High-energy particles began to emerge from the lava.
This was the "voice" of the Ningming. These high-energy particle beams had already passed through layer upon layer of lava, refracted countless times, interfering with and blending into one another. Even if a Ningming stood within the core zone, it would not have been able to make out the high-energy particle beams amid this chaos.
Yet in the eyes of the Zhengming, this language was the evil sound of utter chaos.
"They're here!"
This thought fell into the vast network formed by the Zhengming and spread like ink. As individual Zhengming replicated the message, they also rapidly grasped the reality of it.
Thus, an unprecedentedly massive formation unfolded.
Beneath the united spectrum of the Zhengming, magnetism contracted to its utmost limit, forming a spherical barrier of seven-colored mystic light that enveloped the entire Earth Core.
Gerebie Jinglun pointed at the city wrapped in magnetic energy and laughed. "Look at that twisted light! The Zheng Beasts are howling."
In the eyes of the Ningming, the united light of the Zhengming was likewise a meaningless spectrum of blasphemy.
Protected by the captain of the guard, the Light King rushed out of the Great Light God Palace. He hovered at the edge of the defensive formation, staring fixedly through the translucent membrane at those Ning Beasts.
In stark contrast to the Zhengming's tightly ordered formation, the Ningming were spread far apart.
For one fleeting instant, Wang Qi even felt as though he were looking at a star chart within the lava.
Among them were twenty-two Ningming of the Mahayana Stage. Twenty had only reached the initial stage.
But for these practitioners of unorthodox paths, every Fusion cultivator was a potential Mahayana cultivator, and every Spirit Severing cultivator was a potential Fusion cultivator.
To the Zhengming,