Eternal Life as False Emperor

Chapter 461: Chapter 371: Timely Help in the Snow

In the mysterious and murky Nether Abyss, several human Foundation Establishment Cultivators are trapped in an unprecedented life-and-death crisis.

The Nether Abyss is shrouded all year round in an eerie darkness, like an abyss linking to death and despair.

At this moment, the faces of several human cultivators are solemn as they stand back to back, vigilantly watching the dozen or so approaching Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

These human cultivators are clad in robes of various colors, with some robes still bearing the marks of previous battles, stained with blood.

They tightly grip their Magical Artifacts, their eyes revealing steadfastness and determination.

Originally, they were stationed at the market around Nether Abyss City, having received orders to retreat a month ago.

Unfortunately, at that time, under the guidance of a Nascent Soul Stage elder, they were collecting precious defensive materials outside, delaying for several days.

Little did they expect that during these few days of delay, the Nether Spirit Race cultivators caught up with them, forcing them into a retreat while fighting.

As for the Nascent Soul Stage elder, he drew away a large number of Nether Spirit Race cultivators for their safety.

Otherwise, they would have been killed long ago.

The Nether Spirit Race cultivators exude a ghastly aura, their bodies seemingly merging with the darkness of the Nether Abyss.

Their skin is a grotesque gray, their eyes glowing with eerie blue light, like demons from hell.

The leader of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators is towering, with blood-red pupils and a single horn, exuding an extremely sinister and evil aura.

"Humph, human cultivators, today you cannot escape with wings!"

The leader of the Nether Spirit Race sneered, his voice sharp as a needle, sending chills down one’s spine.

"Dream on! We human cultivators will never surrender!"

A human cultivator glared angrily, a long sword shimmering coldly before him.

In a flash, black beams of light shot toward the human cultivators like arrows, and the waiting Nether Spirit Race cultivators immediately charged forward.

The human cultivators hurriedly cast their magic to defend, colorful lights intertwining and flickering in the Nether Abyss.

A human cultivator formed seals with both hands, uttering a single word: "Shield!"

Instantly, a massive light shield appeared before him, blocking the incoming black beams, which dissipated into sparks.

However, the Nether Spirit Race’s attack did not cease, as more black beams surged like a tide.

Another human cultivator formed seals, and in mid-air, the flying sword transformed into countless sword shadows, emitting bright light.

The sword shadows flickered, slashing at the Nether Spirit Race cultivators like lightning.

The Nether Spirit Race cultivators dodged, but some were struck by the sword shadows, letting out cries of pain.

In the intense battle, Lin Feng’s originally resolute gaze also grew grave.

He wore a blue Daoist robe, and with a single-hand seal, his long sword maneuvered like an agile dragon among the Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

Every sword swing brought forth a fierce Sword Qi, deterring the Nether Spirit Race cultivators from approaching easily.

Most terrifyingly, the flying sword seemed to be akin to a Spiritual Artifact, emitting dazzling blue electric light.

Every attack could slice a Nether Spirit Race cultivator’s body to pieces, screams echoing continuously.

In the Nether Abyss, thunder attribute magic is naturally the nemesis of Nether Spirit Race cultivators!

On the other side was a female cultivator in a red robe, attracting seven or eight Nether Spirit Race cultivators encircling her.

Her graceful figure and flowing hair, her peach blossom eyes full of killing intent.

Her hands were intertwined with two delicate bells, like crystals.

With each chant and shake, the bells emitted clear ringing sounds.

Swiftly, sound waves spread visibly from her center, enveloping the surrounding Nether Spirit Race cultivators.

One Nether Spirit Race cultivator couldn’t withstand it and was instantly shattered by the sound waves, letting out a scream.

The number of Nether Spirit Race cultivators besieging her was the most, yet her pressure was surprisingly the least.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Feng, be careful!"

Su Yao suddenly shouted, seeing a Nether Spirit Race cultivator ambushing Lin Feng from behind, opening its mouth to shoot a black beam.

Lin Feng reacted swiftly, dodging the attack with a side step.

Then, he reversed his sword, striking the ambushing Nether Spirit Race cultivator. The latter couldn’t evade and was pierced by Lin Feng’s long sword, letting out a scream.

Lin Feng’s gaze condensed, instinctively shouting, "Fellow Daoist Su Yao, get out of the way!"

In mid-air, a Nether Fire Crow suddenly descended from the sky, spreading its huge claws toward Su Yao.

"Buzz...!"

A strange ripple sounded, and a fiery red hairpin inserted in Su Yao’s thick hair suddenly emitted a fierce glow, forming a Protective Magical Shield securely protecting her.

The Nether Fire Crow’s claws struck the Protective Magical Shield, immediately emitting intense fiery light.

"Ah! We’re no match! Retreat quickly!"

"This place is less than a hundred miles from Nether Abyss City; hold on for another quarter of an hour... Ah!"

"Fellow Daoist help me...!"

Despite the human cultivators’ vigorous resistance, they were ultimately outnumbered and gradually began to falter.

The Nether Spirit Race cultivators’ attacks grew fiercer, human cultivators continuously getting injured.

Several human cultivators perished from the Nether Spirit Race’s attacks, their bodies falling to the ground, blood staining the land of the Nether Abyss.

"Damn you, Nether Spirit Race!"

A human cultivator shouted angrily, his body covered in wounds, blood continuously flowing.