Why are they suddenly seeking him today, for what reason?

As Zheng Yi’s Divine Thought entered the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror Fragment, he saw Bai Zhirui holding the fragment with both hands, her delicate face full of urgency.

"Master~ Master, please come out quickly, there’s a formidable enemy attacking, disciple can’t handle it..."

"Formidable enemy?"

Zheng Yi frowned. This place was specially chosen by him. After the ravages of Spiritless Qi, the area within a hundred miles was desolate, with no cultivators or Nether Spirit Race cultivators appearing.

How could there be a formidable enemy?

He spoke to comfort her, "Good disciple, what exactly has happened?"

"Master! You’re finally awake!"

Bai Zhirui exclaimed in surprise, her voice full of joy.

As they talked, Zheng Yi scanned with his Divine Thought, covering an area of a hundred miles.

Sure enough.

Outside the Cave Mansion, there were three Nether Spirit Race cultivators, attacking the array he had set up.

The array kept flickering, evidently on the brink of breaking.

"What happened, quickly tell me... your cultivation?"

In his surprise, Zheng Yi heard Bai Zhirui quickly say, "Master! A few days ago, I attempted to reach Foundation Establishment, and succeeded in one go..."

"But the Spiritual Qi vortex generated during the breakthrough caused surrounding Spiritual Qi Fluctuations, attracting those Nether Spirit Race cultivators!"

"Foundation Establishment, Spiritual Qi vortex... so that’s it!"

He moved his Divine Thought, fully probing the three Nether Spirit Race cultivators outside the array.

The mysterious array emitted a gentle yet firm light, like a beacon in the night, yet wavering amidst the storm.

The three Nether Spirit Race cultivators were surrounding the array, deploying their Nether Spirit Race magic, frantically attacking.

The leading Nether Spirit Race cultivator, tall and robust, resembled an unmovable mountain.

His broad shoulders stretched wide, exposed muscles like hard black iron, shimmering with a chilling gleam.

His face seemed scorched by magma, twisted and hideous, with blood-red eyes burning like hellfire, filled with endless slaughter and ferocity.

A pair of curved black horns grew atop his head, of unknown origin.

He gripped a giant black battle axe, embedded with strange runes that occasionally flashed with eerie light.

Each swing of the axe came with a gust of wild wind, unleashing dark forces that turned into black lightning, fiercely striking the array.

He roared angrily, "This array must be hiding remnants of the human race, today we must break it and seize them!"

To his left stood a Nether Spirit Race cultivator, slender and delicate, exuding an indescribable eerie aura.

His skin was as pale as paper, as if it had never seen sunlight, and his narrow eyes flickered with a strange green light, like a hungry wolf in the night.

Dressed in a black robe adorned with mysterious runes, the runes gleamed continuously with his movements, emitting unsettling waves.

His hands waved a black Magic Staff, topped with a huge green gemstone, seemingly imprisoning countless tormented souls, emitting chilling wails.

Every time he chanted a spell, the gemstone released a green smoke, quickly forming into gigantic poisonous scorpions, rushing fiercely towards the array.

He said coldly, "Now that the Nether Spirit Race and Human Race are at full-scale war, within this Nether Abyss, no human cultivator shall escape!"

"Perhaps this person is a spy infiltrating our Nether Abyss. Some days ago, the Nether Serpent Race army ambushed a hidden cultivator during their military council, maybe this person is an accomplice!"

On the right stood a Nether Spirit Race cultivator, dwarf-like in stature.

His head was disproportionately large compared to his slim body, his eyes bulging like bronze bells, glinting with cunning and cruelty.

He wore a garment sewn from various exotic beast skins, the fur swaying with the wind, imparting a strange dynamism.

Holding a black bell, covered in dense runes.

Lightly shaking the bell emitted a piercing sound, the sound waves turning into invisible blades, slicing the array’s light.

He shrieked, "We’ve been attacking here for two days, we must break the array quickly, don’t give them a moment to breathe!"

"Indeed! In this war between the two races, our Nether Spirit Race must eradicate the human race completely, so they never rise again!"

The leading Nether Spirit Race cultivator swung the battle axe once more, the black lightning more rampant.

"Naturally, this Nether Abyss is the domain of our Nether Spirit Race, how can we allow human cultivators to act recklessly here!"

"Now that our Nether Spirit Race has seen the rise of another Nether Emperor, breaking the seal array, it’s fitting to expel all humans, restoring our glory from a millennium ago!"

The cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race wielding a magic staff chimed in, his magic becoming even more fierce.

"As long as we can slaughter all these humans, we will surely be handsomely rewarded when we return!"

The short cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race shook a bell as a greedy smile spread across his face.

The array, under the frenzied assault of the three Nether Spirit Race cultivators, gradually dimmed.

Yet, it stubbornly resisted, as if protecting the last hope behind it.

Time passed second by second, yet there was no sign of the three cultivators’ attacks weakening.

The leading cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race had veins bulging on his forehead, sweat pouring down like rain, but his eyes were more determined than ever, filled with a resolve to kill.

"Put in more effort! I can already feel the array’s power weakening, we can break it soon!" the cultivator wielding the magic staff shouted loudly.

"Ha ha, once the array breaks, the human cultivators inside will all become souls under our knife!" the short cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race let out a piercing cackle.

Inside the array, Zheng Yi, possessing extremely strong power of divine thought, also heard the conversation of the three, and his tone became strange in an instant.

"A Nether Emperor has appeared within the Nether Spirit Race?"

"What is the cultivation level of this Nether Emperor? Divinity Transformation? No, humans also have Divinity Transformation Cultivators, could it be... Integration Realm?"

He took a sharp breath, immediately feeling that this place, the Nether Abyss, was no longer safe. At once, he said, "Good disciple, get ready, the master will take you out!"

"Master? What should I do?"

"Just follow the master’s instructions, have you refined the magical artifacts I gave you before?"

"Yep, they’ve been refined long ago!"

"That’s good..."

Zheng Yi responded, his divine thought immediately connecting to the array’s hub outside the Cave Mansion.

This array was set up by him, so it could naturally be manipulated at will.

"These three outside are all Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but two days and two nights of continuous attacks on the array have already tired them, so..."

With a thought, he immediately activated the array’s self-destruct rune.

At the same time, the three outside the Cave Mansion also seemed to sense something.

The array suddenly emitted a strong light, as if making its last stand.

The three Nether Spirit Race cultivators were forced to retreat a few steps by this light, but quickly charged forward again.

"Not good, this array is about to self-destruct!" The leading Nether Spirit Race cultivator’s expression changed, stopping his advance.

"Retreat!"

The three quickly retreated, like phantoms.

At this critical moment, the array’s light reached its peak, and then a loud explosion followed.

"Boom...!!!"

In an instant, the array self-destructed, generating intense air currents and shockwaves, even blasting the surrounding huge stones and soil into pieces, rushing in all directions.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, a figure in white dashed out from the Cave Mansion, heading north.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

"Stop!"

"Hahaha... it’s actually a little girl, Big Brother, Second Brother, let me have some fun with her later!"

"Cut the crap! Quickly capture her!"

The three exclaimed, rushing to attack.

At this moment, Bai Zhirui extended her hand and pointed forward, a white lotus rapidly expanded, fiercely crashing forward.

In front of her was the most robust cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race among the three.

He laughed loudly, wielding a giant axe, and slashed down fiercely.

"Little girl, die for me!"

Almost simultaneously, a strange and powerful wave of divine thought suddenly surged from the center of her chest, like a violent tidal wave.

Spiritual Needle!

Pfft...!!!