Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 490: Chapter 386: A Small Outburst (Part 2)

Moreover, as a female cultivator, she naturally had slightly less physical strength than men.

More importantly, during this period, to deceive others, it was always Su Yao using the Kunyi Hairpin to help them evade underground back and forth.

Her magical power consumption was the most severe among the three.

It was only because she had many elixirs and kept gritting her teeth and persisting.

So whether it was Bai Zhirui or Lin Feng, even Zheng Yi did not notice her problem.

If it were a regular battle, Su Yao could barely cope.

But in this uninterrupted life-and-death battle, Su Yao was already struggling.

With a buzzing sound.

The bell suddenly stopped, and the bell in her left hand suddenly exploded.

Although it didn’t cause Su Yao any harm, the all-in-one sonic attack and defense stopped at that moment.

Even though Su Yao reacted quickly, the bell in her other hand immediately continued to emit sound waves.

But this brief gap allowed her to be attacked three times.

The newly launched sound waves were noticeably weaker than before.

The Nether Spirit Race cultivators surrounding her naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

"Brothers, put in more effort, she’s almost down." One person wielded a flaming long saber, suddenly charged out from the crowd, leaping high to slash at Su Yao’s head.

At this moment, Su Yao suddenly pulled out a small whistle from nowhere and blew it forcefully in the direction of the attack.

The sharp whistle, like a sharp sword, collided with the flaming long saber, knocking the ambushing Nether Spirit Race cultivator and his weapon far away.

But because she had to deal with this person, the range of Bai Zhirui’s sound waves became smaller.

Now she could only barely keep those Nether Spirit Race cultivators and their attacks within a distance of three zhang.

And this range continued to shrink as those Nether Spirit Race cultivators attacked relentlessly.

"Master!" Bai Zhirui was a bit anxious.

The current situation of Su Yao looked really dangerous. With one careless move, she might be smashed into pieces by those attacks, beyond recovery.

"Don’t worry, just take care of yourself. They should be fine." Zheng Yi’s voice was so cold it seemed devoid of any emotion.

Bai Zhirui didn’t want to doubt her master’s words, as her master had never been wrong along their journey.

Uh...

The situation with Su Yao was special: even Immortals wouldn’t have expected that such a seemingly normal female cultivator would actually like women.

But aside from that, her master’s judgments had never been wrong.

Yet, seeing Su Yao struggling under the attacks of those Nether Spirit Race cultivators, Bai Zhirui still felt a bit uneasy.

After all, if it weren’t for Su Yao, they might have long been surrounded and exhausted to death by the Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

"No, I must go help her." For the first time, Bai Zhirui disregarded Zheng Yi’s words.

Zheng Yi smirked and shook his head. Although Bai Zhirui defied his orders, Zheng Yi wasn’t angry at all.

At least his disciple had compassion and loyalty, not willing to abandon her companions.

Far better than those who only cared for themselves and never considered others, right?

Wait a minute.

Why did it feel like those words just now...

Illusion!

It must be an illusion.

Even though Bai Zhirui wanted to help.

The current situation didn’t allow her to do as she pleased.

The Nether Spirit Race cultivators surrounding her were not only the most numerous but also the strongest.

"Stop her!" Sensing Bai Zhirui’s intention, these Nether Spirit Race cultivators immediately reacted.

They forcibly blocked Bai Zhirui, preventing her from supporting Su Yao.

To make matters worse, the few cultivators besieging Su Yao initially planned to wear her magical power down gradually with a steady approach.

Upon realizing Bai Zhirui’s intention, they intensified their attacks instead.

Clearly, they wanted to eliminate the trouble of Su Yao before Bai Zhirui could reach her.

Seeing the urgent situation, Lin Feng pushed past his injuries and charged out of the encirclement.

Before he could provide support, a Nether Spirit Race cultivator threw a turtle shell: "Go back."

The flying sword heavily collided with the turtle shell.

Although it managed to slice a big crack in the shell, Lin Feng was also knocked back.

Having successfully stopped Lin Feng, the Nether Spirit Race cultivator felt a pang of heartache.

This was his life-saving magical artifact, and he had used it without much thought in his urgency.

"Impressive skills, fellow cultivator!"

"These little human folks truly can’t be let off guard. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, it would have been another big problem."

These Nether Spirit cultivators were full of flattery, but none showed genuine concern.

It’s like they completely ignored the fact that this important magical artifact of his suffered severe damage.

The one who suffered could only swallow his pain, forcing a smile: "As long as we can stop this human kid, it’s worth anything."

On the other side, Su Yao’s sound waves had been compressed to less than a foot of space around her.

It looked unstable, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Though Lin Feng and Bai Zhirui were anxious, they could only watch helplessly, unable to help.

If they could charge through at the cost of injury, neither of them would hesitate.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t save Bai Zhirui even if they sacrificed their own lives.

"Master..." Bai Zhirui communicated with Zheng Yi using Divine Sense.

Though she said nothing, Zheng Yi understood his disciple’s intent.

Zheng Yi had already weighed the pros and cons countless times before Bai Zhirui made her decision.

Although taking action now could remove at least a third of the enemies...

If they could save but didn’t, this matter might become a lifelong nightmare for his disciple, possibly affecting her cultivation.

The current situation was uncertain, but long-term issues still had to be considered.

This was the mindset Zheng Yi learned as Emperor: no matter what, one must not just focus on the present.

"Alright." Zheng Yi had just agreed and hadn’t had time to act yet.

A sharp shout was heard: "Compassionate Poison’s Embrace!"

Above Su Yao, a jade-green female statue suddenly appeared.

The statue was about the height of two adults, its face reminiscent of a benevolent deity, with an air of compassion.

But closer inspection revealed green mist swirling within the statue.

Just seeing the color indicated it was extremely poisonous.

"Damn, it’s the poisonous mist from Star Sea, everyone move away!" someone among the crowd exclaimed in horror, retreating swiftly.

With his alarm, the statue above Su Yao suddenly shattered, and the poisonous mist poured out like a waterfall in all directions.

This thing looked like mist, but it certainly wasn’t.

Because its spreading speed was worlds apart from that of slow-moving clouds.

Even though it couldn’t match Lin Feng’s flying sword, it wasn’t far behind.

The poisonous mist had just touched down, and except for the spot where Su Yao stood, the ground in contact with the mist withered, becoming black and cracked.

Herbal plants turned into black ash, scattering all around.

"It’s just poisonous mist, we..." While everyone was panicking and fleeing, a Nether Spirit Race cultivator stood motionless.

Judging by his tone, he seemed to specialize in poisons.

But before he could finish speaking, the poisonous mist unleashed by Su Yao completely enveloped the Nether Spirit Race cultivator.

And then... nothing more happened.

After the poisonous mist engulfed him, the crowd saw nothing but the green mist.

That once-confident Nether Spirit Race cultivator was never heard from again.

"This is Star Sea’s secret technique, unlike any poison in the world, incredibly malicious."

"But everyone need not worry, though the poisonous mist is powerful, it won’t last long."

"And once it dissipates, it poses no threat. At that time..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of continuous screams erupted.

Everyone turned towards the direction of the screams.

They saw the Nether Spirit Race cultivators around Bai Zhirui grabbing their heads, screaming in agony, and collapsing.

In the blink of an eye, seven fell dead.