Divine Race Grazing a Planet

Zheng Yi gazed deeply at the place where the other party had fled in disarray, the expression on his face becoming increasingly inscrutable.

"Next, I need to make a few arrangements."

Before his words had faded, Zheng Yi's figure gradually dimmed like an ink-wash painting, slowly vanishing away.

Only his ethereal, traceless voice lingered before disappearing once more.

To Zheng Yi, the Six Paths Race warriors on the other side were nothing more than minor lackeys.

With Zheng Yi's methods, he could have effortlessly kept every one of them behind for good.

Crushing them to death was no different from killing a few chickens.

But that was not his goal.

After all, what Zheng Yi wanted was to stir up an even greater commotion.

Only by fishing in troubled waters amid the chaos, drawing out the other side's powerful experts, would he have even a sliver of a chance to infiltrate the mother mine.

Barely half a day later, an enormous Six Paths Race patrol came racing in from afar.

Each of them wore Bronze Armor that emitted a crystalline blue radiance.

As the Bronze Battle Halberds in their hands clanged, they stirred up terrifying Killing Intent that swept across heaven and earth, streaking through the void.

Leading this group was a Nirvana Realm expert of the Six Paths Race who oversaw the patrol.

A pair of golden wings grew from his back, showing that he too was descended from the bloodline of the Six-Winged Immortal, and that his bloodline was rather pure.

This made him vastly faster than the several hundred subordinates following behind him. He nearly tore through space itself, shifting through it in an instant.

At that moment, he wore a Bronze Helmet that exposed only a pair of shattered-gold eyes, like those of a cold-blooded