Chapter 1938: To Protect Our Homeland, It Is Our Bounden Dut

heard that Li Baxian is only at the fifth level of the Yunhe Realm now. Isn't this cultivation a bit low""Low cultivation doesn't mean anything, he is Li Baxian after all. If he grows to the ninth le...The time spent training in the Asura Realm is not fixed, and normally it wouldn't take too long, usually within one or two months. Lu Ye had experienced this twice before.

But there are exceptions. Some seasoned scenarios may take several years, even decades.

Therefore, cultivators who intentionally maintain their rankings needn't worry about cultivation disrupting their affairs.

Today, this trial ground is undoubtedly a great place for Lu Ye to quickly accumulate Asura Seals. Therefore, he didn't want it to end so soon. Ideally, he'd like to stay here for ten or even twenty years...

At the current rate of acquiring the Asura Mark, in a decade or so, we might be able to exchange all the treasures from the Asura Field.

He knew this was probably impossible, because the world level here was too low, and Asura Field wouldn't allow him to stay for long.

"Master, goodbye!" Yao Warm said, the other women standing behind her all looked at Lu Ye with grateful and reluctant expressions.

Now that they have escaped the sea of suffering and arrived at Ding'an City, no one will know about their past experiences. In the future, they can completely have a new life.

Lu Ye nodded. “Take care, everyone!”

He reached out and grabbed the reins of the black horse, then turned to leave.

At that moment, a sound of hurried hooves came thundering from afar, followed closely by the whooshing sound of arrows piercing the air.

Suddenly, there were bursts of "pop pop pop" sounds mixed with screams. The city gate became a chaotic mess!

Lu Ye was already holding a long spear in front of a group of women. Several broken arrows fell in front of him, but he noticed something was wrong and intercepted them in time, otherwise, someone among these women behind him would have been hit.

He narrowed his eyes and saw, about thirty paces away, a group of uninvited guests riding towards him. The man at the front had a fierce expression, only one eye visible, the other covered by a black cloth, like a dog-skin plaster.

The land leaves have already charged to the face of this one-eyed black cloth army, and the thick spear smashed forward.d races that feed on human flesh. The clash between the cultivators of the Nine Cauldrons and the blood races is now unavoidable.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!The cultiv...