Sage of Humanity
Chapter 1044 - 1042: Blood Race Retreats

A massive Blood River suddenly appeared above the original location of the small island. It could no longer be called a Blood River; it should be called a Blood Sea.

Of course, compared to the true Blood Sea below it, it was still a small affair, yet it unfolded into an impressive defensive line.

This was the gathering of more than seventy Divine Sea Realm Blood Race secret techniques, combined with the help of the As-Close-As-Siblings Array Disc, and the aura of the Blood Sea became unified, showcasing immense power.

The Blood Sea surged and writhed, as if it were a living creature.

The Blood Clan army approached, and one Blood Race secret technique after another bombarded it, creating waves of ripples.

Beside the Blood Sea that spanned the sky were numerous human race cultivators who had lost their footing. Each one was using their means to clash against the Blood Race, resulting in a chaotic scene with lights intertwining.

But ultimately, the human race side had fewer numbers, and in this back-and-forth, they were easily at a disadvantage. In just a moment, they were nearly overwhelmed, suffering significant casualties.

At that moment, the Blood Sea wriggled and suddenly expanded, enveloping all the human race within.

Without the trace of the human race cultivators, the advancing Blood Race recklessly charged into the Blood Sea. Instantly, spirit force surged unceasingly within the Blood Sea.

Within the Blood Sea, Lu Ye and the Dao soldiers formed a formation, their auras closely linked, maneuvering through this chaotic environment, leaving a trail of bloodshed and chaos wherever they passed.

The Blood Sea was formed by seventy Blood Race Dao soldiers using secret techniques. This was their home ground, and they were under Lu Ye's command. What end could the Blood Race army, crashing into it, expect?

Lu Ye just kept swinging and slashing, and nearly every slash had its reward. He didn't need to deliberately seek out targets; the Blood Race Dao soldiers would guide him, even delivering Blood Race members falling into the Blood Sea right to him.

The many human race cultivators enjoyed the same treatment. One could say that in this vast Blood Sea, each of them had an invisible helper aiding them in slaying enemies and avoiding risks.

The Blood Race suffered continuous casualties, and the blood of the fallen Blood Race only served to expand the scale of the Blood Sea. From the outside, the massive Blood Sea writhed and morphed, appearing like a rapidly growing monster.

Still, Blood Race members poured into the Blood Sea unceasingly.

There were also Blood Race members attempting to bypass the Blood Sea by attacking from the air.

But the Blood Sea, as if it had eyes, periodically split out blood-colored long whips, pulling these upstart Blood Race cultivators in, where they were either killed or injured.

For the moment, it seemed no Blood Race member could break through the defensive line formed by the Blood Sea.

Reinforcements from small islands on either side were also drawn in to help, as everyone knew that under no circumstances could the Blood Race break through from here, or the mortals on the islands would suffer great casualties.

Though it could be said that a gap had been torn in the defensive line, now replaced and made more flexible and versatile by the secret techniques of the Blood Race Dao soldiers, this was an opportunity for the human race.

Inside the Blood Sea, Lu Ye no longer bothered to search for targets. He stood with Dao Thirteen, chewing on Blood Crystals to constantly replenish his own depletion. The Boulder Mountain Saber in his hand was ready to strike, and any Blood Race daring to appear before him was greeted by a deadly duo—one master, one servant, one saber, one fist.

Hardly any Blood Race could withstand them.

It's not that no Divine Sea Realm Blood Race entered here, but those Divine Sea Realm Blood Race could only fight alone. How could they contend with this massive Blood Sea? Within it, any intruding Blood Race was greatly suppressed. Even a Divine Sea Level 7 Blood Race could only exert the power of Levels 4-5.

The slaughter had not stopped since it began.

Every moment, the sound of life withering could be heard—not just from the human race, but the Blood Race as well.

Lu Ye didn't even know which side was prevailing at this point. In such large-scale battles, individual strength seemed so insignificant; he could only do what he needed to do.

Kill the enemy! Kill as many enemies as possible!

He trusted it was the same for the others.

Time passed exceedingly slowly, and Lu Ye had no idea how many Blood Race members he had killed. Initially, enemies were continuously sent to him, but gradually the frequency dropped, until finally, Lu Ye stood still, waiting for Blood Race members that never came. He had to take the initiative, yet reaped little.

He didn't know why this was the case. Perhaps most of the Blood Race had already been slaughtered, or maybe the Blood Race had broken through the defensive line of the Blood Sea and entered the Righteous Blood Sacred Land.

He hoped it was the former.

Until a certain moment, a gentle voice suddenly entered his ears from an unknown direction: "Come out, the Blood Race has retreated!"

Lu Ye was stunned for a moment, then soared up, bringing Dao Thirteen with him, making his way upwards. After a moment, he broke free from the confines of the Blood Sea, turned, and surveyed his surroundings.

As far as the eye could see, there were no more Blood Race figures around the islands, but in the distance, there were glimpses of blood light from retreating Blood Race.

The sound of deafening cheers came to his ears—it was the surviving human race cultivators celebrating, venting their emotions.

