Chapter 145: The Game Between the Two Camps

previously resided, she came across the young man who seemed to have been painted with blood. Even though she was accustomed to seeing injured cultivators, she couldn't help but furrow her brow in co...As if the sun had fallen, the fireball crashed into the protective barrier, causing the entire base to tremble. Spiritual energy exploded outwards, and though the barrier held back the technique's power, the intense force seeped through, raising the temperature within the base considerably for a time.

The guardian deity in residence here wouldn't dare to neglect such an order. He immediately sent a message to his senior brothers and sisters, realizing that Feng Yuechan was serious.

For a time, within the battlefield's inner circle, numerous cultivators from Bailianggu who were rushing outwards shouted curses and retreated in all directions.

What's particularly outrageous is that a Haotangmeng sect called Dading Palace, crossed the territories of several other sects, and declared war on Zhaotimen, who are thousands of miles away from them...

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When the war was declared, those low-level cultivators at Zhaotian Gate were dumbfounded. They were thousands of miles apart, their territories not adjacent to each other. Although they belonged to different factions, there wasn't much animosity between them. They didn't know how they had provoked Dading Palace in the first place.

Only a few high-level cultivators understood what was happening because they had received orders from the main sect of Jiuzhou. Those orders instructed them to immediately head to the outer perimeter of the battlefield and search for one person.

As for this declaration of war, they naturally didn't want to pay attention. But ignoring it was impossible. After all, cultivators from the Great Heavenly Palace had traveled thousands of miles to their doorstep, blocking those low-level cultivators from leaving. The cultivators of the Zhaotimen who were at the eighth and ninth levels of Lingxi could only return to their base, stabilizing the hearts of the people.

This is a large-scale direct confrontation between the Haotian Alliance and the Wàn Mó Lǐng, two major camps at the Lingxi battlefield after decades. This incident involves too many sects, even those in the core circle are paying close attention. Such a confrontation concerns whether the banner of the former leader of the Kyushu Haotian Alliance can be retained!

This concerns the reputation of the Wanmo Ridge camp.

At this moment, in a remote wilderness, Lu Ye shook the blood off his long blade. Several cultivators from the Wàn Mó Lǐng camp lay defeated around him, their faces contorted in pain. Lu Ye's brow was furrowed with concern.

He felt something was off.

Several days ago, he killed that Uncle Dong at night. He then set off again towards the direction of Bixuezong's base, feeling relaxed both physically and mentally.

However, since the skirmish three days ago, something strange has been happening.

But he also thought a lot, perhaps this situation was not unchangeable. The talent tree needed to absorb some fire attributes or scorching power. This kind of power could not only make the leaves on the talent tree burn, but also serve as fuel for the talent tree, burning the poison of the dan.

If the fuel that was previously consumed is depleted, then it naturally wouldn't be able to exert the effect of burning the elixir poison anymore.

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