"We'll talk about matters in the Immortal Realm once we get there!" He Pingsheng said mildly. "Besides, do you think our Human Race is no good in the Immortal Realm either?"
At that question, the Phoenix Emperor immediately wilted.
The Human Race was a peculiar race.
The lower their cultivation, the more pathetic their combat strength was among those at the same level.
But as their cultivation rose, their combat strength grew ever greater.
As for how things were in the Immortal Realm?
He Pingsheng did not know, but he could be certain of one thing: humans in the Immortal Realm could not possibly have it as bad as those in the Cultivation World and the Spirit Realm.
He Pingsheng turned his gaze toward the Undying Volcano below.
The Witch Race's nine Witch Emperors each occupied a section of the void.
Any Phoenix Race disciples who tried to escape were slaughtered by them.
After half an incense stick's worth of time passed like this, almost all the Phoenix Race's high-level cultivators had been eliminated.
There were too many of those below Void Refinement to slaughter them all in a short time.
These Phoenix Race disciples also knew that death was inevitable today, so they huddled together for warmth. Some used their fellow disciples' self-detonations to pave the way, trying to break through the Witch Race's encirclement, while others charged in one direction in groups of tens of thousands of phoenixes.
In the end, a small number of phoenixes did manage to break through the encirclement.
He Pingsheng watched those escaping phoenixes and smiled coldly.
He extended his right hand and pressed lightly against the void.
All the surging spiritual power within him transformed into wooden spiritual power, and a wood attribute cage spanning a full ten thousand li unfurled around