Lu Ye panted heavily, his face pale as paper, his body almost boiling over with killing intent that was hard to calm.

"Are you alright?" Lady Moon asked with concern.

Lu Ye shook his head somewhat dazedly.

He suddenly looked down at the Blood Sea below. This was the Blood Sea gathered by seventy-some Blood Race Dao soldiers under his command, but at this moment, its state was clearly not quite right.

It was more than five times larger than at the start, swelling and shrinking violently, appearing extremely unstable.

Lu Ye's Mental Consciousness surged, issuing orders to all Dao soldiers to cancel the secret technique, but it was futile.

The Blood Sea squirmed even more violently, seemingly wanting to split but was unable to do so.

This is the peculiar nature of the Blood Race secret technique. Although the Blood Rivers cast by the Blood Race can merge and support each other against the enemy, they cannot maintain this for too long. Otherwise, they will find it difficult to split, as the Blood Rivers of different Blood Races will truly fuse together if too much time passes.

Especially this time, over seventy Blood Race Dao soldiers were involved in the fusion, and the "As-Close-As-Siblings" was employed, making the fusion even more thorough.

Any great power comes at a price.

This part of the Blood Sea became a defensive line after the island shattered, creating a massive strategic advantage, helping the human race resist the Blood Race's army attack. But the cost was that they could no longer separate.

Figures of human race cultivators followed Lu Ye, tumbling out from the Blood Sea. Each was in a sorry state, injured, with some severely losing limbs.

The brutality of large-scale warfare was displayed before Lu Ye for the first time.

The number of surviving human race cultivators was not many, less than thirty percent of the original number. It was foreseeable that if the Blood Race's attack was a bit more intense, it would be tough to defend this side.

By that time, the Blood Race army could penetrate through this breach, with unimaginable consequences.

The Blood Sea squirmed more violently, and from within it, emotions of panic and helplessness transmitted—it's the struggle of the Blood Race Dao soldiers.

Lu Ye sighed, raised a hand, and slowly pressed downward, delivering his final command to the Dao soldiers.

The struggle ceased. The vast Blood Sea descended gradually with Lu Ye's pressed hand, eventually merging into the actual Blood Sea.

Waves surged, and the two became one, inseparable.

The greatest contributor to this battle met a bleak end, even though they were all of the Blood Race, leaving Lu Ye deeply moved nonetheless.

A figure descended from the sky, landing in front of Lu Ye—it was Feng Wujiang. Seeing Lu Ye, a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Junior Brother, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Lu Ye shook his head slightly.

That shake was not trivial, as it brought a fleeting sensation of dizziness. He stumbled momentarily and reached out to grab Dao Thirteen's arm: "I feel a bit dizzy."

Jingling...

A clear bell rang as a slender jade finger touched Lu Ye's forehead, and Lady Moon's voice resounded: "If you're tired, have a good rest."

Her voice was soft, like a murmur in a dream. Lu Ye glanced at her, then finally closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.

Dao Thirteen grabbed his collar, preventing him from falling.

"He's spent too much energy." Lady Moon looked at Feng Wujiang.

In this battle, Lu Ye continuously replenished his strength amid exhaustion. Both his spirit force and soul power were consumed like never before.

For an ordinary cultivator in a great battle, the strength they can exert is ultimately limited to what their physical body can endure, but Lu Ye was different. Because he replenished his expended power easily, he maintained maximum intensity from start to finish.

While killing enemies, his spirits were high, observing nothing unusual. However, once the battle ended and his tense nerves relaxed, the overwhelming fatigue hit him like tides, and he could no longer hold up.

Feng Wujiang scanned with his Mental Consciousness and understood Lu Ye's current state.

His life was not in danger, he just needed some time to recuperate: "Send him back and ask Granny Jiew to heal him."

Lady Moon nodded: "Of course."

The breach in the defense line could be held entirely thanks to Lu Ye's Blood Race Dao soldiers. Though fundamentally, it wasn't considered Lu Ye's merit, the dazzling performance of the "As-Close-As-Siblings" in this battle was undeniable.

Judging from the troops and formation displayed by the Blood Race this time, without the As-Close-As-Siblings Array Disc, Righteous Blood Sacred Land would have a hard time surviving. By then, the elders would lead a group of people to break through the siege, but the Sacred Land would be destroyed, the human race slaughtered, and decades of effort would turn to dust.

Wave after wave of cheers still echoed endlessly, celebrating the day's success in repelling the Blood Race army again.

Amidst the waves of cheers, Feng Wujiang sighed slightly.

This time, they managed to repel the Blood Race army and hold Righteous Blood Sacred Land, but what about next time?

In this war, the human race indeed won, but also lost.

One of the eleven archipelagos surrounding the Sacred Island was destroyed, leaving a breach open. Next time, the Blood Race will surely concentrate their forces in this direction, making it difficult for the human race to defend.

As the master of the Sacred Land, Feng Wujiang had to look further, inevitably worrying.

It was well-known that the Blood Race grows quickly, and even if they suffer heavy losses this time, it won't take many years for them to recover and stage a comeback.

However, the human race does not have such convenience.