Wu Yue did not waste any more words on the Nether Race members. With a flash, she appeared among them. Her red dress fluttered like a beautiful flower in bloom, beautiful beyond measure.
Beautiful things often concealed the greatest danger.
Wu Yue was exactly such a thing.
Other than Wang Xian, none of the cultivators from the various races present could see Wu Yue's movements. They only saw a vivid red flower bloom amid the Nether Race members.
When Wu Yue stopped, the Nether Race members remained standing where they were, just as before.
Wu Yue did not spare the Nether Race members another glance. Her gaze fell upon Wang Xian, Xiong Jun, Xiong Shan, and Xiong Feng. There was reluctance in her eyes, but even more determination.
Without saying anything, Wu Yue turned and headed directly toward the inner region of the Myriad Races Battlefield.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
Wang Xian suddenly shouted.
Wu Yue's body trembled, but her feet did not stop. She continued deeper into the Witch Race Battlefield.
"Can you not leave?"
Wang Xian called after her again.
This time, Wu Yue stopped. She turned to look at Wang Xian, helplessness in her eyes, yet delight hidden deep within them. "If you stay with me, the Nether Race will target you."
"But they've probably already targeted us."
Wang Xian shrugged.
There were quite a few cultivators present, and all of them had seen Wu Yue with them. Wu Yue had killed dozens of Nether Race members, and she had once been Ming Yue, the Nether Race's "Supreme." No matter what, the Nether Race would not let Wu Yue off.
Wang Xian, Xiong Jun, Xiong Shan, and Xiong Feng would inevitably be viewed by the Nether Race as Wu Yue's accomplices. Even if some rational Nether