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Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Smoke of war undulated up into the skies as battles waged on the hillocks closest to the frontline. Even from a distance, one could almost make out the myriad-colored death rays weaving here and there as well as the violent trepidation of spiritual energies rippling from there.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The battle lasted just over a quarter of an hour. Lu Ye and his squadmates rested in the woods, each leaning against a tree trunk while they recuperated and healed, leaving their mounts to lick their own wounds.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The Qin reinforcements hastily withdrew to a safe distance and maintained their surveillance from there. It was not that they were afraid of battle, but rather, because of the vast difference in numbers.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys What an uncanny coincidence it was that not only did Lu Ye’s squad share the same number of members as the enemy squad, even their composition of Cultivators based on ranks was exactly the same.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Battles in the Dragon Spring Conference were often waged between squads belonging to the three contesting factions.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye had a walk around the campsite the next day with the Medical Cultivator Mu Ling chaperoning him.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Xie Jin tossed the Storage Bag at Lu Ye.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The Combat Cultivator could barely keep his rage in check as his eyes throbbed. [This scoundrel is skilled in spells! How could I have been so careless!] Still, he adamantly stood his ground, choosing not to evade, but instead, he channeled every ounce of Spiritual Power he could muster and swung his hammer forward.
