Although they were imprisoned...
At this moment, Su Yuexian and the others were not far from the surface. They could just vaguely hear the sounds of battle above, though not clearly. Even stranger was that... beneath the ground, there was also some familiar scent.
She slowly closed her eyes, then sat down cross-legged again and said, "It's nothing. Keep cultivating."
Unable to tell where that familiar feeling came from, she could only calm herself and cultivate. If they still could not defeat the Spirit Race, death remained their only path.
If they wanted to live, they could only grow stronger like mad.
Nearly a thousand Spirit Race geniuses had gathered together, with Zhe Ying at the head and Ou Tu, Que Yi, and other top figures at his side.
At that moment, a Spirit Race genius asked resentfully, "Senior Brother Zhe Ying, that brat from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm is far too arrogant. If we don't kill him, where will the Spirit Race's dignity be?"
As his words fell, cold light erupted from the eyes of most Spirit Race geniuses, killing intent surging like rolling waves.
What they had just been discussing was how to kill Ying Bailiu and the others.
No member of the Spirit Race could tolerate such a thing.
"Even if he truly isn't from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, he must still die." Quite a few Spirit Race geniuses voiced their agreement.
Zhe Ying's expression was grim as well. He said indifferently, "All of you, stop. The various clans and halls are also under our Spirit Race's command. Since I said I would not pursue the matter, I cannot chill the hearts of the various clans and halls..."
"But that person must naturally die. He simply needs a different way to die; we