Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 459: Chapter 370: Divinity Transformation’s Trace

In an instant, a large and eerie ripple of divine thought appeared in the air in front of both Bai Zhirui and the burly man, visible to the naked eye.

Under the influence of Zheng Yi’s divine thought, these ripples quickly formed into a spike-like shape and pierced fiercely into the man’s forehead!

"Ah...!"

The man let out a miserable scream, and his entire body began to wriggle violently, transforming into a massive black bull with twin horns, roaring angrily at the sky.

"Moo...!"

The phantom of the giant bull roared, its immense form trembling frantically.

But this spiritual needle from Zheng Yi was a sneak attack, and with the amplification of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, it became incredibly enormous.

The burly cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race only struggled for a moment before his entire form began to collapse from the head, instantly spreading throughout his body.

The massive phantom was disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye, its aura dissipating rapidly, turning into nothingness.

The cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race are beings of both spirit and ghost.

Among their race, only certain individuals leave behind bodies upon death, while the others dissolve into pure Nether Spirit Qi and disappear into the Nether Abyss.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

In the face of their brother’s death, the two did not retreat but instead charged forward in anger.

This was their Nether Spirit Race’s territory, so how could they let this girl escape!

Zheng Yi said coldly, "Go!"

Before his words had even fallen, Bai Zhirui’s figure shot out like lightning, fleeing rapidly.

Behind her, the two cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race pursued relentlessly, emitting an eerie aura with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Little girl, today you won’t escape!" one of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators yelled angrily, and with a wave of his hand, a beam of black light shot toward Bai Zhirui like an arrow.

Bai Zhirui’s heart tensed, and she swiftly dodged to the side.

The black light hit a hillside in front of her, immediately causing a massive explosion.

At this moment, Zheng Yi within her said, "Zhirui, my soul power is insufficient, you’ll have to rely on yourself next."

"Hold on for a quarter of an hour until I recover my soul power."

Of course, Zheng Yi was not truly lacking in soul power, but was instead giving Bai Zhirui a test.

The previous hosts he sought, whether in strength or temperament, fell far too short.

Even though Bai Zhirui was personally cultivated by him, she had yet to go through any real trial.

Today’s pursuit by these two Foundation Establishment Stage Nether Spirit Race cultivators was a test for her.

If she could escape or even kill the two, she would have enough capital for investment.

But if she were to be killed by them, it would simply be her misfortune.

Bai Zhirui gritted her teeth, feeling a flash of panic in her heart, but even more determination: "Master, rest assured, I can hold on!"

With that, she stopped and turned to face her two pursuers.

With a wave of her jade hand, the White Lotus Magical Artifact flew out from her sleeve, transforming instantly into a massive white lotus emitting a holy light.

The light dispelled some of the surrounding dark aura.

One of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators, seeing this, formed a double-handed seal, chanting under his breath, and a black whirlwind rose howling, sweeping towards the white lotus.

Bai Zhirui’s eyes focused, her hands swiftly formed spells, and the white lotus’s light burst forth, clashing with the black whirlwind, producing a tremendous noise.

In this intense clash, Bai Zhirui felt immense pressure but did not back down.

She knew that any hesitation or cowardice at this moment would mean death.

"I can’t fall here; I must survive!" Bai Zhirui shouted in her heart, her eyes growing more determined as spiritual power surged continuously into the White Lotus Magical Artifact.

However, the other Nether Spirit Race cultivator seized the opportunity to attack, sending a strange rune flying towards Bai Zhirui.

Bai Zhirui’s heart skipped a beat, and she hastily recalled the White Lotus Magical Artifact to block.

The rune collided with the white lotus, releasing a powerful impact, causing Bai Zhirui to stagger back a few steps, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Within the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, Zheng Yi shook his head slightly and said in a soft voice, "Keep moving and fighting; you’re not a match for them in a static battle."

"Yes, Master!"

Bai Zhirui’s heart stirred, and she instantly pointed ahead, the white lotus phantom reappearing, enveloping her figure as she swiftly left the valley.

"Where are you running to, little girl!"

"Stay here for me!"

"No, this can’t continue," Bai Zhirui thought rapidly, seeking a strategy.

She suddenly remembered the tactic Zheng Yi had taught her—to observe the enemy’s weaknesses.

She steadied herself, quickly flying while using divine thought to closely observe the two Nether Spirit Race cultivators, discovering that when one of them cast spells, there was a brief weakness in his right side’s defense.

This seemed to be related to his race; although his flight speed was fast, it was somewhat unsteady, indicating a lack of proficiency in flying techniques.

Bai Zhirui’s eyes showed a flash of resolve, and with a tap on her storage pouch, a white flying sword shot out, transforming into a streak of white light aiming at the cultivator on the left.

She feigned a full-force attack on the cultivator to the left, causing the one on the right to drop his guard.

In that instant, she suddenly changed her attack direction, the flying sword transforming into a bolt of lightning, striking at the weak spot of the right-side cultivator.

Caught off-guard, the cultivator was struck by the spiritual light beam, letting out a miserable cry as he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining Nether Spirit Race cultivator grew furious, his attacks becoming frenzied.

From the void appeared streams of black flames, transforming into black and red fire crows, charging madly towards Bai Zhirui.