With that strike from Lu Ye, the Soaring Dragon world only gained the capital to fight against the Blood Race; from how the scene looked, the Blood Race still held some advantages.
He looked up and saw Guang Jing in a one-on-one battle with Celestial Saint, evenly matched. The great monk had a furious expression, his kasaya torn open to reveal a robust physique, his blood Qi boiling over as he demonstrated his abilities to subdue demons and exorcise evil.
He saw the sword cultivators of Haoran Academy struggling to hold on, with Blood Owl weaving in and out amidst their Sword Array.
He also noticed the old Blood Race who had descended upon the Soaring Dragon world looking over with a fearful face from a great distance.
In a single glance, the various scenes spread over dozens of miles on the battlefield were all captured in his eyes.
Although extremely exhausted, his strength nearly depleted, and wishing nothing more than to collapse into sleep, Lu Ye knew he could not rest yet.
