Sage of Humanity-Chapter 728 - 726 Giant Ant Shakes the Tree

Xuezhou is located in the northern territory of Soaring Dragon, where the land is barren and the climate harsh. Not only is the population sparse, but the environment is also more severe than in other parts of Soaring Dragon.

The sky of Xuezhou is almost always shrouded in thick clouds, seldom allowing the sunlight to pierce through.

However, on this day, as the fleet of giant spirit ships continued to advance, the perennial clouds began to dissipate, and wherever the fleet went, sunlight streamed down.

In the midst of this, nearly all Soaring Dragon cultivators felt as if fate itself had descended upon them.

Aboard the leading enormous tower ship, several figures stood erect, including Huang Liang, Yuen Changcun, and Guang Jing, who gazed solemnly at the scene toward Sky Ravine.

The earlier battle had already made them witness the strength and cunning of the Blood Race. This time, the Soaring Dragon cultivation world could almost be said to have left the nest; if they could not emerge victorious in a single battle, then Soaring Dragon would have no future to speak of.

It wasn't that they didn't want to learn more about the Blood Race, but that there was no time to do so.

Based on the limited intelligence available, the only way for the Soaring Dragon domain to drive out the foreign enemy was to strike swiftly and decisively; there was no room for delay—the longer the delay, the less favorable the situation would be for Soaring Dragon.

Thus, despite the extremely hasty approach to this battle, Soaring Dragon had no choice but to bite the bullet and press on.

As the three observed the situation at Sky Ravine and continuously exchanged their opinions, the cultivators of the Three Great Overlord Sects nearby conveyed their commands down the line.

Lu Ye stood not far from the trio.

About half a day earlier, the Soaring Dragon cultivators from Medicine Valley, led by Huang Liang and others, had set out to converge with the Allied Forces coming from various places and pressed toward Sky Ravine.

Lu Ye naturally followed them.

Not to mention that he had Insight into the ultimate goal of his journey into the Soaring Dragon secret realm, making it impossible for him to stay in Medicine Valley and take care of himself alone. Even the prospect of earning battle merit for slaying members of the Blood Race meant he couldn't possibly remain idle.

His current cultivator rank was only at Cloud River Level 6, and to advance to Level 7, merely relying on his current battle merits of less than thirty thousand points was not enough.

He needed more.

In such a battle that could determine the existence of a domain, if managed well, battle merits would undoubtedly be plentiful. Perhaps after this experience, he would have sufficient capital to attempt to advance to Level 7 and even Level 8...

Huang Liang and the others had already discussed their strategy thoroughly. Looking forward again, bloodlight soared into the sky around Sky Ravine, and even from tens of miles away, the intense fighting spirit of the Blood Race could be felt.

Apart from the cultivators who had previously fled into Medicine Valley, none had ever encountered the Blood Race. However, in recent days, everyone had heard news about the Blood Race, aware of the trickery of their Blood Race secret techniques, so many were visibly nervous.

On each towering ship, instructors comforted their disciples, stoking their fighting spirit, and the impassioned cries rose and fell.

"Young friend, the battle will inevitably be chaotic once it begins; you must be careful," Huang Liang turned to Lu Ye and cautioned.

Having already decided that he was the savior, Huang Liang naturally cared about Lu Ye's safety more than anyone else.

Initially, he did not want to bring Lu Ye to such a dangerous place, but upon further thought, if Lu Ye truly was the savior, he would inevitably be caught up in this storm no matter where he was.

Rather than letting him stay in Medicine Valley, it was better to keep an eye on him, so that if there truly was any danger, he could lend a hand.

"I will keep that in mind," Lu Ye nodded.

After a brief silence, Huang Liang cautioned softly, "Do not use the Dragon Throne rashly!"

If Lu Ye truly was the savior, then the Dragon Throne must be the means of salvation, the Soaring Dragon's response to a great disaster. However, the Dragon Throne, a divine object, was too dangerous to wield.

He clearly remembered Zhuang Bufan's fate; Lu Ye, who was just at Cloud River Level 6, would likely die immediately if he used the Dragon Throne.

Lu Ye nodded.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall previous events.

Zhuang Bufan had entrusted the Dragon Throne to him before his death. Lu Ye had naturally not been idle and spent the days researching this divine object.

Vaguely, he felt the Dragon Throne had an innate affinity for him.

He didn't know if Zhuang Bufan had felt the same when he possessed the Dragon Throne, and now there was nowhere to ask, but it was highly likely that he hadn't.

Little Miracle Healer had said that Zhuang Bufan had not received the Dragon Throne's acknowledgment, therefore unable to wield it, and forcibly doing so inflicted tremendous harm on himself.

But what if one could gain the Dragon Throne's acknowledgment? Could it then be controlled?

Lu Ye hadn't dared to try, fearing that things were not as he assumed, and any rash attempt would only worsen his situation.

The reason Zhuang Bufan ended up on the verge of exhaustion was that he had activated the power of the Dragon Throne after obtaining it to see its true nature. That time, he did not use it in battle...

Whenever Lu Ye had the chance over the past few days, he attempted to refine the Dragon Throne, and the progress was remarkably smooth. This divine object showed no resistance to his spirit force, but rather seemed eager to accept it.

By today, Lu Ye had fully refined the Dragon Throne, ready to unleash its power at any moment.

