ke me to translate!He recalled what Yang Guan had told him before, if he remembered correctly, Yang Guan had said something like this.The members of the Haotiangmeng have arrived. We can't keep the or...More beams of light ripped through space, crashing upon the summoning altar.
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A tremendous shockwave swept across the land, even though Lu Ye and the others had left ahead of time, they were knocked to the ground by the aftershock. Among those who pursued them, the blood race suffered casualties on the spot.
Having finally steadied himself, Lu Ye hurriedly raised his eyes to look towards the altar.
At first glance, he was taken aback.
"How is this possible" In mid-air, Huang Liang's expression drastically changed.
What came into view left him speechless. The summoning altar built by the blood clan, which had lost the protection of its magical barrier, endured a full barrage from the spirit ship and remained unscathed!
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
A moment ago, Huang Liang had been certain that Lu Ye had broken the protective barrier and that the altar protected by it would be destroyed.
In fact, the solidity of this altar is beyond imagination!
All the Longteng cultivators who were paying attention to the movements of this altar were stunned.
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However, the sword formation was broken at a corner. Facing a powerful adversary like Blood Executioner, it was incredibly difficult to stabilize the situation. For a time, the sword formation of Haoran Academy was in imminent danger.
Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.
It turns out it was all a ruse!
The blood clan cultivators of the Blood Altar and the Blood Reapers joined the battlefield without hesitation, not because they were pressured by the situation or careless, but because that altar itself was impregnable!
After all, this altar was crafted from materials brought by the blood clan from the Blood Realm. It wouldn't be so easy to destroy.
The existence of the protective magical barrier serves as both a safeguard and a veil, leading Long Teng to believe that destroying the altar simply requires breaking through the barrier.
In fact, the greatest despair comes after destroying the protective barrier.
That moment of lapse in concentration cost Dragon Soaring countless lives, and coupled with the Blood Race's mysterious formation deployed here, any early advantages they had accumulated vanished.
But that's not the most desperate thing.
What is even more disheartening, is that from the chasm above the altar, an utterly foreign presence emanates. Within that chasm, shadowy figures flicker in and out of existence, as if poised to burst forth at any moment.
The altar is constantly pulling at the blood realm's arrival, blurring the lines between the blood realm and the dragon soar realm. Although it can't completely pull the blood realm down in a short time, the next batch of support from the blood clan is already prepared. It probably won't be long before more blood clans descend upon Dragon Soar.
Once such a situation arises, even the Dragon Soaring Cultivators will have no power to resist, and what awaits Dragon Soaring will only be annihilation!
"Charge again!" Huangliang's furious roar echoed through the air.
As his voice fell, the spirit boat formation anchored outside the battlefield buzzed again. After a moment, beams of light shot towards the summoning altar, crashing upon it.
The majestic altar, huge and imposing, only shook slightly, remaining unharmed.
The solidity of this altar far exceeded the imagination of Dragon Soaring Cultivators.
Huang Liang's eyes were bloodshot.
From a high vantage point, streaks of light like bolts of thunder swept across the sky, crashing down onto the altar every few moments with a deafening roar.
Thus the five realms...
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In the midst of their conversation, he suddenly exerted force with his hand, crushing the skull of the Sword Cultivator from Hao Ran Academy.
He looked up at Yuan Changcun, knowing in his heart that as long as he killed this man, the sword formation that had been troubling him would be completely broken.
At this moment, Yuan Changcun was also severely injured. A large piece of his chest had caved in, looking like it had been hit by a punch. When Blood Fiend's gaze fell on him, he clearly felt the breath of death enveloping him.
With no thoughts of retreat, Yuan Changcun simply raised his sword to his chest. His entire being blended with the long sword in his hand, becoming one.
As a sword cultivator, in the face of such a cataclysmic disaster, he had no reason to retreat, nor was it possible for him to retreat.
To die here was his only option!
When the blood hawk was about to attack, a surge of extremely ferocious and violent energy suddenly erupted from the direction of the altar.
The battlefield, once a cacophony of clashing swords and roaring flames, fell silent in an instant. A shiver of unease ran through both the bloodthirsty Blood Clan and the valiant Dragonriders of the human race.
Even the Blood Fiend, who was completely unfazed even when falling into a sword array, finally changed his expression at this moment.
"Huh"
Turning their head towards the altar, they saw a crimson, elongated figure appear in the middle of the air sometime ago.
That figure, towering at approximately three zhang tall, was a set of armor. The armor was covered in countless meticulously crafted scales. At the elbows of both arms, two bone spurs protruded backward, gleaming with a chillingly cold light.
The head of the Yanjia armor is angular and sharp, clearly crafted by a master craftsman with exquisite skill. It gleams with a cold, metallic sheen, while its face features a pair of crimson blood eyes that reflect a chilling light.
A hard, wild, and ferocious aura spread unchecked, the crimson, elongated figure seeming to become the very center of heaven and earth at this moment.
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Who was capable of slaying the dragon, and who could have used the dragon's body to create such a magnificent scale armor
Such a treasure, not to mention just being in the Dragon Soaring Realm, even if it were placed in the Blood Realm, would be invaluable.
This is definitely not something this realm possesses, even if this realm had once given birth to a Divine Sea Realm, it wouldn't be qualified to create such a divine artifact.
On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the suddenly appearing scarlet figure, sighing inwardly.
It finally... came to this. I've been forced to use this last resort.
The dragon seat was in Lu Ye's hands, he knew that. If his judgment was correct, Lu Ye was the destined savior. Then the dragon seat was the savior, and also the means by which this world countered the disaster. Otherwise, why would the dragon seat appear at this time, coincidentally falling into Lu Ye's hands
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But from his standpoint, he didn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.
Zhuo Bufan's ending is clearly visible. To use such a divine object, what kind of good ending could he possibly have
However, when Longteng had exhausted all its trump cards and had no further means to cope with the catastrophe, the Dragon Throne became the last hope.
Therefore, he could understand Lu Ye's choice at this moment.
At the heart of heaven and earth, Lu Ye was enveloped by that crimson, slender figure. He felt his spirit soaring infinitely. Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!
Should we use the Dragon Seat It's ultimately a decision that requires careful consideration.
Having witnessed the consequences of Zhuang Bufan using the Dragon Seat, Lu Ye knew all too well the burden such a divine artifact placed on oneself.
Although Zhuang Bufan was powerful, Lu Ye was more confident in himself.
Besides, he always felt that the Dragon Seat had a strange sense of closeness to him.
He kept thinking, perhaps the little fairy doctor was right.
Zhuang Bufan took on such a massive burden and ultimately died because he didn't receive the recognition of the Dragon Throne. He was unable to control it, and forcing the power of the Dragon Throne resulted in his demise.
If we could gain the approval of the Dragon Seat, things wouldn't be so bad.brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint,...