Sage of Humanity-Chapter 735 - 733 Victory

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.

Having come this far, it would be too regrettable if he could not finish the fight.

Inside the Sword Array of Haoran Academy, Sword Qi crisscrossed violently; Blood Owl, grinding his teeth in rage, acknowledged his invasion of the Soaring Dragon had utterly failed. No matter what decisions were made by the Blood World after this, his defeat was irrefutable, and he had no face to return to the Blood World. Dying here was his only, and best, choice.

With such a thought in mind, Blood Owl completely abandoned his defense, causing Yuen Changcun and several other sword cultivators to be in a sorry state.

If they had a hard time dealing with Blood Owl when they numbered over ten, how could the few remaining ones, each wounded, withstand him now?

In the face of Blood Owl's desperation, they simply could not last much longer.

Yet no one retreated; sword cultivators would rather break than bend. Faced with such a formidable enemy, they had only to fight with their lives!

"All of you are going to die!" Blood Owl roared furiously, and seizing a good opportunity in his frenzied attack, he rushed close to Yuen Changcun with incredible speed that no one had the chance to block.

Blood Owl reached out, his sharp fingers piercing Yuen Changcun's chest and grasping his heart.

"Dean!" The nearby sword cultivators were all shocked and pale, wanting to come to the rescue, but was it not already too late?

Just as Yuen Changcun was about to lose his life, Blood Owl's body suddenly stiffened. An indescribable sense of crisis enveloped him, and amid that thick and sticky feeling of danger, he found it exceedingly difficult to even move a finger.

Before he could even react to what was happening, a slight pain crossed his neck, his senses faded, and his hand, which held Yuen Changcun's heart, went limp.

Seizing this opportunity, Sword Qi surged around Yuen Changcun, and the sharp Sword Qi sliced Blood Owl into countless pieces. Blood splattered in all directions, sprinkling down.

Looking at the crimson figure who had quietly swung that strike from behind Blood Owl, Yuen Changcun's face showed gratitude.

He knew that had it not been for Lu Ye's timely support, he would be dead by now.

Blood Owl, with his back to Lu Ye, did not see clearly what had just happened, but Yuen Changcun, facing Lu Ye, hadn't seen it clearly either, because at that critical moment between life and death, everything before his eyes seemed to blur, and Lu Ye in the Dragon King Armor appeared out of nowhere.

That supernatural speed had surpassed the limits of the cultivators of this world, something a Cloud River Realm cultivator couldn't possibly capture.

With another blink, the crimson figure had already vanished, as if he had never appeared.

But from a distant part of the battlefield, there suddenly came Celestial Saint's cry of shock.

Yuen Changcun turned his head and saw the cause of the Soaring Dragon world's crisis being cut in two. The long crimson figure was visible for a fleeting moment before disappearing once more.

Tens of miles away from the battlefield, the old Blood Race was fleeing desperately, having even activated the Blood Race's life-saving secret technique, burning his own Essence Blood recklessly.

That heavenly strike that split the Blood River had indeed frightened him.

If he could still exhibit his Divine Sea Realm cultivation, he reckoned he could try to contend with such a strike, but now he was only endowed with the foundation of the Divine Sea Realm, how could he withstand such a strike?

In his perception, the connection between the Blood World and this world was weakening.

Thus, he made the decision on the spot to activate his secret technique to escape.

But the sense of crisis in his heart did not diminish as he moved away from the battlefield. On the contrary, it grew increasingly intense. He felt a chill all over his body, a response triggered by the terror in his psyche.

Even though he knew he should not look back at such a time, he could not help but turn his head.

At that glance, the old Blood Race's face showed despair.

In his field of vision, the crimson figure was approaching at a speed beyond his imagination. It seemed distant at first glance, but after a blink, it was halfway there. In one more breath...

It was up close.

"I'm fighting you to the death!" The old Blood Race was resolute too, realizing escape was futile. He turned around, his power surging as his blood Qi spread and wriggled, suddenly splitting into three.

Clearly, it was an extremely mysterious doppelganger technique. To the naked eye, the three old Blood Races were exactly the same, even their auras were indistinguishable.

It was as if he truly could split into three.

Each of the three old Blood Races possessed his full strength; one charged straight at Lu Ye while the other two flanked from the left and right.

Facing such a tactic from the old Blood Race, Lu Ye who was swiftly advancing, simply swung the Dragon Spine Saber in his hand lightly.

A Dragon's Wail seemed to echo between heaven and earth as a blood-red arc of saber light cleaved through the Void, bursting forth from the Dragon Spine Saber and explosively spreading outward.

Three figures rushing in for the kill had no capability to resist or dodge, and were sliced in two by the arc of saber light.

Two of them dissipated into blood Qi and vanished into thin air, leaving behind the one on the right--the true form of the ancient Blood Race member.

