While the player is in Battle Through the Heavens, the system is in The Great Ruler.

Chapter 74: Melee between the two sides, Fan Cheng is instantly killed!

Lu Yu hesitated for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and his figure darted into the depths of the valley like a ghost.

As soon as you step into the valley, a strong smell of blood hits you.

In the valley, blood light soared into the sky as hundreds of cultivators clad in crimson robes fiercely fought against disciples of the Black Skull Tomb, who were clad in white bone armor.

The Blood Sect disciples were skilled with swords, their figures as elusive as ghosts, their blood-stained blades flashing and creating gusts of foul wind.

The Black Skull Tomb disciples, wielding stark white bone spikes, advanced and retreated with measured precision. They formed battle formations of three, back to back, the bone spikes flashing with cold light as they parried the incoming blood blades.

Although there were no earth-shattering battle cries on the battlefield, the dull thuds of sharp weapons piercing flesh could be heard from time to time, followed by the subtle sounds of blood splattering.

High in the sky, several figures spread their wings of battle aura and were engaged in an earth-shattering duel.

On the eastern horizon, a blood-red figure soared proudly through the air. His crimson robe billowed violently in the gale, rustling loudly. It was none other than Fan Lao, the Blood Sect Master, his face sinister, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.

"Black Nether Old Ghost, today I will turn your precious corpse puppet into a real corpse!"

Fan Lao let out a sinister laugh, and the terrifying pressure of a four-star Dou Huang suddenly erupted. His blood energy surged wildly, instantly condensing into hundreds of ferocious blood snakes.

These blood snakes, baring their fangs and claws, each exuded a chilling and malevolent aura as they twisted and coiled in the air.

In the void opposite, the Black Nether Elder, the master of the Black Skull Tomb, had a solemn expression. He slammed his white bone scepter down heavily, and the tall, pitch-black corpse puppet beside him immediately let out a piercing roar.

The corpse puppet's eye sockets flickered with ghostly blue flames, and with each swing of its sharp, knife-like claws, it tore the attacking blood snakes to shreds.

The Black Nether Elder, a two-star Dou Huang, unleashed his full power, cooperating with the corpse puppet to temporarily withstand Fan Lao's attack.

"Is that the Lord of the Black Skull Tomb?"

On the ground, in the shade of a tree canopy, Lu Yu narrowed his eyes, gazing intently at the fierce battle high in the sky.

Beneath a sky shrouded in crimson and black mist, the Lord of the Black Skull Tomb controlled a grotesque corpse puppet, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with Fan Lao.

"Rumors say that the Black Skull Tomb possesses a secret technique for creating corpse puppets, and now it seems that the rumors are indeed true..."

Lu Yu's expression was solemn as he surveyed the battlefield high above. In his view, the Lord of the Black Skull Tomb, along with his puppets, could only temporarily hold off Fan Lao of the Blood Sect, but they would find it difficult to defeat him.

If you want to do something, you have to do it quickly.

Thinking of this, Lu Yu's gaze sharpened as he turned to the western battlefield.

High in the sky, a blood-red killing formation formed by five blood-robed figures resembled a scarlet spider web, firmly trapping the five black shadows.

The exceptionally imposing figure among them was none other than Elder Crimson Tiger, who had remained silent throughout the auction, but now wielded a giant axe and launched a fierce attack.

"interesting……"

A glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes as he thought to himself, "Why did they remain inactive at the auction, but are now going all out to help Black Skull Tomb?"

"Is this reinforcements brought in by the Black Skull Tomb?"

High in the sky, ten figures clashed fiercely. The flapping of their battle wings produced sharp whistling sounds as their various combat techniques collided and erupted with dazzling light. The aftershocks swept across the area, shattering the hard mountain rocks into pieces like rotten wood.

Lu Yu's gaze sharpened like lightning, suddenly locking onto a sinister-looking man in red robes. This man exuded the powerful aura of a five-star Dou Wang, a cruel smile on his face, as he was locked in combat with an elder from the Black Skull Tomb.

Every move he made was aimed at vital points, and the blood-red claws extending from his fingertips drew five scarlet trails in the air.

"Found you, Blood Clan Fan Cheng!"

