Another massive blood river suspended in mid-air crumbled, revealing the figures of Lu Ye, Jian Guhong, and Wu Deshao.

With a quick glance, the situation on the battlefield became crystal clear.

The Blood Race was collapsing even faster than anticipated, evidently a result of the Saint Seed that had emitted the piercing howl earlier.

"Chase them quickly!" Lu Ye whispered urgently, detonating a drop of his essence blood to activate the Blood Escape Technique, transforming into a streak of blood light to pursue ahead.

This was a rare opportunity; he needed to slay as many Saint Seeds as possible. If they scattered and fled, finding them would be no easy task.

Jian Guhong's figure flickered, enveloping himself in sword light, matching, if not exceeding, Lu Ye in speed.

Wu Deshao huffed and puffed in pursuit behind them. Though not slow, being a physique cultivator, speed was not his forte. In moments, Lu Ye and Jian Guhong had left him far behind. Unable to contain his frustration, he turned his fury on nearby Blood Race members, wreaking havoc.

The human army's pursuit inflicted unimaginable losses on the Blood Race. In less than an hour, their casualties exceeded all previous losses combined, and the toll continued to rise.

The Saint Seeds, being the strongest and fastest, fled at the forefront, followed by the Divine Sea Realm Blood Race. Those below the Divine Sea Realm were abandoned, their survival left to fate.

All the Blood Race could sense that after this battle, it would be many years before the Southern Territory in the Blood Refinement World could again muster a force to oppose the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, filling them with great pain and resentment.

This battle had ended in confusion. What was expected to be the eradication of the Righteous Blood Sacred Land instead resulted in heavy losses for them, with nearly half the Saint Seeds dead or injured.

This was undoubtedly the greatest calamity the Blood Race in the Blood Refinement World had ever suffered.

Fortunately, more than half of the Saint Seeds managed to escape. As long as they survived, the deaths of the ordinary Blood Race members were deemed expendable.

Just as the Saint Seeds were breathing a sigh of relief, feeling they had narrowly escaped, they suddenly perceived numerous figures looming ahead.

The leading Saint Seeds initially did not comprehend what was happening. Since the invasion of the Blood Refinement World by the Nine Provinces cultivators, the entire domain had been shrouded in dark clouds and continuous rumbling, obscuring the movements of the Nine Provinces cultivator army.

It wasn't until they strained their Ocular Power that the Saint Seeds were horrified to discover the advancing figures were the formidable army of the human race, with an imposing presence. In their midst were colossal treasure ships they had never seen before.

The Saint Seeds were utterly dumbfounded…

No one knew where these human cultivators had emerged from, just as they couldn't understand why the defensive power of the Righteous Blood Sacred Land had suddenly surged.

After all, cross-domain expeditions were an unfathomably profound matter. The Nine Provinces side had long prepared, with full knowledge of the Blood Refinement World, while the Blood Refinement World knew nothing of the Nine Provinces.

While the leading Saint Seeds were still in shock, the human army launched their attack.

The eight battalions had traveled arduously for a long time, gathering intelligence on the battle situation at the Righteous Blood Sacred Land through various channels, thus having substantial understanding of the current situation.

According to the original plan, they would reach outside the Righteous Blood Sacred Land and coordinate from inside and outside to encircle the Blood Race.

But plans could never keep up with changes. The Blood Race's performance this time was unexpectedly disappointing. Apart from the initial probing, the actual confrontation lasted just over one hour before they were completely routed.

The original plan inevitably had to be altered, though the general direction remained unchanged.

At that moment, they finally encountered the legendary Blood Race. Naturally, there was nothing more to say—it was a case of the brave winning when paths cross.

Brilliant bursts of magic and spells erupted one after another, and massive lights flared from the treasure ships, pouring into the fleeing Blood Race ranks.

Within the battalion, those at the Divine Sea Level 9 did not rush to move. They had more important tasks: to entangle the fleeing Saint Seeds.

Having never encountered the Blood Race, they couldn't identify which were Saint Seeds and which were ordinary Blood Race from appearance alone. Identifying by aura wasn't feasible either, as Saint Seeds also fell under the Divine Sea Realm.

However, with the experience shared by Lu Ye, it was different.

They only needed to target the fastest fleeing, isolated Blood Race members.

Because of the saintliness innate in the Saint Seeds, ordinary Blood Race members instinctively kept their distance during escape to avoid suppression from their saintliness, leaving each Saint Seed alone.

Based on this judgment, the Divine Sea Level 9 cultivators in the battalion easily identified their targets, and figures swiftly moved towards the Saint Seeds.

Almost every Saint Seed found themselves surrounded by at least four or five Divine Sea Level 9 cultivators.

In the first clashes, these strong fighters from the Nine Provinces immediately realized the exceptional power of the Saint Seeds. Initially, they thought their numerical advantage would guarantee repression if not outright defeat of the Saint Seeds. Yet, as the Saint Seeds unfurled their blood rivers, even outnumbered, they barely managed a stalemate, with some positions even falling into a disadvantage.

