He was extracting the blood of Highlanders, whether dead or alive, their blood ruthlessly plundered to fuel that blade.
Then, he swung his sword down once again.
Another hundred-meter-long Flame Blade slashed down, splitting the icy river surface anew and simultaneously killing more Highlanders, extracting their blood.
The Highlanders retreating on the icy surface had nowhere to escape.
Five consecutive strikes.
This unfamiliar Blood Warrior, his figure flashing midair above the river, instantly split the frozen river, cutting off the Highlanders’ retreat.
Given the Highlanders’ physical constitution, they naturally wouldn’t drown, and could crawl to the opposite shore.
But crossing the river, especially with tens of thousands of warhorses, was extremely time-consuming.
Moreover, with a formidable enemy blocking the front and the Biao Clan in pursuit from behind, they faced a pincer attack. Without organizing a counterstrike, they would be slowly devoured.
The Blood Warrior Baqisong, tasked by Guloke with the retreat, decisively shouted the command.
But just as he shouted, he became the enemy’s target.
The Blood Warrior wielding the sinister war blade leaped up and landed heavily on the riverbank, creating a burst of flame shockwave under his feet. The nearby Highlanders were engulfed in a sea of fire, their blood extracted, and their bodies dried up and turned to ash in an instant.
He was like a chariot of flames, crushing all enemies in his path and nearby, charging toward Baqisong at high speed.
Wherever he went, the ground turned to scorched earth.
In Ji Xinghuo’s field of vision, the Spiritual Origin Ability was growing wildly, the numbers constantly jumping.
It soon exceeded 60,000 points.
Then 65,000 points, 68,000 points, approaching 70,000 points...
However, at this moment, he wasn’t concerned with Spiritual Origin Ability, focusing instead on the Blood Warrior who had rushed close to Baqisong. The enemy was about a hundred meters away when he swung his blade.
The giant blade light composed of Blood Flame seemed as if it would split the sky in half.
Baqisong couldn’t avoid it.
He roared and, exerting all his strength, raised his weapon to meet the Flame Blade. His roar stopped abruptly. All that remained on the ground was a ravine more than a hundred meters long and four to five meters deep, with no trace of a body, as if he had never existed in this world.
The terrifying might of that strike intimidated the whole battlefield.
A moment of silence ensued, quickly followed by even greater turmoil. Even with the Highlanders’ bravery, they did not wish to face such a fearsome enemy.
The mercenaries were desperately retreating.
They just wanted to get as far away from this Blood Warrior as possible, and even the Highlanders were running upstream and downstream toward the Red River.
"The Slaughter Flame Blood Essence Blade!" Misha suddenly cried out.
Xia Qingyu, who hadn’t heard clearly, pulled Misha and followed Ji Xinghuo in their retreat. At a time , why bother staring at the enemy’s weapon instead of running?
"One of the most formidable weapons on the Bloody Plateau, the Slaughter Flame Blood Essence Blade!"
Regaining her composure, Misha shouted as she ran, "He is the ’Slaughterer’, Nu Su’an, from the Slaughter Blood Tribe of the Red Emperor Blood Mountain. But he is a wanderer, participating in blood battles everywhere and plundering Blood Crystals to feed his Slaughter Flame Blood Essence Blade!"
Xia Qingyu had no interest in listening, "Forget all that nonsense, we need to focus on escaping."
Yet, Ji Xinghuo listened very carefully.
It wasn’t just Misha saying this, many Highlanders on the battlefield were crying out, "Blood Essence Blade," "Slaughterer," and "a weapon forged from Red Emperor Blood Crystal," among other things.
It seems that many recognized the origin of this Blood Warrior.
"The Slaughter Flame Blood Essence Blade!"
The Chie Guloke, who was blocking the Mountain Shifting Beast, shouted angrily, "Slaughterer Nu Su’an, you dare interfere in the Blood Fury Tribe’s war!"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Nu Su’an responded with scorn.
His flame-like hair billowed while he casually reaped the lives of the Highlanders with his massive war blade.
During the slaughter, he no longer released flames to burn his enemies but instead unleashed sharp blade lights. Each blood-colored blade light, tens of meters long, flashed by, and every Highlander it swept over was sliced through like tofu, ending up in multiple sections of corpses.
With his rapid sword swings, there was blood and flesh flying everywhere, turning the scene into a veritable hell on earth.
He killed and extracted at the same time.
Strands of blood-like light webbed out from the surrounding corpses and flowed into Nu Su’an’s body and war blade, making him more fierce in battle.
In the meantime, several Legendary Blood Warriors tried to gang up on him, but they were all effortlessly slain by Nu Su’an.
Ji Xinghuo watched the process.
Nu Su’an was at the Grandmaster Martial Arts Rank, his strength far surpassing other Blood Warriors. Compared to Legendary Blood Warriors, the difference was like a chasm, utterly unshakable; his speed and reaction time were also incredibly fast, even beyond what Ji Xinghuo could match.
This was not an ordinary Heavenly King Level fighter. On Earth, he could undoubtedly make it into the top ten!
The most terrifying was still Nu Su’an’s weapon.
The Slaughter Flame Blood Essence Blade!
This blade, likely at the Apocalypse Two Stars rank, gave Nu Su’an strength and might far beyond other Blood Warriors, enabling him to crush peers with ease.
"The Blood Fury Tribe cannot win."
Ji Xinghuo made his judgment.
Even though he didn’t know what price the Slaughter Blood Tribe had paid to have Slaughterer Nu Su’an intervene, or if Nu Su’an had decided to join the battle of his own accord.
Regardless, the Blood Fury Tribe would undoubtedly be defeated in this battle.
Even if several Blood Warriors of the Blood Fury Tribe joined forces, they were no match for Nu Su’an, and having more troops was pointless; they were just fodder for Nu Su’an.
"We should leave now, we can’t go back to the Blood Fury Tribe."
Ji Xinghuo looked at the surrounding defeated Highlander army and the mercenaries trying to escape and shook his head.
Misha was very reluctant, "You’re going to give up the three Red Emperor Blood Crystals He Yan promised you?"