With a thunderous crash, the newcomer did not dodge or evade, and forcefully smashed the fire dragon into a sky full of sparks, with a hint of black brilliance flashing past. The magic cultivator suspended in mid-air swayed slightly, blood spurted from his neck, and he plummeted towards the ground.
Meanwhile, the black fleeing light wrapped around the thunderbolt dove into the battle, leaving behind a trail of screams and limbs and flesh flown into the air, instantly turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a veritable Asura Purgatory.
In the crowd, Lu Ye watched the dancing black fleeing light. Although he did not know who was coming, nor could he clearly see their movements, the black fleeing light gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling.
It was an inexplicable sense of closeness.
Lu Ye looked down at his battlefield marking, which emanated a slight warmth, a feeling of originating from the same source flowing from the black fleeing light.