Chapter 757: How Can He Still Be Alive
d without a trace. All that remained in sight was a vast sea of mist churning unpredictably, its forms ever-changing.Anyone who ventured into that fog could feel the chilling murderous intent."Formati...The battle was raging, with numerous figures dancing and dodging in mid-air. A vibrant tapestry of multicolored spiritual energy flickered and swirled. Apart from a few Yunhe Nine Layers realm cultivators, none of the Wan Mo Ling disciples could withstand Lu Ye's attacks for even a single exchange. Whether they were at the Seven Layers or Eight Layers realm, once he found an opening, his sword would cleave down with devastating force, leaving them either dead or severely injured. Even those in the Yunhe Nine Layers realm couldn't bear the onslaught of his ferocious and indescribable strikes, each one looking utterly disheveled.
The number of cultivators in the Wanmo Ridge has been steadily decreasing.
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Although the land was desolate, Lu Ye's spirit seemed to grow stronger with each passing battle. He fought on with unwavering resolve, appearing as if he would never tire.
The shouts of the mages echoed through the Wanmo Ridge, a chorus of encouragement as they rallied themselves and each other. Yet, in the end...
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The shirt, once almost shredded into strips and stained with blood, was torn away, revealing Lu's *muscular, well-proportioned torso.
His upper body was already stained red with blood, and under the scorching sun, he seemed to be wearing a crimson armor.
But all the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge were stunned at this moment, finally understanding why Lu Ye had been immortal.
What kind of recovery ability is this
What a terrifying physique this is!
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After another fierce confrontation, Lu Ye stood in mid-air.
From all directions, countless cultivators from Wanmo Ridge surrounded him.ting the remaining stragglers. Sword cries rang out incessantly as Mu Qingyun nimbly moved, traversing back and forth on his sword. Wherever his flying sword passed, not even a blade of grass remaine...