They had never fought against the Blood Race before, and after personally experiencing the Blood River's strangeness, they finally understood the power of the Blood Race Sacred Seeds.

Cultivators from the eight battalions surged from eight directions, intercepting the fleeing Blood Race. The Bingzhou battalion, along with cultivators from the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, pursued them, and momentarily, the area above the Empyrean Sea, centered on the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, became a battlefield where battles raged continuously for tens of thousands of miles.

The casualties of the Blood Race continued to grow. They had been the routed party, and if not for the interception from the front, perhaps most of them might have escaped. But with pursuers and interceptors, they found themselves in a situation where there was no escape.

They could only fight to the death.

However, at this moment, the morale of the Blood Race's army was already crumbling, making it impossible to reassemble into a force capable of fighting a war. On the other hand, the Nine Provinces battalion was in high spirits, and a few encounters allowed them to establish superiority instantly.

Lu Ye and Jian Guhong chased arduously for a long time before finally catching up with the fleeing Sacred Seeds. They were not sure which battalion was responsible for this direction, but upon arrival, they immediately spotted three massive Blood Rivers spanning the sky.

The imposing presence emanating from those Blood Rivers was unmistakably that of Sacred Seeds.

The Sacred Seeds also wanted to flee, but each of them was facing at least four or five Divine Sea Level 9 cultivators. How could they escape under such circumstances?

Especially since these Divine Sea Level 9 cultivators had long received word through various channels relayed by Lu Ye, they were only trapping the enemy without engaging in head-on combat.

One of the Blood Rivers emanated a series of angry shouts and screams of surprise. It was unclear which Divine Sea Level 9 cultivator was so high-spirited, but from those sounds, it was apparent he wasn't gaining any advantage.

Lu Ye and Jian Guhong each flickered with their forms and charged straight into this Blood River.

A moment later, as the Heaven-shocking Sword Aura erupted, the Blood River suddenly shattered, revealing several figures within.

Some Divine Sea Level 9 cultivators were still in a daze; none expected that the enemy they struggled so hard to contend with would suddenly be slain!

Some sharp-eyed individuals spotted a familiar figure and immediately shouted, "Lu Yiye!"

They also saw Jian Guhong beside Lu Ye but did not recognize him, vaguely aware that he was probably the old master Lu Yiye had previously mentioned.

Secretly amazed, they thought, no wonder he was someone who subdued an era. The ability to swiftly slay Sacred Seeds was indeed extraordinary.

They weren't aware that Jian Guhong's ability to quickly slay the Sacred Seeds was inseparable from Lu Ye's assistance. In truth, after Lu Ye charged into the Blood River and used Blood Technique to suppress the Sacred Seeds, they too could have had the capability to slay Sacred Seeds if Jian Guhong hadn't struck so swiftly, leaving no chance for them to experience it.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Ye and Jian Guhong had entered the second Blood River.

With the destruction of this Blood River, the last Sacred Seed within the final Blood River sensed danger and desperately tried to escape. However, entangled by his opponents, escape had become a mere luxury.

When Lu Ye and Jian Guhong charged in, despair set in completely.

In no time, the three Sacred Seeds in this direction had been slain.

Lu Ye wasn't sure whether there were only three Sacred Seeds in this location, or if a fortunate one had already escaped. It didn't matter now; even if there had been an escapee, he had no time for further pursuit.

With the three Sacred Seeds at this location dead, the rest could be left to the cultivator battalion responsible for the area. Eliminating the Blood Race remnants here was merely a matter of time.

He and Jian Guhong flickered their forms, cutting horizontally into another area.

Distant voices resounded: "Wishing all great fortune and achievements."

The Divine Sea Level 9 cultivators watched his receding figure, some shaking their heads and smiling wryly, "That kid..."

They genuinely envied him; so young, with such a promising future, acting with such unrestrained freedom. Truly enviable. Although they were now high-ranking and powerful, at Lu Ye's age, the best they could expect was to be at True Lake, while some were merely at Cloud River. The gap was indeed immense in comparison.

The Nine Provinces cultivator battalion's siege of the Blood Race remnants continued. The routed Blood Race originally thought they could escape, only to slam headlong into an all-encompassing net. At this point, none of them cared where these human race cultivators had come from. If they wanted to survive, they had to fight desperately, aiming to break through the human race's formations to carve a path of survival.

However, the battalion cultivators had arrived full of fighting spirit, and even if the Blood Race fought like cornered beasts, they remained fearless.

Each Blood Race slain meant an additional score in battle merit, and the cultivators could easily tally that up.

Moreover, with the widespread use of the As-Close-As-Siblings Array Disc, cultivators formed formations with their companions, resulting in far greater offensive and defensive capabilities than individual combat.

Under such circumstances, the human race side easily gained an absolute advantage.

But war inevitably leads to casualties. The human race side also suffered losses, but compared to the Blood Race's casualties, those losses were almost negligible.