Looking at the newly made " Your Highness Sixty-Three ", Wu Liang nodded slightly.
"It's definitely the aura of Alien Race."
Lin Xuan wasn't sure if the Alien Race could glean anything from this " Your Highness Sixty-Three," but even if they did, he wouldn't suffer any loss.
But what if the Alien Race doesn't notice...?
That would be quite a story.
The current " Your Highness Sixty-Three " is essentially Lin Xuan's Alien Race clone, moving freely with almost no flaws.
Just as Lin Xuan was controlling " Your Highness Sixty-Three " and preparing to leave the place, he suddenly stopped and turned to look to his right.
"Oh?"
With a surprised shout from Lin Xuan, " Your Highness Sixty-Three " vanished from his side in an instant, transforming into a streak of light and speeding away.
Although it was almost time to leave the Void Realm Void Realm, the fighting within the Void Realm continued unabated.
Near the northern Star Silver Tidal Flat, a group of Human Race cultivators were being chased by Alien Race and were fleeing in disarray along the northern border.
Among this group was a female cultivator in white robes. If the people of the Azure Yang Sword Sect were here, they would definitely recognize her as Li Fufeng, the Holy Maiden of the Azure Yang Sword Sect.
No...
She was a former saint.
Realizing their differing ideologies, Li Fufeng left the Azure Yang Sword Sect and wandered alone in the Profound Domain.
The former saintess has become a Rogue Cultivator whose face is veiled in white.
Li Fufeng had also tried to find out Lin Xuan's whereabouts in the Tangqing Empire.
Unfortunately, she gained nothing.
Later, Li Fufeng overheard that in the Dawn Empire, a white-robed sword immortal had appeared out of nowhere, destroying the Spirit Jade Sect with One Sword, displaying unparalleled elegance.
Li Fufeng was also a sword cultivator. With a heart full of longing, he left the Tangqing Empire and went to the Dawn Empire, wanting to witness its splendor.
Unfortunately, she arrived late, and by the time Li Fufeng reached the scene, all he saw was ruins.
Li Fufeng sighed inwardly and left again. While traveling and training in the Profound Domain, he encountered a female cultivator who was wandering around.
The female cultivator did not seem to be from the Profound Domain; her strength was unfathomable. Seeing an opportunity, he took her as his disciple.
Her current master originally intended to leave the Profound Domain, but unexpectedly, the Void Realm opened, so she followed her master to this place.
Unfortunately...
Bad luck.
Even Li Fufeng couldn't help but sigh at his bad luck.
At first, everything was fine.
Until recently, she and her companions encountered a group of strange-looking creatures, neither human nor demon, with prominent horns on their heads, dark red skin, and long, thin, scorpion-like hooks—they were Alien Race.
These Alien Race are not only powerful, but also harbor a strong desire to kill Human Race.
In a single encounter, Li Fufeng was caught off guard. He could have handled the situation, but as the number of Alien Race increased, Li Fufeng had no choice but to flee with the other Human Race cultivators.
The exit passage to the Void Realm is about to open, but there is still some time to go, while the Alien Race is getting closer and closer, almost within reach.
The power of the Alien Race filled everyone with immense unease.
The killing intent behind him grew even more intense and fierce...
Li Fufeng gritted his teeth, a sense of despair rising in his heart.
She would rather die than fall into the hands of Alien Race!
What's even more despairing is that the direction they chose to escape was a dead end!
There's no road ahead...
The shattered void transformed into a fierce storm, blocking everyone's path. No living being could pass through here—this place was already the edge of the Void Realm. If they went any further, they would be caught in spatial turbulence, and even Emperor Realm being would be instantly annihilated!
The Void Realm is, after all, just a secluded secret realm; it's perfectly normal for it to have edges.
For the Human Race, this "normal" situation is a dead end.
Ahead lies a dead end.
Behind them were the pursuing Alien Race troops who had already surrounded them.
They're caught in the middle, with no way to escape!
After a moment of silence, one of the cultivators traveling with Li Fufeng spoke in a hoarse voice, with unwavering resolve.
"These Alien Race are very strong, but if we fight to the death, there is still a chance of survival!"
"We will die, but some of us will live!"
"Those who survive, please convey a message for my sect: say..."
" Yu Chen of the Thousand Refinements Sect encountered Alien Race, but did not retreat a single step. He unfortunately died in battle, but he died a worthy death and has no regrets!"
Everyone's eyes were slightly red, they gritted their teeth and held back their sobs, looking at the approaching Alien Race around them, ready to fight to the death.
Li Fufeng blinked gently, concealing the tears in his eyes, and then drew his sword.
As the sword was drawn, a flash of cold, snow-like light streaked past. Gazing at the sword, Li Fufeng was slightly lost in thought.
This sword was given to her by the sect leader when she was a holy maiden of the Azure Yang Sword Sect.
Over the years, she has never changed her sword. Even after leaving the Azure Yang Sword Sect, this sword has remained by her side.
At this critical moment, Li Fufeng looked at the sword and inexplicably thought of Lin Xuan.
She, Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan's disciples all betrayed the Azure Yang Sect and went their separate ways.
I wonder how many disciples they brought with them are doing...
Are you alright?
Back then, among the vast Azure Yang Sect, only Starfall Peak, where Lin Xuan resided, still possessed some backbone.
If Lin Xuan and his disciples were here, facing these Alien Race, I wonder how he would react...
Thinking of this, Li Fufeng came back to his senses, shook his head, and felt that he was being somewhat absurd.
Even at the brink of life and death, he was still thinking about these things.
Li Fufeng cleared his mind of all the chaotic thoughts, gripped his sword tightly, raised his eyes to look at the approaching Alien Race not far in front of him, focused his energy in his Dantian, and released his murderous intent.
It's all or nothing.
Today, to perish together with these Alien Race is perhaps a good ending!
Just as Li Fufeng and the other Human Race cultivators were about to charge out, everyone suddenly stopped.
An undeniable figure, radiating an incomparably powerful aura, suddenly appeared before them.
Reinforcements... No!
Upon seeing the figure clearly, Human Race cultivators trembled violently, and a deeper despair washed over them.
The figure that suddenly appeared was a one-horned Alien Race with a purplish-gold horn.
Although they didn't know why his horns were a different color, everyone could clearly feel how powerful his aura was!
The appearance of this purple-gold unicorn Alien Race not only added to the despair in the hearts of Human Race, but also shocked all the Alien Race present. Without hesitation, they abandoned the slaughter of the Human Race who were right next to them and hurriedly knelt down to worship the purple-gold unicorn Alien Race!
"Greetings, Your Highness the Your Highness Sixty-Three!"
Sixty-three!
Your Highness!
The purple-gold unicorn Alien Race being worshipped slowly nodded without uttering a word. His gaze swept over a group of Human Race cultivators, and when he saw Li Fufeng among them, his expression froze.
After such a long escape, Li Fufeng's veil had long since fallen off, and she had several new wounds, but those who knew her could recognize her at a glance.
The " Your Highness Sixty-Three " recognized Li Fufeng, but Li Fufeng did not recognize this " Your Highness Sixty-Three ".
Not only her, Human Race cultivators had extremely ugly expressions, filled with despair.
Previously, they were no match for even these ordinary Alien Race, but now, having fought to the death for a sliver of hope, they've unexpectedly encountered a prodigy among the Alien Race?
The Your Highness Sixty-Three... Your Highness, could he possibly be a member of the royal family of Alien Race?
In this way...
Do they really still have a chance to survive?