Chapter 479: Chapter 381: Internal Strife Amid Catastrophe
"What a pity that Insect Cultivator managed to escape." Lin Feng, having reached a safe spot, felt annoyed just thinking about it.
They had set everything up so meticulously, even Bai Zhirui had deliberately used her White Lotus Magical Artifact.
These pursuers had all been coveting this artifact. Just when they were about to succeed, that guy decisively gave up—truly a ruthless character.
Zheng Yi shook his head secretly; the fundamental reason that guy fled wasn’t because of their ambush.
People die for money, birds fall for food.
As long as there’s enough incentive, even in a dangerous situation, the opponent will fight to the death.
But if they discover the bait is fake, naturally they won’t foolishly risk their lives here.
During the brief skirmish, Bai Zhirui accidentally exposed something to stop them.
Others might not have noticed, but the Insect Cultivator who faced Bai Zhirui directly definitely spotted the issue.
"What should we do, Master?" Bai Zhirui, after hearing Zheng Yi’s analysis, immediately panicked.
She’s well aware that their repeated success so far.
Is largely because those people were completely entranced by the so-called treasure they had.
The Cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race all harbored ulterior motives, undermining each other.
This gave them the opportunity to defeat the pursuers one by one.
Once this lie is exposed, those furious Nether Spirit Cultivators and the Huiyue Demon Monarch will surely unite to tear them to pieces.
Zheng Yi laughed heartily: "Silly disciple, why worry about something like this?"
"Not to mention that guy, he won’t do something so troublesome that gains nothing."
"Even if he did speak out, no one would believe him."
Right now, everyone thinks they have a treasure. Suddenly, someone jumps out and tells them they’ve been fooled, there is no treasure.
He’d either be deemed a madman or they’d think he has other motives.
Judging by his decisiveness when he fled, he likely wouldn’t bother doing something so thankless.
With Zheng Yi’s reassurance, Bai Zhirui let go of her worries and continued, as per Zheng Yi’s instructions, to gradually weaken their pursuers.
Lin Feng and Su Yao were quite impressed.
Fellow Daoist Bai was truly an expert at manipulating people.
The tricks were endless, none repeated.
The Cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race, who struggled to catch up with them after seeing through layers of deception, were all being played by Bai Zhirui.
Among the Nether Spirit Cultivators, there were also sharp minds.
But no matter how they plotted and schemed, Bai Zhirui always seemed a step ahead.
Several times, during critical moments, when the opponent found a breakthrough, it turned out to be another trap of Bai Zhirui’s.
The blood feud between the Human Race of the Canglan Realm and the Nether Spirit Race had long been irreconcilable.
Unless one side disappeared, this conflict would never end.
Even in such a situation, Lin Feng and Su Yao inexplicably felt some sympathy for the Nether Spirit Cultivators.
Sometimes they couldn’t help but think, if Bai Zhirui were against them...
Just imagining such a scene sent chills down Lin Feng’s spine.
He silently vowed that if he could escape this time, he’d never make Bai Zhirui his enemy in this lifetime.
The admiration he had for Bai Zhirui was replaced by dread and respect.
Such a person as an enemy was terrifying beyond words.
But as an ally, could she be any more reliable?
"Fellow Daoist Bai, what should we do next?" After dealing with another wave of pursuers, Lin Feng proactively asked.
The first batch of Nether Spirit Cultivators that caught up with them were quite formidable.
After taking them down, the strength of the pursuers began to wane.
Many times, they could eliminate the pursuers without any effort.
Gradually, the Cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race realized something was amiss. Many loose groups banded together.
For instance, this time, there were fifteen Nether Spirit Cultivators chasing them.
Even though their cultivation wasn’t particularly high, their numbers posed a considerable challenge.
And it was foreseeable that the number of pursuers would only increase.
Bai Zhirui, deep in thought, was actually communicating with her Master.
"No need to worry, such a motley crew; the more of them there are, the safer we are."
Hearing her Master’s words, Bai Zhirui felt reassured.
However, upon seeing the subsequent pursuers, Bai Zhirui couldn’t help but gasp.
"Isn’t this number a bit too much? Master, do you really think it’s okay?"
Lin Feng and Su Yao looked at Bai Zhirui with concern.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, should we retreat for now?" Lin Feng suggested cautiously.
To their eyes, this time the pursuers numbered over fifty.
Various grotesque Nether Spirit Cultivators together painted a hellish picture of a hundred ghosts night parade.
"It’s okay, now listen to what I’m going to say..."
Just as Bai Zhirui was instructing Lin Feng and Su Yao on what to do.
The Nether Spirit pursuers had already surrounded the area where they set their ambush.
They were numerous and had long been prepared.
The leader, fully armored, looked just like a human.
But without a corporeal form, with disheveled hair and a left arm that was only bone.
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