This was undoubtedly good news for him; no matter how dire the situation, he ultimately possessed a trump card he could use.

The fleet continued to journey forward, and the distance of tens of miles was quickly covered.

There were no pre-battle mobilizations; everything that needed to be said had been addressed before departure. Faced with an invading enemy like the Blood Race, the only thing Soaring Dragon cultivators needed to do was one.

Kill!

Exterminate all of the Blood Race, and Soaring Dragon's crisis would be lifted.

The distance drew closer, and with it, the unique visages of the Blood Race came clearly into view for the Soaring Dragon cultivators.

Accompanied by a deafening buzzing sound, the building ship that Lu Ye was on suddenly shook, and a thick beam of light, like roaming thunderbolts, blasted forward.

It was the Formation on the spirit ship unleashing its power.

In the Nine Provinces, there were Flying Dragon Ships used for sieging and attacking forts, and naturally, Soaring Dragon had them too.

However, because the upper limit of Soaring Dragon cultivators was not high, these spirit ships had much less power compared to the Flying Dragon Ships, and they were extremely difficult to construct.

In the entire Soaring Dragon World, there were only ten such battleships, each controlled by the Three Great Overlord Sects.

A few days ago, one had been lost in a big battle, leaving only nine remaining.

Now, all nine of these battleships were deployed, arrayed in a line. As the first buzzing sounded, the other eight also resounded almost simultaneously.

The beams of light that streaked forth were not solitary, but a total of nine!

A thousand feet of distance vanished in the blink of an eye. Nine extremely powerful attacks that Level 6 cultivators from the Cloud River Realm couldn't possibly defend against struck directly toward the massive ritual altar.

Destroying the Blood Race was important, but destroying the Bridging Altar was even more so.

As long as they could destroy this Bridging Altar, they would be able to delay the arrival of the Blood World and leave the Blood Race in front of them isolated and without reinforcements.

If they could achieve this, Soaring Dragon would be able to secure an invincible position in this battle.

This was also the plan that Huang Liang and others had previously discussed.

Pair after pair of eyes converged, each person's heart lifted with anticipation.

The nine beams of light, carrying a force that could destroy and pull down all in its path, tore through the Void, leaving behind clear imprints in their wake.

Some of the Blood Race who were setting up an array in the front were inadvertently hit by the beams of light. They didn't even have time to react before they directly turned into blood mist and disappeared.

With such terrifying might, no matter what material the altar was constructed from, once hit, it would surely be wiped from existence.

However, just as the nine beams of light were about to hit the altar, a thick blood-colored light screen suddenly appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the entire altar.

Boom, boom, boom...

As the loud noises spread, ripple after ripple emanated on the blood-colored light screen, spreading outwards like concentric circles.

Witnessing this scene from afar, Huang Liang and the others clenched their teeth tightly.

Although they had anticipated it, actually seeing the Blood Race set up a protective array next to the Bridging Altar left them nonetheless reluctant to accept it.

"How ludicrous,"

Within the Blood Race camp, Blood Owl looked on at this scene with a calm expression, unfazed.

The Blood Race had invaded countless domains and were thoroughly familiar with how to deal with the current situation. So no matter how the Soaring Dragon responded, it was all within the Blood Race's expectations.

How could something as important as the Bridging Altar not be protected by a Formation, they thought?

And the array set by the Blood Race was certainly not something the Soaring Dragon World could decipher.

In other words, it wasn't Soaring Dragon, but the Blood Race, who stood on invincible ground in this battle!

"Again!" Huang Liang roared lowly.

Boom, boom, boom...

Another round of simultaneous attacks followed, and nine thick beams of light struck toward the altar like thunder dragons, but apart from causing ripples on the blood-colored light screen, they had no effect whatsoever.

The power of this protective array had surpassed the limits of what the Soaring Dragon cultivators could handle.

"Again!" Huang Liang shouted once more.

He refused to believe the protective array could continue like this indefinitely.

Boom, boom, boom...

But when the beams of light dissipated and the spirit force settled, the scene that came into view was one of despair.

"Damn it all!" Huang Liang's angry beard trembled. He was about to give another order when Yuen Changcun stopped him: "We can't continue like this."

After three consecutive powerful strikes in a short period of time, the Formation on the spirit ship could barely withstand the load. If they were to attack one more time, regardless of whether the other side's protective array could withstand it, their own spirit ship definitely would not.

Guang Jing sighed softly on the side. If they had known this would be the outcome, they might as well have targeted the Blood Race camp. At least that way, the Blood Race would have sustained some damage.

But then again, such attacks required a long period to build up and lacked flexibility, so they were generally used for storming cities and forts. To use them against individual cultivators would be futile; by the time the attack was ready, any cultivator sensing danger would likely have already fled.

So even if they did so, the impact on the Blood Race wouldn't have been significant.

If the spirit ship was ineffective, then they could only charge through and engage in battle.

In this battle, who knew how many Soaring Dragon cultivators would lose their lives.

With a heart full of sorrow, Huang Liang raised one hand. Under the watchful eyes of all, he swung his hand down fiercely: "Charge!"

In the next instant, the cultivators from the Three Great Overlord Sects rose to travel through air first, valiantly charging toward the Blood Race's lines. Closely following behind the cultivators of the Three Great Overlord Sects, numerous cultivators from all forces within Soaring Dragon surged forward.

The great battle began!