Sage of Humanity Chapter 733 - 731: Support from the Blood Race

In front of the altar, a three-ter-tall crimson figure stood tall, surrounded by a wild and fierce aura, like a sleeping dragon in a haze.

Huang Liang's roar echoed across the entire battlefield, yet upon seeing that Lu Ye made no move, he realized sothing was amiss.

There must be so problem on Lu Ye's side!

Almost at the sa ti this thought crossed his mind, another fierce voice rang out, "Kill him! Quickly kill him!"

The tone was filled with urgency.

It was Blood Owl!

As a powerful cultivator of the Divine Sea Realm, he had never regarded the cultivators of the Soaring Dragon World lightly, even if he was trapped by the Sword Array of Haoran Academy, he managed with ease.

But when Lu Ye donned the Dragon Throne, a strong sense of alarm suddenly surged in his heart.

That piece of crimson cover armor posed a huge threat to him.

This threat was not rely about deciding his life or death, but it also posed a threat to the existence of the altar!

As a mber of the Blood Race, he did not fear death, but the altar could not be destroyed, as it was related to the descent of the Blood World. If the altar were destroyed, all his previous efforts would be in vain and the timing of the Blood World's arrival would be significantly delayed.

With such a sin, even if he were still alive at that ti, he would inevitably face a fate worse than death.

Therefore, it was imperative to quickly kill that Soaring Dragon cultivator wearing the cover armor!

Huang Liang noticed so problem with Lu Ye's situation; naturally, Blood Owl saw it too, otherwise, there was no reason for him to stand there motionless after employing such a divine object.

This was undoubtedly the best opportunity to kill Lu Ye.

He wanted to go himself, yet led by Yuen Changcun, the powerful sword cultivators of Haoran Academy fiercely entangled him. Even though he used various mysterious Blood Path Secret Techniques, he still could not break loose unless he completely annihilated Yuen Changcun and the others first!

At the command of Blood Owl, many mbers of the Blood Race awoke from a dream, rushing towards the direction where Lu Ye was.

Lu Ye, who had been quietly standing there without moving, finally made a move. With a casual lift of his hand and a kick of his foot, several fierce and powerful mbers of the Blood Race were killed instantly.

His moves seed extrely simple, yet none of the Blood Race could avoid them.

From afar, it looked like a group of mischievous children provoking a tall and mighty adult; no matter how the children bared their teeth and clawed, it was all in vain, making the scene both comical and bloody.

Every mber of the Blood Race who charged forward either exploded and died or flew backwards like arrows released from their bows, their muscles torn and bones shattered.

Within the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye silently felt everything.

Though he was wearing a three-ter-tall cover armor, making him seem to have transford into such a colossal figure, he felt not much discomfort, his movents as natural as an extension of his own limbs.

With the Dragon Throne upon him, he was the Dragon Throne, and the Dragon Throne was him.

Every part of the three-ter-tall cover armor was an extension of his body!

The only thing he was slightly unused to was that sothing seed missing in his hand...

All this ti, when facing enemies, he always held the Boulder Mountain Saber. Rarely did he fight empty-handed, naturally making it feel a bit awkward.

While he could have wielded the Boulder Mountain Saber, holding it in a three-ter-tall figure seed sowhat improper, better to fight barehanded.

Fortunately, combat skill, once mastered, gets etched deep in the psyche, so even without a saber in hand, he rely felt a bit empty, but it didn't affect him much.

"Hold the fort!" Huang Liang's furious shout rang out again; he personally led a group of Soaring Dragon cultivators, surrounding Lu Ye to alleviate the pressure on him.

Previously, when Lu Ye did not respond to his shouts, he thought there was so problem on Lu Ye's side, but now it seed that Lu Ye had no issues, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to counterattack the coming Blood Race.

But Lu Ye's thod of killing the enemy made him understand the root cause.

Because Lu Ye had always used the simplest thods to eliminate the Blood Race, none of his movents were excessive; evidently, he did not want to waste his own strength.

Huang Liang had his suspicions, but was not entirely sure.

At this mont, there was no ti to inquire, since Lu Ye wanted to conserve strength, he could only contribute his effort to match.

In an instant, the area where Lu Ye stood beca the focal point of conflict between the human race and the Blood Race, spirit force chaotic and turbulent, barrages of killing moves overlapping.

The sudden shift in the center of the war was sothing neither of the two races' powerhouses had anticipated.

Here and now, the place where Lu Ye stood truly beca the center of heaven and earth.

One side attacked, and the other defended, both giving their all, as living beings within this vast expanse fell like withered leaves, and corpses flew out, turning into severed limbs and smashed flesh.

Within Sky Ravine, the blood-colored light intensified, its utterly foreign aura continuing to pervade.

Lu Ye stood in place, not engaging in the conflict between the two races of cultivators. In the mont he adorned the Dragon Throne, and his psyche soared limitlessly, he sensed the origin of that aura—it was the aura of another world, the aura of the Blood World!

Filled with a malicious sense of invasion!

