More light pillars broke through the space and bombarded the traction altar.
A huge impact swept across all directions. Even if Lu Ye and others left early, those who were hit by the aftermath were knocked over and some of the Vampires who were chasing them were killed on the spot.
After finally regaining his balance, Lu Ye quickly raised his eyes and looked toward the altar.
Upon seeing what he saw, he looked startled.
"How could it be?" The yellow beam that was paying attention in mid-air suddenly changed color.
The scene that caught his eye made him unbelievable. The traction altar built by the vampires, after losing the protection of the protective circle, withstood a round of attacks from the spirit ship without any damage!
More expectation, more disappointment.
A moment ago, Huang Liang thought that Lu Ye had broken the protective circle and the traction altar protected by it would be destroyed.
But in fact, the strength of this altar is beyond imagination!
All the Soaring Dragon cultivators who paid attention to the activities on this side of the altar lost their minds.
"You ants...what are you expecting?" the blood owl's cold and stern voice sounded. He rolled up a layer of blood and started to kill the monk from Haoran Academy who was closest to him.
The monk was in a daze and failed to block the blood owl's attack. He stabbed his chest with one hand, and his beating heart was directly pulled out.
"Junior Brother Qi!" A cry of surprise rang out, and more than a dozen strong men from Haoran Academy quickly turned their minds and used their swords to kill the enemy.
However, a corner of the sword formation was broken, and they were dealing with a strong man like Blood Owl. How difficult would it be to stabilize the formation? For a moment, the sword formation at Haoran Academy was in danger.
Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.
It turns out that it was all just a pretense!
The reason why the blood owl and the vampire monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without any worries was not because of the situation or because they were careless, but because the altar itself was indestructible!
After all, this is an altar made of materials brought by the vampires from the blood realm. How can it be destroyed so easily?
The existence of the protective magic circle is a layer of protection and a layer of cover, making Long Teng mistakenly believe that the altar can be destroyed as long as the protective magic circle is broken.
But in fact, the greatest despair comes after destroying the protective circle.
The loss of concentration in that moment caused countless casualties on Long Teng's side. Coupled with the influence of the inexplicable formation arranged by the Vampires here, the advantage accumulated by Long Teng in the early stage was gone.
And this is not the most desperate.
What makes people feel even more desperate is that there is an extremely strange atmosphere coming from the ravine above the altar, and in that ravine, there are vague figures floating up and down, as if they can come through the sky at any time.
The altar is always pulling the Blood Realm to come, the boundary between the Mohu Blood Realm and the Soaring Dragon Realm. Although it is impossible to completely pull down the Blood Realm in a short time, the next batch of support from the Blood Clan is already ready. I am afraid it won't take long.
More vampires are coming to Longteng.
Once something like this happens, the Soaring Dragon monk will no longer be able to resist it. All that awaits the Soaring Dragon is destruction!
"Attack again!" Huang Liang roared.
As his voice fell, the spirit ship array parked outside the battlefield buzzed again. After a moment, beams of light swept towards the traction altar and struck on the altar.
The majestic and huge altar only shook slightly, but remained intact.
The strength of this altar exceeds Brother Longteng's imagination.
Huang Liang's eyes were all bloodshot.
This time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of attack by the spirit ships had arrived.
Looking down from high in the sky, thunderous pillars of light would sweep over every moment and bombard the altar with great force.
Five rounds like this...
Huang Liang finally saw hope. There were clearly some pits and cracks on the altar where it was bombarded.
This altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as the force is strong enough, it can be destroyed.
However, just when hope arose in his heart again, a sudden explosion came from outside the battlefield.
Huang Liang was startled and looked up, only to see the spiritual ships over there exploding one after another.
It was not that it was destroyed by the vampires, but that the power of attacking the city was continuously stimulated, and the magic circle on the spirit ship could no longer hold up.
The explosion of the magic circle caused the destruction of one spiritual ship after another.
"I am soaring from the sky!" Huang Liang's heart was ashen, a mouthful of blood surged into his throat, he spurted out a mouthful of blood mist, and his whole body's breath weakened rapidly.
There was obviously hope again, but this hope was cruelly extinguished. The ups and downs of mood several times, even people like Huang Liang couldn't bear it.
"Hahahaha!" The blood owl's sharp laughter sounded. He spread his fingers and grasped the head of a swordsman from Haoran Academy like a chicken. His sarcastic voice spread throughout the battlefield: "I have to say, you guys
The human race of this world is qualified to become the blood food of my blood race, so resist as much as you want, but you will not have this opportunity in the future!"
While he was speaking, he exerted force on his hand and crushed the head of the sword cultivator from Haoran Academy.
He raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he killed this man, the sword formation that troubled him would be completely broken.
