This is precisely the moment to swiftly slay the Sacred Seed. The trio doesn't want to waste time here, contesting against a Sacred Seed whose saintliness is too strong for even Lu Ye to suppress. Instead, they prefer to pick off the easier targets.

"What are you doing?" From within the Blood River, a confused voice of an elder from the human race is heard, unable to comprehend why Jian Guhong and Wu Deshao entered only to leave again so quickly.

This is not a common marketplace.

Receiving no response, the trio is already headed to the next battlefield location.

In the Blood River, the Sacred Seed's expression shifts to one of suspicion and gravity because he cannot ignore the saintliness Lu Ye revealed when he activated the Blood River.

A human race cultivator, possessing such powerful saintliness, is unheard of.

Such saintliness, among the Sacred Seeds deployed this time, only he could suppress, or just two others could slightly compare, while others fall short.

A sudden sense of dread arises.

Mental Consciousness quickly spreads out to monitor the surroundings, and what he discovers leaves him stunned.

The number of Sacred Seed's auras has diminished, nearly by half, and on the main battlefield, the human race is clearly gaining the upper hand, launching a fierce counterattack!

The most feared incident has occurred.

Upon realizing Lu Ye harbors saintliness, he already suspected the human race was hunting the Sacred Seeds. Initially thinking that time was short and the Sacred Seeds' losses wouldn't be too significant.

But the actual situation far exceeds the dreadful expectations.

The trio has already headed toward the nearby Sacred Seed, which is undoubtedly unable to withstand the powerful saintliness of that human. With the assistance of human race's top fighters, they are bound to meet their end soon.

It's evident the trio is using this tactic to break the Sacred Seeds one by one, causing immense losses to their side.

In an instant, fury blinds his eyes. Had he reacted quicker, he would have activated the Blood River to trap the trio, and might have killed the human with saintliness himself, though Lu Ye is only at Divine Sea Level 5.

But he was truly shocked at that moment, overlooking that possibility, and by the time he reacted, they had already escaped the Blood River's domain.

This battle... it's impossible to continue!

The human race has hidden a trump card specifically targeting the Sacred Seeds, causing immeasurable losses to their side. Continuing the battle, the Sacred Seeds deployed this time likely won't survive.

Once losses at the Sacred Seed level result in a breakdown, any advantage on the main battlefield is futile.

In fact, the losses now nearly constitute a breakdown, as they don't hold the advantage on the main battlefield, and almost half the Sacred Seeds in the separate battlefields are dead or injured. This operation to besiege the Righteous Blood Sacred Land has already failed.

The forces must be preserved as much as possible. He may not care about the deaths of ordinary Blood Race members, but the losses of Sacred Seeds cannot be replenished quickly, and even Divine Sea Realm Blood Race members do not grow easily.

With a thought, this Blood Race Sacred Seed has made a decision.

A continuous long howl emanates, the sound radiating across the battlefield.

All Blood Races who hear this howl freeze briefly, knowing it is a retreat signal.

To suddenly retreat amidst such an intense battle is not a wise decision. In clashes between two armies, casualties are inevitable, and even with an advantage, thoroughly vanquishing the other side is not easy and comes at a significant cost.

But if one side abruptly retreats, the other side will likely be overjoyed, as pursuit is when victories can be most expanded.

The Sacred Seeds have been fighting Righteous Blood Sacred Land for decades, even without prior war experience, they should know the drawbacks of ordering a retreat now.

Unless there's an irresistible reason...

All living Sacred Seeds hurriedly expand their Mental Consciousness to investigate, and the next moment, their faces change drastically.

Previously, they were wrapped in battles with their opponents, with no time to divert attention, and thought the battle had only started, the situation wasn't expected to undergo any decisive change.

But the reality leaves them feeling as if plunged into an ice pit.

No one knows what exactly happened, but the sudden reduction in Sacred Seed auras is undeniable, and so the living Sacred Seeds realize a power they had ignored is swiftly slaying those of Sacred Seed level.

The Sacred Seeds have always been high and mighty, whether in bloodline or strength, being top-tier in this realm. Even facing the elders of the human race, they generally don't lag, and with the Blood River, can even fend off multiples briefly.

But if there truly is a force capable of swiftly killing them, then their reliance becomes impotent.

Without such dependence, naturally, their hearts feel anxious.

Thus, upon perceiving the battlefield's situation, nearly every Blood Race Sacred Seed makes an immediate decision to retract the Blood River and flee outward.

The top human race cultivators fighting against them certainly pursue relentlessly!

The Sacred Seeds have fled, ordinary Blood Races can't hold on anymore. The massive military formation scatters in panic instantly.

On the main battlefield, the human race army is dumbfounded.

Everyone knew that in this war, the human side had no chance of losing. With the addition of the Bingzhou army battalion, the defense on the Sacred Land's side wasn't easy to break; victory was just a matter of time. However, the sheer size of the Blood Race army wasn't something that could be easily destroyed.

But no one expected the Blood Race to make such a decision at this moment.

