Chapter 1864: A Battle Inscribed in History

and speculated that it might be the arrival of the insect tide.At that time, Lu Ye had just finished asking Li Baxian about the insect tide situation.The bolt of lightning that fell from the sky was...Blood surged, the lion's heart plummeted into the blood sea and vanished! Looking at that momentum, it seemed like he willingly plunged himself in.

"Finally caught you!" Ma Shangsi gritted his teeth, obviously very agitated. In the past, he had used the Blood Sea Technique with unfailing success, but this time, if it weren't for Lu Ye's talent tree avatar's help, it would have been quite difficult.

This made him realize that some of Yue Yao's strength was truly unreasonable. He himself was in the later stage of Yue Yao, but if he faced Lionheart alone, he would definitely not be a match.

The blood sea surged violently, and the Lionheart, sensing the perilous situation he was in, would not sit idly by. He immediately poured his power into stirring the blood sea.

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Even though Lü Ye's Panshan blade was incredibly sharp and constantly empowered by the divine spirit pattern, it could barely cause serious damage to the lion heart. It only managed to slightly break its skin.

This couldn't help but remind Lu Ye of the time when he was at a higher realm and faced off against Ri Zha. Back then, his own attacks were unable to break through the enemy's defenses. His powerful strikes often proved ineffective in such situations.

Unless they unleash the Windmill Technique and strike countless times in the same spot.

But would Lionheart give Lu Ye that chance

Therefore, what Lu Ye could only do was suppress the lion's heart, but he couldn't achieve any practical results.

In the midst of a raging blood sea, roars echoed through the air. Every time this happened, the churning of the blood sea would intensify. This invisible and intangible sonic assault was something that Marshal Maas couldn't dodge or avoid at all.ht flowed before her eyes again.The blade came down in a sweeping arc, its edge clashing against her twin swords. Her wrists shattered, sending jolts of pain through her arms. The short swords flew fr...