Within the Sky Ravine, countless figures churned uncertainly amid the bloodlight, those were even more powerful mbers of the Blood Race, influenced by the Bridging Altar, possibly descending upon Soaring Dragon at any mont.

We must hurry, even faster!

As if sensing his intention, the bloody light that had set out from Vajra Temple and sped northward suddenly increased in speed, leaving a distinct, lingering trail in the mid-air long after it passed.

In chaotic tis, human lives are as trivial as weeds.

Even cultivators who have accomplished much in their cultivation cannot escape this fate.

Every mont, Soaring Dragon cultivators fall in battle around Lu Ye, even top-tier fighters like Huang Liang, despite their severe injuries, still bathed in blood, fighting enemies without leaving Lu Ye's side.

The Blood Race's repeated assaults failed to breach the defensive line of the Soaring Dragon cultivators, and the furious shouts of the Blood Owl kept sounding, no longer possessing his previous calm.

In the Void, the Blood Race is exceedingly arrogant, disregarding all other races especially the inherently weak human race, which they consider the most inferior of races.

However, after witnessing the gathered strength of the Soaring Dragon cultivation world, even the Blood Race had to acknowledge that the inherently weak human race sotis could display unbelievable resilience and tenacity.

This was a trait many races in the Void did not possess, and also one that many envied.

"Is it not ready yet?" Huang Liang shouted amidst the chaos of battle.

"Almost!" From within the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye's response ca, as he could clearly sense the distance of that northbound stream of bloodlight from his position.

With Lu Ye's reply, Huang Liang felt greatly relieved, knowing his previous guess was correct.

Lu Ye was not showing much activity, just conserving and saving energy, waiting for that thing.

That thing suppressed by Vajra Temple for two thousand years!

With many fears and insecurities swept away, Huang Liang felt a great hope rising in his heart, his heavily wounded body notwithstanding, and he couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

However, this anticipation shattered in the next mont.

He abruptly looked up, only to see the bloodlight within the Sky Ravine churning, and once again the scene of Blood River tilting downwards erged, with figures of the Blood Race erging from it...

The reinforcents for the Blood Race had arrived!

Huang Liang was not the only one to witness this scene; every Soaring Dragon cultivator who saw it couldn't help but feel despair.

Even with the current forces of the Blood Race, they had no assurance of victory, and with the Blood Race gaining reinforcents, what strength was left for Soaring Dragon to resist.

Many Blood Race mbers surged out from the Blood River in the Sky Ravine, each one exuding a powerful aura. They charged down wordlessly, joining the battle on the ground.

One of them, an elder-looking Blood Race mber, stood in mid-air with hands behind his back, scanning the battlefield and lightly harrumphed, "Blood Owl, you are still so useless!"

The infuriated Blood Owl, harried by Yuen Changcun and others, snarled back, "Less nonsense, get that cover armor first, it's the variable!"

The elder Blood Race mber calmly said, "I don't need your instructions on how to handle things!"

He shifted his gaze towards Lu Ye, who was adorned with the Dragon Throne, and softly said, "Kill him!"

His tone was indifferent, as if the one to be killed was rely a mosquito or fly.

With the heavy backup arriving, the defensive line ford by the Soaring Dragon cultivators around Lu Ye instantly beca precarious, imdiately tearing several gaps open.

Many mbers of the Blood Race seized these gaps and rushed toward Lu Ye.

Lu Ye, who had been standing still, minimizing unnecessary movent, suddenly slowly lifted a hand, and as his hand rose, the sky changed color, clouds churned wildly, and lightning road, a terrifying heavenly might shrouding the earth.

The entire chaotic and noisy battlefield, regardless of whether anyone was watching this spot, regardless of whether they were human or Blood Race, could clearly see that raised hand.

"Hmm?" That recently arrived elder mber of the Blood Race felt a sudden jump in his heart, sensing an extrely fierce breath swiftly sweeping toward him from a certain direction.

He quickly looked up, and in an instant, he saw an extraordinary sight.

From the southeast, a streak of bloodlight tore through the sky, cutting a lingering mark across it.

"What is that?" The elder Blood Race mber frowned, exerting his Ocular Power to look in that direction, and in the next instant, his expression drastically changed.

He seed to have seen a fierce Dragon Shadow, fangs bared and claws flailing, charging in his direction.

And the aura within that bloodlight unmistakably originated from the sa source as the aura from the cover armor below.

Though the elder Blood Race mber did not quite understand what exactly was happening, he knew he absolutely could not allow this blood-colored light to near the battlefield. Imdiately, he leapt up, heading straight for the incoming blood-colored light. Before he even arrived, his body emitted a mist of blood, turning into a sea of blood. The Blood Sea, as if sentient, surged and wrapped around the incoming bloodlight, instantly enveloping it tightly.

This secret technique of the Blood Race, intensely corrosive to the spirit of the Spiritual Artifacts and the protective spirit force of cultivators, the elder Blood Race mber did not hesitate to activate it at his own expense, convincing himself that whatever was coming, as long as it had spirit force, it would inevitably fall under his control and would be corroded.

However, the next mont, a scream sounded from within the Blood Sea…