Song Zhui originally thought Lu Ye would fly out of the spirit ground. In his opinion, as long as Lu Ye dared to leave the spirit ground, he could chase after him immediately. A fifth-layer cultivator...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theld of vision, holding a blood-stained long sword. He lightly flicked it, and the blade returned to its sheath.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!There were no sounds of...