Seeing Ye Yu appear safe and sound, Qin Ruoxian finally let out a long breath.
"Ye Yu, run! Get out and send word!" Feng Qing'er froze for a moment before hurriedly shouting.
"Run?! Dream on." Blood War sneered and waved his hand. Five Blood Demon Race members at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage immediately surrounded Ye Yu.
Their powerful auras instantly locked onto Ye Yu, sealing off every path of retreat around him.
"This idiot!" Zhu Yan gritted his teeth furiously.
"Hehe, Ye Yu has always been like this—vain and greedy for glory. Since he was already outside, he should have gone to send word. Showing up now was nothing more than trying to make everyone owe him a favor, but now he's played himself into a corner," Liu Ruyan said coldly.
She believed she had already seen through Ye Yu completely.
Those around them deeply agreed upon hearing this, and their gazes at Ye Yu gradually turned angry.
Their chance to survive had been right before them, yet Ye Yu had forcibly destroyed it.
"Sigh, everyone, don't blame Imperial Brother. He merely wanted to secure more benefits for himself," Ye Xuan said with a sorrowful expression, though inwardly he was overjoyed.
My dear Imperial Brother, since you delivered yourself to the door, you can't blame anyone else!
Ye Yu ignored the curses ringing in his ears and coldly watched Blood War before him.
In his previous life, Ye Yu had fought Blood War many times and suffered quite a few losses at his hands. Many of Ye Yu's trusted followers had died by his hand.
Now that enemies had met, Ye Yu naturally had no intention of letting him go.
Sensing Ye Yu's gaze, Blood War was briefly stunned, then grinned and asked, "What? You know me?"