Another massive blood river suspended in mid-air crumbled, revealing the figures of Lu Ye, Jian Guhong, and Wu Deshao.
With a quick glance, the situation on the battlefield became crystal clear.
The Blood Race was collapsing even faster than anticipated, evidently a result of the Saint Seed that had emitted the piercing howl earlier.
"Chase them quickly!" Lu Ye whispered urgently, detonating a drop of his essence blood to activate the Blood Escape Technique, transforming into a streak of blood light to pursue ahead.
This was a rare opportunity; he needed to slay as many Saint Seeds as possible. If they scattered and fled, finding them would be no easy task.
Jian Guhong's figure flickered, enveloping himself in sword light, matching, if not exceeding, Lu Ye in speed.
