heaven's Mystery Hall of the Nine Provinces Main Sect, and fundamentally could not withstand the aftermath of too fierce a battle.

Amid the dust and smoke, a figure slowly walked out from within, carrying a long saber as black as ink in his hand. If it was not Lu Yiye, then who else could it be?

At this moment, the upper half of Lu Ye's clothing had already been torn away, revealing his lean, powerful torso. Wounds large and small covered him in dense layers, making him look as if he had been soaked in a Blood Pool.

He looked as