Chapter Five Hundred Twenty-Eight: Escape
xiong each retreated three steps.Lü Yè's right chest was gushing blood, pierced clean through by Zhou Shixiong's sword. But Zhou Shixiong wasn't faring well either, a slash across his chest extending...This area, Wan Mo Ling, has a large number of cultivators, so Lu Ye's speed was significantly hampered. Every time there was slight movement around him, he had to stop and use his concealing spirit pattern to hide himself.
< silently calculated the time.
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He needs to get as far away from this area as possible within an hour. Only then can he increase his chances of survival.
Soon, an hour passed.
As the blood-colored beam erupted, Lu Ye tossed a few Yuanshen Pills into his mouth. Flames surged behind him, a pair of wings unfolded, and with the blessing of the feathery spirit patterns, he flapped his wings once and turned into a streak of light, shooting towards the distance.
The location has been exposed, and there are no more arrays to be transmitted. Now, all he can rely on is his own speed.
The speed of flight often represents the strength of a cultivator's cultivation. Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the faster the flight speed, whether it is for flying with magical equipment or without. Therefore, it is difficult for the weak to escape from the strong because running away is useless.
When several tens of thousands of Moxue Ridge cultivators saw the red light transformed by Lu Ye, they didn't think much of it, just thinking that it was a powerful cultivator from their own camp.
It wasn't until Lu Ye's figure swept past them that the several people came to their senses, the battle scars on their backhands flickering with red light.
That's not from our own camp at all, it's from the Haotiantian Alliance.
Moreover, the opponent's spiritual energy fluctuations weren't as powerful as imagined; at most, it was just the cultivation of a third or fourth level...
The three realms, vast and boundless... The Heavenly Alliance...
Suddenly, someone came to their senses: "It's Lu Yiye!"
Seeing this, several companions also followed suit.
However, in less than the time of an incense stick, they were left behind by Lu Ye without a trace. Each and every one of them wore an expression of dejection, lamenting that such a great opportunity had passed them by.
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For one hour, there was no respite, and the blood-red beam erupted once again.
After just a moment, a streak of light suddenly approached from the side, clearly someone who had sensed the movement and rushed over. The speed of that light was incredibly fast, even with Lu Ye activating his flying wing spirit pattern, he couldn't compare to it.
At a glance, Lu Ye knew that the visitor was a powerful cultivator at the eighth or ninth level. He felt helpless; he had been targeted by such a powerful being after all.
He had wings and a spirit mark of wind, below the seventh realm, including cultivators of the seventh realm, he could ignore them all, only those of the eighth and ninth realms were truly beyond his reach.
>>>Though he knew it was pointless, he had to run. With a surge of determination, he activated his Windwalker's Mark, further enhancing his speed. His internal spiritual energy surged outwards like a burst dam, flowing uncontrollably.
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After eating some food and swallowing a few more pills, Lu Ye set out on his escape journey once again.
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"Don't rush to activate the flying wing spirit patterns. We haven't been exposed yet, so there's no need to be too anxious."
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The escape route was fraught with peril. His tracking talismans proved useless, their secrets impenetrable. Every time his location was revealed, he would be hounded by a horde of Wan Mo Ling cultivators. With no way to conceal himself, the options available to this third-tier cultivator were severely limited.
He could only run desperately, fighting for every second he had, praying that the hunting grounds would close soon.
However, this time Heaven's Will seemed to have little favor for him. The crimson light curtain shrouded hunting ground showed no signs of closing at all. On the Hunter Ranking board that hung high in the sky, Lu Ye's ranking continued to fall, now reaching seventh place.
He encountered several formidable cultivators at the eighth and ninth levels, but often, before long, powerful members of the Haotiang Alliance would intervene to intercept his pursuers.
Once might be a coincidence, twice or thrice that's the network of Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan.
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This has led to many places where cultivators from the two major factions are engaged in fierce battles, and people are constantly dying.
As per usual hunting grounds' progression, when a hunting ground is nearing closure like this one, most people would choose to lay low besides those few strong contenders vying for the top spot on the kill list. That's because the major benefits and opportunities have mostly already been obtained at this point in time. Naturally, the primary objective at this stage is self-preservation.
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>>ion."They're fighting!" A Sea God Realm cultivator suddenly said, his voice trembling."What"All the people present, whether from the Haotian League or the Wanmo Ridge, were shocked. Even Pang Zhen lo...