Zhang Yi moved quickly through the field of corpses, recognizing several familiar faces, all of whom were dead.
Finally, amidst a pile of bodies, he spotted a half-dead Heavenly Immortal. The person was unconscious but still breathing, not quite dead.
Without a word, Zhang Yi summoned his small world immortal artifact and absorbed the individual into it.
He then found several more heavily injured human Heavenly Immortals and collected them all into the small world artifact.
It was unclear what methods the demon race had employed, but all the True Immortals who had accompanied them seemed to be dead. No Immortal Lord corpses were found, and all the Heavenly Immortals were either severely wounded or had perished.
"Immortal Lord Bing Huo!"
Zhang Yi finally found Immortal Lord Bing Huo. He was deeply embedded in the ground, his hands straining to support a spherical object.
"Immortal Lord, what is this? Can I help you?"
Zhang Yi approached and examined it with his immortal sense but could discern nothing significant.
"Zhang Yi!"
Immortal Lord Bing Huo was surprised that Zhang Yi had found him at this location.
"We were ambushed. The demon Heavenly Immortals and Immortal Lords in the Sacred Land had already retreated, leaving only a trap for us."
"This is a demonic artifact created by the demon race. I have sealed it with immortal energy, but if I let go, its full power will erupt.
You must leave here quickly; I can't hold on much longer!"
"If you wish to help me, return after the sphere's power has erupted and see if I am still alive."
"Leave now!"
Immortal Lord Bing Huo faced death with a certain detachment.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi could only retreat for the moment. If even an Immortal Lord could not deal with it, he, a mere Heavenly Immortal, was even more powerless.
Outside the Sacred Land, countless demons and devils had already encircled them from the outside, trapping the remaining human powerhouses.
Looking around, of the eight Immortal Lords dispatched by the human race this time, seven, excluding Immortal Lord Bing Huo, were already engaged in battle with the demon and devil powerhouses.
These Immortal Lords were fortunate; even when outmatched, they still had ample opportunities to escape.
Additionally, many demon and devil Heavenly Immortals were tightening the encirclement.
Of Zhang Yi's fifty True Immortals, thirty remained. Upon seeing him, they all gathered around him.
"Peak Master! What do we do?"
Zhang Yi looked at the thirty individuals before him. A large number of demon and devil powerhouses were closing in from the front, while behind them, Immortal Lord Bing Huo in the center of the Sacred Land was still resisting the black sphere.
Once the sphere's power erupted, they, as True Immortals, would certainly not be able to withstand it.
They were caught in a predicament, unable to advance or retreat, with the demons and devils relentlessly pressing forward.
He still possessed a jade token gifted by Xuan Tian Dao Zun, which could save his life in a critical moment.
However, using it now felt somewhat wasteful.
Even if he died here, it would only be the loss of a clone. If his soul could escape, his losses would not be significant.
Therefore, it was not yet time to use it.
He estimated that the black sphere in Immortal Lord Bing Huo's hand was about to erupt.
Zhang Yi gazed at the advancing demon and devil army.
"Everyone, stay close to me and slowly retreat. Wait for my command and do not resist."
As their group retreated, the demon and devil army followed step by step.
While retreating, Zhang Yi once again took out the small world immortal artifact.
Suddenly, the immortal artifact in his hand emitted a white light, enveloping all thirty-plus of them.
The white light appeared and dissipated quickly. After the light faded, only a green fruit remained in its place.
Zhang Yi and his thirty True Immortals had already hidden within the small world immortal artifact.
A demon who had been pursuing them picked up the green fruit from the ground.
"Hahaha... Facing death, you think hiding in an immortal artifact will save you?"
"This immortal artifact is now cheaply mine!"
The demon picked up the small world immortal artifact and was about to tuck it into his embrace.
But at that very moment, the ground began to shake violently, and a deafening roar erupted from the front, completely overturning the earth.
After the roar, everything returned to silence.
The group of demons and devils who had been pursuing them were now scattered and torn apart, dead or wounded!
The small world immortal artifact, held by the demon, had endured the immense shockwave, tumbling dozens of times in the air before falling to the ground.
The small world, refined from Jian Mu fruit, bore numerous wounds from the immense power.
The green fruit once again erupted with white light. When the light dissipated, Zhang Yi and the thirty True Immortals reappeared.
Zhang Yi glanced at the remains of the demons and devils on the ground but paid them no mind. Instead, he quickly flew towards Immortal Lord Bing Huo's location.
When he reached where Immortal Lord Bing Huo had been, he found a large pit several miles in diameter.
In the center of the pit, Immortal Lord Bing Huo was reduced to a head; his torso and limbs had vanished.
Zhang Yi scanned the entire pit with his immortal sense, managing to recover a single toe.
"Immortal Lord Bing Huo! Are you still alive?"
Zhang Yi patted the scorched head of Bing Huo.
His nose, ears, and hair had all been burned off, leaving it like a round ball of charcoal.
Zhang Yi carefully sensed it; a faint trace of life remained within the head, but it was continuously draining away.
"I... I can't make it!"
A thought from Immortal Lord Bing Huo directly entered Zhang Yi's mind.
"Immortal Lord! Hold on, I will definitely save you!"
Zhang Yi recalled Huang Feifei's mastery of the law of vitality, capable of bringing the dead back to life, which might save Immortal Lord Bing Huo.
He had served as a Peak Master in Jade Void Palace for nearly a thousand years. From being initially kept at arm's length by everyone, they had later come to treat him as one of their own.
Similarly, he had developed a certain affection for these Peak Masters and Immortal Lords.
Especially Immortal Lord Bing Huo, who was straightforward and spoke his mind, with whom he had a good rapport.
"Forget it, don't bother!"
"Do you know? I have lived for over a million years. I am tired of living; life is truly boring!
And I have never been able to advance to a higher realm, so I've just been living day after day, which is truly meaningless."
Immortal Lord Bing Huo's thoughts transmitted rapidly, conveying not only words but also many complex emotions in an instant.
Zhang Yi sensed extreme boredom and tedium from these emotions.
Thinking about living for over a million years, one would indeed be tired and find it dull.
"Slap!"
Zhang Yi suddenly slapped himself. He had actually been affected by Immortal Lord Bing Huo's emotions.
"My apologies, I've affected you!"
"Before I die, the only thing I regret is that my cultivation insights over the years have no successor, which is a waste."
"I'll pass all these insights on to you!"