The neatly severed lower half of the body fell to the ground, while the upper half still hung suspended in mid-air, with organs and blood spilling out from the wound into the sky.

Gazing at the crimson, elongated figure, the ancient Blood Race member let out a slight sigh, "An innocent victim of war!"

This Blood Race invasion of the Soaring Dragon was not ill-prepared.

Eight hundred years of parasitic leeching had gradually brought the Soaring Dragon cultivation world to a decline. With the internal support from the Sky Ravine Sect, the invasion was progressing perfectly. In theory, it wouldn't have been long before the Blood Race could take over the Soaring Dragon World, and the Blood World could completely devour the essence of this entire domain.

But who could have expected that a completely unreasonable monster would suddenly emerge!

Cultivators are limited by the heavens and earth and can only exert strength accordingly, but artifacts like cover armor face restrictions not from the heavens and earth but from the cultivators themselves.

Moreover, the cover armor in question was made from the body of a True Dragon, and the long saber was forged from Dragon Spine. Such artifacts should not have appeared in the Soaring Dragon World, nor should anyone be able to wield them.

The ancient Blood Race member died. The distant battlefield was still in fierce combat, but Lu Ye, who had slain the ancient Blood Race member, was completely drained.

His consciousness was dimming, and he could faint at any moment.

With a thought, the Dragon King Armor that draped over him quickly receded, as the Scale Armor converged and shrunk, detaching from Lu Ye and reforming into the inconspicuous ball the size of an infant's head, falling to the ground.

Hiss... The Dragon Spine Saber too plunged into the ground, hilt-deep.

In the very last moment of his sinking consciousness, Lu Ye reached into his spirit beast sack at his waist and released Amber before slipping into unconsciousness.

Prior to using the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye had already informed Yiyi and anticipated what might happen afterwards.

So when Amber appeared, and Yiyi dashed out only to see Lu Ye's current state, she knew Lu Ye's predictions had come true.

Though panic-stricken, Yiyi still quickly picked up Lu Ye, gathered the Dragon Throne, and, summoning her spirit ark, she sped toward Medicine Valley with Lu Ye and Amber!

In the current Soaring Dragon World, only the Little Miracle Healer could save Lu Ye.

As for the distant war, its outcome was no longer Yiyi's concern.

Lu Ye had nearly given half his life, destroying the altar, ruining the Blood River, weakening the connection between the two worlds, and finally, killing the two strongest members of the Blood Race at the very end. If, on this basis, the Soaring Dragon World still lost, it could only mean that this world was beyond salvation.

Yiyi had never pushed the speed of her weapon control to such an extent, yet even so, she felt it was too slow.

In her arms, Lu Ye's vitality was faint, like a candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

It would have been bad enough on its own, but Lu Ye's symptoms at this moment were clearly very similar to those of Zhuang Bufan before. Compared to Zhuang Bufan's condition at that time, Lu Ye's was even more severe.

Even though the Dragon Throne had recognized its master, allowing Lu Ye to wield some of its power, what he did today was far more draining than Zhuang Bufan's trial.

Zhuang Bufan had merely tried the Dragon Throne once and was at death's door. What would be Lu Ye's situation now?

In the distance, Medicine Valley came into view, with two figures seemingly waiting at the mouth of the valley—it was the Little Miracle Healer and Ye Liuli who had stayed behind.

Yiyi descended her fleeing light, pleading with an unprecedented fragility in her voice, "Senior, please save Lu Ye!"

In her urgency, she completely forgot the status Lu Ye held in this world.

"I'm already aware," nodded the Little Miracle Healer. She was waiting here for Lu Ye.

Ye Liuli, seeing Lu Ye's current state and recalling Zhuang Bufan's final moments, couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face.

The Tyrannical Saber Villa had been annihilated; she and Lu Ye were all that remained of the family. If anything happened to Lu Ye, she would truly be left alone in the world.

A wave of profound grief surged from her heart, nearly overwhelming her.

Amid the intense turmoil of emotions, it seemed as if a seal within her was broken, and a torrent of incomprehensible information surged into her mind, assaulting her not-so-robust psyche. With a soft cry, Ye Liuli collapsed to the ground.

The sudden turn of events astounded Yiyi, yet she instinctively caught Ye Liuli and followed the Little Miracle Healer into Medicine Valley.

Under the Sky Ravine, the battlefield had seen several days and nights of fierce combat. When the dust settled, the ground beneath the Sky Ravine was stained red with blood, and the bodies of cultivators from both races littered the field.

Every survivor was covered in wounds, every pair of eyes veiled with fine bloodshot lines, but their weary expressions could not hide the exhilaration in their hearts.

"We've won..." came a soft whisper from somewhere on the battlefield.

"We've won." More voices responded.

Then the murmurs swelled into earth-shattering cheers and roars.

"We've won!"

In this battle, the Soaring Dragon cultivators emerged with a pyrrhic victory. Of those who fought, hardly one in ten survived.