Things Are Somewhat Difficult

The operation had failed!

Lu Ye remained calm, without the slightest discouragement. This had only been an attempt; had it succeeded, everything would have been well, and he could have placed the final Heaven's Mystery Pillar without lifting a finger.

Though he had failed this time, he had suffered no losses and gained nothing to regret.

But he needed to leave quickly.

His intrusion into the Heavenly Saint Hall Mystic Realm had alerted the Golden Corpse King. Now that his whereabouts were exposed and he was deep in enemy territory, retreating was naturally the wiser course.

Thus, the instant he left the Secret Realm, he activated his Spiritual Power. Fiery red Spiritual Power flowed and writhed behind him, transforming into a pair of wings. With a kick against the ground, he shot into the sky.

He had come stealthily, but left with the force of thunder.

"Roar!" Corpse Race cultivators roared and gave chase, but Lu Ye's flying speed was beyond even the top Cloud River Realm Ninth-Order cultivators of the Nine Provinces. How could these Corpse Race cultivators possibly catch him?

The only trouble was that Corpse Race cultivators constantly took flight ahead to intercept him. There were Zombies, as well as Yellow Clouds that filled the sky and controlled Corpse Hordes, with Rotting Corpses hidden among them.

The Crag Mountain Saber had already left its sheath. Lu Ye fled at top speed, leaving a bloody storm in his wake. Even massive Corpse Hordes could not obstruct him in the slightest.

"Clang..." A clear sword cry suddenly rang out from another direction.

Hearing it, Lu Ye immediately turned to look, his brows lifting.

In that direction, Flying Swords coiled and spun as countless sword lights burst into the sky. It was as though a sword dragon had launched a