When those Vast Sky Alliance cultivators made their move, Tong Shuyao had already flashed in front of Lu Ye. Spiritual Power surged around her, and her gaze was icy.
Fortunately, the cultivator rushing at Lu Ye still retained some reason. The moment he saw Tong Shuyao, he immediately stopped.
But their unusual movements had already put many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators on guard, setting the nerves of the entire Vast Sky Alliance camp on edge.
In an instant, cultivators from both sides had their Spiritual Power churning as they glared at one another like tigers eyeing prey. The atmosphere was drawn taut as a drawn sword.
Lu Ye's face was pale. This was mainly because it was his first time using divine sense against an enemy, and he had overexerted himself. The power in his Divine Pool had nearly been squeezed dry. Such depletion could only be replenished with Soul Cleansing Water; relying on his own recovery would likely take some time.
But if he had not done so, he would not have been certain of instantly killing Tan Shu. After all, the man was at Tier Seven of the True Lake Realm. The gap in their cultivation was right there. If Tan Shu had sensed something amiss, all he needed to do was cry surrender, and Lu Ye would have had no way to finish him off.
In the end, the price he paid had been worth it.
"Can't the Vast Sky Alliance afford to lose? One dead man, and you're ready to make such a fuss?"
Someone shouted.
As soon as those words came out, quite a few Vast Sky Alliance cultivators looked uncomfortable.
In the battles here, people were often defeated and killed, yet never before had it triggered such a large-scale confrontation.
Take Xiao Xinghe, for