Eternal Life as False Emperor

After defeating Huiyue Demon Venerable, the human side has actually gained a huge advantage in overall strength.

Even if Huiyue Demon Venerable’s strength was the weakest here among the Golden Core Stage.

But a Golden Core is still a Golden Core, as long as he was present, he could at least hold one person in check.

Visually, the battlefield didn’t seem too imbalanced.

Without Huiyue Demon Venerable, one of the Golden Core Great Cultivators was now facing the situation of being besieged by two people.

Apart from Marquis Mu Wu and Qinghui, who are at the Golden Core Peak and about to break through to the Divinity Transformation Stage’s top experts.

It is almost impossible for an ordinary cultivator to fight two opponents; defeat is just a matter of time.

Snowballing like this, human victory is already foreseeable.

However, even Zheng Yi did not expect.

The death of Huiyue Demon Venerable made the Golden Core Cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race present go completely insane.

Even resorting to tactics that would result in mutual destruction.

Yet, the human Golden Core Cultivators, because they had already built up an advantage, became more conservative.

After all, as long as they successfully defended against this reckless counterattack by the Nether Spirit Race, they would definitely win in the end, with no need to take risks.

Seeing their attitude, Zheng Yi became so anxious that he was hopping mad.

Constant defense will eventually fail, they couldn’t be unaware of this, but being in the middle of things, they couldn’t see clearly at this moment.

"Esteemed seniors, in a narrow path, the brave wins. Now that the enemy fights with reckless abandon, if we still hold back, we might squander our current advantage!"

If Zheng Yi were just an ordinary Crystal Stage Cultivator, probably no one would heed his words.

But Zheng Yi had just directly lured a Golden Core Expert into their trap right in front of them.

If it weren’t for Zheng Yi, even if they could defeat Huiyue Demon Venerable, they would surely pay a heavy price.

"Tch, what does a mere Crystal Stage know?"

"Daring to command me, you sure have guts."

Though that was what was said, everyone still followed Zheng Yi’s advice and changed their combat strategy.

Although they still held back a bit, they no longer focused solely on defending.

Already having the numerical advantage, their proactive attack suddenly obstructed the formidable assault of the Nether Spirit Cultivators.

After all, even without that additional person, the overall strength on the human cultivator side was obviously stronger.

But even though their attack was stifled, the assault by the Nether Spirit Cultivators remained frenzied.

Clearly, they were truly fighting with a determination to die.

In such conditions, Zheng Yi actually leaned towards retreating first.

After all, this wasn’t a battle of life and death that needed to be fought.

However, Zheng Yi understood that being able to make a remark about the battlefield and have those Golden Core Cultivators listen was already his limit.

To truly make a decision that could sway the battle, certainly, nobody would listen to him.

As Zheng Yi was racking his brains for a breakthrough strategy, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed dramatically.

A Golden Core Cultivator from the Nether Spirit Race roared, self-detonating his Golden Core, perishing with a human cultivator together.

The power of a self-detonated Golden Core was immense, enveloping seven or eight cultivators around.

The fortunate ones only got dusty, while the less fortunate even got injured.

Qinghui swore that although he realized the other’s intention to self-detonate, he wanted to rescue but was blocked by Marquis Mu Wu, helplessly watching the two perish together.

"Everyone be careful, avoid clashing head-on with the opponent."

Just as Qinghui’s voice fell, Zheng Yi promptly reminded: "Esteemed seniors, be extremely cautious of the opponent’s sacrificing strategy, especially when attacking, even more cautiously."

As Zheng Yi anticipated, these Golden Core Cultivators sneered at his words.

"A mere Crystal Stage Cultivator, truly thinks highly of himself."

"Addicted to commanding us Golden Core Cultivators?"

Zheng Yi heard this and shook his head with a wry smile, not defending himself.

At this moment, no matter what he said, no one would take it to heart.

And the more he explained, the more it would provoke these Golden Core Cultivators’ resentment.

The best strategy was to say nothing and blend into the background.

As expected, they hadn’t fought for long before the sacrificing tactic Zheng Yi mentioned appeared.

A sword cultivator from the Nether Spirit Race controlled his flying sword with a feigned move, aiming at the vital parts of the human cultivator.

A nearby sword cultivator noticed the anomaly and immediately launched a fierce attack on the Nether Spirit Cultivator, hoping to encircle Wei to rescue Zhao, forcing him to defend.

Thereby resolving the human cultivator’s crisis.

But what caught everyone by surprise was that the Nether Spirit Cultivator ignored the attack threatening his own life, only focusing on his grip on the human cultivator.

Be it among humans or the Nether Spirit Race, the strength of sword cultivators might not necessarily be the highest, but their offensive power was absolutely unmatched by other cultivators.

In the same realm, if a sword cultivator disregarded all consequences to kill,

ninety-nine percent of cultivators couldn’t withstand it.

The human cultivator was pierced through the chest by the flying sword of the Nether Spirit sword cultivator, dying on the spot.

At his death, his face bore an expression of bewildered incomprehension.

As if he couldn’t understand the grudge between himself and this guy, why did the other deem killing him worth sacrificing his own life?

Before the consciousness of the human cultivator completely faded, another flying sword followed closely, decapitating the Nether Spirit cultivator.

Watching the opponent’s body shatter and dissipate between heaven and earth, the human cultivator finally closed his eyes in unwillingness.