ess than fifty of the 300 demon cultivators who came to support escaped. Among the slain were guards from major sects, and even Yan Xing, ranked second on the Spirit Stream List, was beaten grievously...On the battlefield, spanning dozens of miles, cultivators from two clans fought to the death, blood splattered everywhere, and life dissipated.

In the world of cultivation, no cultivator had ever experienced such a grand and imposing scene.

Conflicts between cultivators usually don't involve too many people. The largest-scale events in the history of the Dragon Soaring Cultivation Realm were simply power struggles between a few sects, and even those struggles never reached a point of no return.

Although the number of vampires isn't as large as that of dragons, they are still quite numerous, with around seventy to eighty thousand.

This is no longer a struggle.

This is real war!

On the battlefield, life flickers and fades almost constantly. The scene is chaotic, with neither side seemingly gaining an advantage.

Lu Ye found himself mixed among the ranks of the soaring cultivators, fighting alongside them against their enemies.

Such a grand scene, with dragons soaring and cultivators everywhere, had never been witnessed by Lu Ye before. What about him He had never seen anything like it either.

The greatest scene he had ever encountered, which was the last time in that mine cave, facing two million demon ridge cultivators alone, however, that scene couldn't be compared to the current one at all.

On one side are the invaders, on the other, those defending themselves. The clash between cultivators from both sides is like two monstrous waves colliding, and those caught in the middle are like the splashes of water created by the impact—they can only be swept away by the current and have no control over their own fate.

Lucy Ye is trying to minimize her own consumption.

He didn't know how long this battle would last, but a war of this scale wasn't something that could be decided in a short amount of time. Therefore, it was especially important to find ways to effectively kill the enemy while conserving his own spiritual energy.

...and unlike the native cultivators of Long Teng Realm, he could gain merit points in addition to killing his enemies.

While such situations are not common, the blood clan would certainly have a way to deal with it.

"In the end, it's all meaningless!" Xue Xiao's voice, laced with disdain, echoed across the battlefield carried by spiritual energy. Even amidst the cacophony of battle cries and clashing steel, his words pierced through, a chilling reminder of his indifference.

As soon as his voice fell, the vast battlefield underwent a sudden and dramatic change.ur to meticulously maintain the formation of Lei Hou's roar before it roared back to life.After a brief moment, the large formation came together once more, and it was now the turn of the cultivators...