The clothes on the upper body were almost shredded into rags, just hanging on him like that, through the gaps in the clothes, we could vaguely see the scars on his body.

This is why even though Lu Ye killed many enemies and acted so ferociously, the monks from Wanmo Ridge still did not retreat.

Lu Ye's strength is indeed terrifying, but manpower is sometimes poor after all. He has suffered so many injuries, and he must be at the end of his strength.

If you give up at this time, all previous efforts will be in vain!

At this point in the war, even if it wasn't for the huge reward, even if he didn't have any enmity with Lu Ye before, he still wanted to witness the result with his own eyes.

A long-awaited result of the fall of Tianjiao!

The fierce battle was especially fierce. In the midair, many figures moved up and down, and colorful aura rays intertwined and shuttled back and forth.

Except for a few Yunhe Ninth-Layer cultivators, none of the remaining Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators is as good as Lu Ye.

Regardless of whether it is a seventh-level or eighth-level realm, once he finds an opportunity to slash it with a knife, he will not be killed or injured. Even those few Yunhe ninth-level realms cannot withstand the indescribably violent slash. A mess.

The number of monks in Wanmo Ridge continued to decrease.

However, looking around, Lu Ye described that although it was miserable, the momentum was getting stronger and stronger, as if there was no end.

The shouts of the monks from Wanmo Ridge came one after another, trying to cheer themselves up and encourage others at the same time, but they couldn't avoid the fate of death one after another.

Everyone was shocked.

Huge doubts can't help but arise from my heart.

Lu Yiye...why isn't he dead yet?

Why is he still alive?

Since the fierce battle, many monks from Wanmo Ridge have caused at least hundreds of injuries to him. Under normal circumstances, the opponent should have lost the ability to fight. How could he become more fierce as he fought?

After another fierce confrontation, Lu Ye stood alone in midair.

He was surrounded by monks from Wanmo Ridge in all directions.

Lu Ye didn't make another move, and the Wanmo Ridge side didn't dare to act rashly, each of them was vigilant, and their spiritual power was secretly urged, and the scene was tense.

Raising his eyes and scanning the faces in front of him, he casually twisted a knife in his hand with the Panshan Dao, raised his hand to grab his tattered top, and yanked it violently.

It was almost shredded into strips of cloth, and the blood-stained top was ripped off, revealing Lu's tall, slender, muscular upper body.

His upper body was already stained red with blood, and under the scorching sun, he seemed to be wearing a dark red armor.

But the gazes of all the monks in Wanmo Ridge became horrified at this moment, and they finally understood why Lu Ye had never died.

Because looking around, there were large and small wounds all over his body, but no blood flowed from each wound, and some wounds even looked like they were starting to heal.

What kind of resilience is this?

What kind of terrifying physique is this?

Before that, everyone felt that Lu Ye must be at the end of his battle after suffering so many injuries. It wasn't until they saw the truth about these injuries that they realized that everything before was just their own wishful thinking.

From perception, the vitality in Lu Ye's body was like a ball of fire burning blazingly, and it was frighteningly strong.

A strong vitality will naturally make the body stronger, and at the same time make the recovery ability more outstanding. JrNovels.com