How long has the battle been going on?

From the moment the Blood Race launched their all-out attack, with the Sacred Seeds and the top experts of the human race engaged, it had only been a little over two hours, and the Blood Race army was already retreating?

In previous wars, more than two hours would barely have been enough for both sides to probe each other, not yet reaching the point of showcasing real skills.

To put it bluntly, this was a war so abruptly short that it was unimaginable.

After a brief moment of shock, angry shouts echoed from every part of the defensive lines around the Sacred Island, summarizing into one command: "Kill!"

The combat and physique cultivators who had been idle for a long time were the first to charge out. During the prior clashes between the two armies, they really had no opportunity to engage, at most channeling spirit force to energize the arrays on the defensive lines. For combat and physique cultivators accustomed to close-quarter fighting, this was sheer torment.

Originally, they thought that once the enemy army approached a certain distance, they'd finally have room to act. But who would have thought that after Lu Ye took action to slay numerous Sacred Seeds and the veteran seniors joined the battle array, the Blood Race army showed signs of being suppressed, leaving them even less chance to act.

Traveling millions of miles from the Nine Provinces to the Blood Refinement World to partake in such a massive battle, it wouldn't do to just be spectators, right?

Every combat, physique, and even ghost cultivator had long been thirsty for action.

So when the order to pursue and kill came, they charged the fastest and the fiercest. To them, the fleeing figures of the Blood Race weren't just enemies from a foreign domain, but a moving pool of battle merit!

Who wouldn't covet it?

Fortunately, despite the pursuit, the formation wasn't chaotic. The cultivators all formed groups of three to five, establishing formations with the As-Close-As-Siblings Array Disc. In an instant, what rushed out from the small islands of the Sacred Island's defensive line were not just figures, but virtual shadows of ferocious beasts connected by multiple formations.

It was as if an invisible ancient gate had been opened, releasing ancient ferocious beasts. The virtual shadows of these beasts were all of different types, diverse and varied.

There were also those that weren't ferocious beast shadows but instead condensed into shapes like knives, swords, or hammers, appearing strange yet menacing.

In terms of escape speed, the Blood Race held an advantage because almost every Blood Race member whose cultivation had reached a certain level could perform the Blood Escape Technique. The speed of the Blood Escape Technique ranks among the top of all escape techniques, capable of being used for life-saving in critical moments.

So under the same realm, if the Blood Race were determined to flee, the human race's cultivators might not have a good way to catch them.

But at this moment, it wasn't just one or two Blood Race members fleeing; it was a complete rout of the entire army in four directions. Some who were quick to see the situation had already turned to flee, while those slow to react were still foolishly charging forward, leading to chaotic collisions.

At this juncture, the formations formed by the human cultivators surged in for the kill, with many top human experts leading the charge, cutting through the Blood Race ranks like ships breaking through the waves, stirring up endless slaughter.

In the blink of an eye, the edges of the Blood Race formation dissolved significantly, with countless Blood Race members meeting their untimely deaths.

Having waited eagerly for so long, the combat, physique, and ghost cultivators could finally unleash all their might in a grand battle, each like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

Amidst the chaotic flashes of blades and swords, mixed with attacks from various magic and spells, they freely harvested the enemies from all directions.

On the small islands of the defensive line surrounding the Sacred Island, Feng Wujiang stood aloft, looking at this dramatic scene with a mix of tears and laughter.

He had never entered the fray because he needed to stay here to oversee the grand scheme of things.

At this moment, the only ones remaining on the surrounding islands were the human race cultivators from the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, as the entire Bingzhou army battalion had charged out.

The Sacred Land cultivators left behind all looked at Feng Wujiang eagerly, each with eyes full of anticipation, waiting for the Sacred Master's command.

Feeling their spirit, Feng Wujiang said, "Then go and enjoy the slaughter!"

Given the current situation, there's no need to keep any power in reserve.

As soon as the words left his mouth, cheers erupted, and the remaining Sacred Land cultivators all rushed out.

Only some healing cultivators and injured cultivators remained on the small islands. The healing cultivators stayed due to their responsibilities, needing to remain to receive and treat the wounded cultivators to preserve as much of the human race's strength as possible.

The injured were forced to stay; having been wounded in previous battles, it wasn't wise to rashly re-enter the fray.

Yet, there were also those who couldn't care less, as missing such a grand event might leave them with no chance of making up for it in this lifetime.

There was even a cultivator almost entirely bandaged like a mummy struggling to rise. Hua Ci, who was treating other cultivators nearby, turned to him with a gentle smile: "Fellow Daoist, where do you plan to go?"

The cultivator raised an arm and declared, "I can still fight!"

Hua Ci decisively raised a hand, pointing a finger at him: "No, you cannot!"

The cultivator, who had barely managed to get up, immediately collapsed softly, his eyes and mouth crooked, his face turning a shade of green...

Hua Ci turned again, smilingly looking at another being treated: "It seemed you had something to say just now, Fellow Daoist?"

The cultivator quickly shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, I have nothing to say."