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Blood spurted in clumps, accompanied by whirling lights, while screams rose incessantly.
Where Lu Ye passed, a sickening storm of blood raged, with limbs and flesh flung wildly. Behind him, as the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators fell, bits of red luminescence flew out, chasing after his figure like stars in pursuit of the moon.
By the time Lu Ye had effortlessly broken through the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators' formation, there were already thirty red luminous points chasing after him.
Each of those points of light represented the fall of a cultivator—thirty points meant thirty had fallen…
And many more were injured.
The glows one by one vanished into Lu Ye's battlefield marking.
The corpses of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators fell from the sky like dumplings, plummeting into the virulent green barriers below.
Although the loss was not insignificant, compared to the number of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators, it hardly mattered.