Yuan Changcun was also seriously injured at this moment, with a large dent in his chest. It looked like he had been hit by a punch. When the blood owl looked at it, he clearly felt the aura of death enveloped him.
Without any thought of escaping, Yuan Changcun just raised his sword in front of his chest, and his aura blended with the sword in his hand, becoming one.
As a sword cultivator, he has no reason to retreat in the face of such a world-destroying disaster, and it is impossible for him to retreat.
Fighting to death here is his only choice!
When the Qi was moving, just as the blood owl was about to attack, an extremely ferocious and violent aura suddenly erupted in the direction of the altar.
It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been trapped for thousands of years and suddenly escaped from its confines.
The endless hustle and bustle of the battlefield suddenly fell silent for a moment, and both the vampire and dragon humans felt a creepy feeling in their hearts.
It was as if there was an invisible ferocious beast crouching behind him, sticking out his long tongue and licking their necks.
The Blood Owl, who remained indifferent even if he fell into the sword formation, finally changed his expression at this moment.
"Um?"
He turned around and looked towards the altar, only to see a slender scarlet figure appearing in the mid-air over there.
That figure was a piece of armor about three feet high. The armor was covered with fine scales. At the elbows of both arms, two inverted bone spurs shone with a cold light.
Yan Jia's head has sharp edges and corners, clearly carved by the best masters, and glows with a cold golden iron luster, while a pair of red blood eyes on the face reflects a chilling light.
A tough, wild, and ferocious aura filled the air unbridled, and that slender scarlet figure seemed to become the center of the entire world at this moment.
"Dragon Breath..." Blood Owl frowned.
Coming from the Blood Realm, his knowledge is much broader than that of the monks from the Soaring Dragon Realm.
Monk Longteng could only feel the wild and domineering aura that seemed to destroy everything from the slender scarlet figure, but the Blood Owl felt another aura.
Dragon Breath!
That's the breath of a true dragon!
It is the aura of being supreme in heaven and earth!
"Yan Jia?" The blood owl was a little confused.
The appearance of something with dragon's breath in such a world is bizarre enough, but it is not impossible. After all, powerful creatures like true dragons travel in the void and may appear in any realm.
What shocked him was not just the dragon's breath, but the sudden appearance of the armor!
That was actually a armor made from the body of a real dragon!
Who can slay a dragon, and who can use the body materials of a real dragon to create such armor?
Such treasures are rare even in the Blood Realm, let alone the Soaring Dragon Realm.
This is definitely not something that this world itself possesses. Even if this world has been born in the Divine Sea Realm, it is not qualified to create such a divine object.
On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the scarlet figure that suddenly appeared, and sighed inwardly.
Finally... I was forced to use this thing.
The Dragon Throne is in Lu Ye's hands. He knows it. If his judgment is correct and Lu Ye is the savior of the disaster, then the Dragon Throne is the savior and the way for this world to deal with the disaster. Otherwise, the Dragon Throne
He could not have been born earlier or later, so how could he be born at this time and fall into Lu Ye's hands by chance?
But from his standpoint, he didn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.
Zhuang Bufan's fate is vivid in his mind. How can there be any good outcome if he uses such a magical object?
However, when Long Teng's trump card was exhausted and there was no longer any means to deal with the disaster, Dragon Seat became the last hope.
So he could understand Lu Ye's choice at this moment.
In the center of the world, Lu Ye was wrapped in that scarlet slender figure, feeling that his mind was rising infinitely.
Whether or not to use the dragon throne is ultimately a choice.
Having witnessed the consequences of Zhuang Bufan's use of the Dragon Throne, Lu Ye is well aware of the burden such divine objects have on him.
But compared to Zhuang Bufan, Lu Ye is more confident in himself.
This confidence comes from his feelings when he was refining the Dragon Seat. The entire process of refining the Dragon Seat was smooth and smooth, as if what he was refining was not a divine object, but an ordinary spiritual weapon.
In addition, he has always felt that Dragon Zodiac has an inexplicable closeness to him.
So he kept thinking that maybe the little medical fairy was right.
The reason why Zhuang Bufan shouldered such a huge load and died in the end was because he did not get the approval of the Dragon Seat, could not control the Dragon Seat, and forcibly activated the power of the Dragon Seat, which naturally led to no good end.
But if he could get Dragon Zodiac's approval, the situation wouldn't be so bad.
Even though he said this, Lu Ye didn't dare to try it easily, so he kept the dragon throne in his storage space these days.
Until now!
All of Long Teng's spirit ships exploded, and no other means could pose a threat to the traction altar. Under the influence of the traction altar, the next batch of support from the vampire clan could arrive at any time.
The Soaring Dragon Realm has been forced into a desperate situation, and has suddenly reached a critical moment that determines life and death.
Lu Ye did not hesitate anymore, took out the dragon throne and poured spiritual power into it.