With Nether Que having passed down Nether's order to select four people from among the remaining Saint Realm guardians to succeed the elders, a new round of selection was about to begin.
A considerable stir immediately swept through the Nether Race.
Only then did everyone realize that four of their Saint Realm elders had been killed.
Moreover, so much time had passed, yet they had not received the slightest hint of news.
It was clear from this just how terrifying the enemy they were about to face was.
The disturbance that had swept through the Nether Race was no small matter.
The consequence was that everyone in the Nether Race now felt as if danger lurked on every side.
No one knew where that hidden enemy would appear, or when they would suddenly leap out and deliver a fatal blow.
Thus, aside from the tasks that absolutely had to be completed, most of the Nether Race now stayed cooped up in their own homes.
They no longer dared wander outside as casually as before.
They had once hoped to run into members of the Frost Race who came out, capture them, and use them as cultivation resources.
Even the six remaining elders were now all visibly shaken.
Nether Yao in particular still felt a lingering fear whenever she thought back on it.
If she had not been cautious at the time, her fate probably would not have been much different.
Fortunately, the moment she sensed something was wrong, she had immediately left without looking back.
Although the passage she had opened had been sealed, she had at least preserved her life.
Therefore, after returning, she had not reported to the Nether God that she had encountered a disciple of the Saint Heaven Sect.
She was simply afraid that once the