Lu Yu took a deep breath, his Azure Flame Sword trembling with excitement, but he did not act immediately. At present, the two sides were maintaining a fragile balance.

If I were to act rashly, it would inevitably attract the attention of both sides.

"We must strike decisively and then retreat swiftly!"

Lu Yu's gaze turned solemn. He silently recited a mantra in his mind, and his internal fighting spirit began to circulate quietly.

In the center of the battlefield, Fan Cheng, the fourth elder of the Blood Sect, wielded his blood claws, forcing the three-star Dou Wang-level corpse puppet into a retreat. The puppet, entirely black, was covered in cracks, and its eerie blue flames flickered intermittently. "Useless corpse manipulators, what else can they do besides create puppets?"

Fan Cheng sneered, then suddenly flashed forward, his blood claws slamming the corpse puppet away, aiming straight for the throat of the Black Skull Tomb Elder who was controlling the puppet from behind.

"Blackwood Shield!"

The Black Skull Elder hastily formed hand seals, and black vines grew wildly from his sleeves, instantly weaving into a wooden shield covered with spikes.

Fan Cheng sneered repeatedly: "A mere trick! The Blood Shadow Technique!"

In an instant, dozens of blood-red afterimages separated from Fan Cheng's body, each one lifelike, rushing towards the elder from different angles.

The deceptive attack threw the Black Skull Tomb Elder into disarray. Before he could react, a thin line of blood appeared on his throat.

"Uh……"

The elder's eyes widened, his hands gripping his bleeding throat tightly as he fell like a bird with broken wings.

"boom!"

The body crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from between its fingers, pooling into a crimson red puddle on the scorched earth, and soon it lost all life.

Fan Cheng smiled smugly, his battle qi wings unfurled behind him, and he landed lightly on the ground. Five scarlet claws extended from his right fingernail, about to strike the storage ring on the corpse's waist.

"It's now!"

Lu Yu's gaze sharpened, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and his body surged with azure and crimson flames. His aura as a two-star Dou Wang rose steadily, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through to four stars!
The intense heat swirled around his body, and the surrounding air distorted due to the high temperature.

High-level Earth-rank secret technique, Heaven-Burning Spirit!
"Shoot-"

Countless bursts of earth core flame erupted from his palm, transforming into nine crimson fire rings that spread outwards, turning all vegetation in their path to ashes.

"Heavenly Fire Dragon Step!"

Lu Yu's figure blurred, leaving five lifelike afterimages in his wake. These afterimages exploded one after another, each providing him with powerful propulsion.

In an instant, his true form transformed into a streak of crimson light, its speed increasing several times over, piercing straight into Fan Cheng's vital heart like an arrow released from a bow!

"Who?!"

Fan Chenghan's hair stood on end, and his powerful fighting instincts made him turn around instantly. But it was too late; a palm print wreathed in cyan and crimson flames was already upon him!
Mid-level Earth-rank combat skill, Heaven-Burning and Sea-Boiling Palm!

Wherever the palm print passed, the space itself distorted slightly. Fan Cheng only had time to show a look of horror before the palm print, containing terrifying heat, was firmly imprinted on his head.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Fan Cheng's head exploded like a ripe watermelon. The headless corpse remained in a defensive posture, frozen for a moment before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Lu Yu flicked his finger expressionlessly, and a wisp of Earth Core Flame landed on the corpse. The flames instantly surged, incinerating the five-star Dou Wang's body to ashes. Two storage rings flew out of the flames and landed steadily in his palm.

"Purple Cloud Wings, open!"

With a low shout, a pair of purple wings unfurled behind Lu Yu, their surface adorned with mysterious patterns that complemented the wings of battle aura.

With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of purple and blue light, speeding towards Canaan Academy before disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was leaving, Fan Lao, high in the sky, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head.

The crimson gaze pierced through the blood-red mist, and on the scorched earth, only a mangled, charred corpse remained, still emitting wisps of smoke.

"Bastard!"

Fan Lao flew into a rage, his body enveloped in boiling, churning blood mist as he roared, "Who are you, you scoundrel, daring to kill and rob right under my nose!"

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(End of this chapter)