Chapter 97: Entering the Immortal Realm I

However, the retreat was indeed happening step by step. After all, the quantity was there, and they were all like crazy dogs who didn't care about their lives. Tigers couldn't withstand the wolves. The terrifying scene scared the immortals, their faces turning pale as they gathered together, their hands holding onto their immortal swords shaking uncontrollably.
After experiencing countless universes and worlds, they had never encountered such a terrifying scene before.
This was not just about being brave and unafraid of death, this was pure suicide!
"What's so great about being an immortal? I'll come find you later and we can chat!"
The head of a god, with nothing left but his head, grinned at the immortal with shreds of flesh still caught in his teeth from the bite he took out of his own face.
"Ah~!"
The immortal kicked the head and shattered it.
"Ah~!"
The immortal let out a cry of pain as a praying mantis demon god, whose body was cut in half, hugged his thigh with both arms and fiercely bit into the flesh on his leg, revealing shiny immortal bones in a flash.
"Bastard!"
The immortal kicked the praying mantis demon away and followed it up with a sword strike that cut it in half.
"Tastes good, don't die on me yet. I want to try the taste of your other leg later."
The Mantid Demon God grinned with a non-human face so grotesque that it frightened the immortal. The sweat ran down his body.
Not just him, but all the immortals had similarly eerie and terrifying experiences. The lead immortal shouted angrily:
"We can't continue like this anymore, let's form the Zodiac Twelve Palace Sword Formation!"
"Swiftly~!"
With one command, the twelve people arranged themselves into a small circle, wielding their immortal swords at the same time, a golden light flashed by and severed limbs and arms fell to the ground in an instant!
"Oh my, oh my, it's truly brutal. That guy whose butt was sliced off must be in excruciating pain."
Little Seven stood with a bottle of jam-mixed engine oil in hand, sipping and sighing while leaning over.
"Boom!"
Lin Yuan fell down and kicked Little Old Seven's head into his belly.
"Damn it, this is called pushing the opponent back step by step. It's like we're going to be wiped out by the opponent!"
"Master, you're back?"
Ignoring the voice in his stomach, Xiao Laqi scratched his belly and said with a grin:
"No problem, anyway our family's sons can all come back to life. We're accustomed to these big guys dying and then coming back to life."
"Back then, when you were not around, we had to rely on this surge of flesh and blood to brute-force our way through the enemies. We got used to it after seeing it so much."
Looking at the large number of dead gods, the overflowing blood, and the pile of limbs covering the ground, Lin Yuan's face trembled with pain:
"What habit? Even if I'm dead and can still live, I can't treat my life like this!"
Old Seven slapped his belly hard and his head popped out with a bang. He laughed and said:
"You may not be used to it, but they are. This strategy of sending people to their deaths has been tried and tested for a long time to stabilize the situation, and the effect is great!"
"Don't be dazzled by those so-called immortals now. In a short while, they'll be torn apart and eaten alive by our boys."
Two people were having a conversation, and in the distance a bunch of wings flapping could be seen approaching.
"Master is in trouble, master is in trouble!"
Cuihua flew over anxiously with a terrified expression on her face.
What's wrong?"
As soon as Lin Yuan saw Cuihua's expression, a sinking feeling hit his heart, and Lao Qi also noticed that something bad was about to happen.
"The souls of Yingling Mountain cannot be reincarnated and have all gone into a deep sleep!"
"I knew it would be like this. These guys are different from before. They are immortals!"
Lin Yuan stamped his foot hard and instantly appeared next to the sword formation. With a fierce wave of his big hand, a violent tornado swept through, causing his own gods to roll away like a pile of plastic balls.
“Stop the fighting, safety first, save our lives!”
The spirits who had just managed to steady themselves looked happy when they saw it was Lin Yuan and said:
“Your Majesty is fine. Anyway, even if we die, we can come back to life. Let's consume them until they perish!”
"Break~!"
With one sword strike from Lin Yuan, the sword formation instantly shattered and eleven members of the Cai Shengxian family spewed blood from their mouths as they flew out. The leading immortal was shattered by Lin Yuan's sword and turned into a plentiful spirit energy that scattered across the land of the divine realm.
"What resurrection?! They're immortals! The beings they kill cannot be resurrected!"
Lin Yuan looked at a priest who only had half of his body left but was still bowing and apologizing to him on the ground. He was completely overwhelmed and thought, "What the hell is going on here?!"
"Chain of Healing!"
Lin Yuan roared loudly as an enormous number of chains, far beyond imagination, flew out of his body like a swarm of pythons, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Then the chains fell with a loud crash, connecting the broken and battered deities who still had some semblance of life left, and their injuries rapidly healed. Soon, those severed limbs disappeared completely.
If one is able to leave behind residual limbs, it indicates that they have not completely died. If they truly did die, they would disperse like stardust.
"So vicious!"
The Primordial Immortals looked at Lin Yuan, sweat instantly pouring down their faces. He had cut through the Yellow Emperor's Twelve Palaces Sword Formation with ease, and even demolished the leading immortal. Who on earth was this unrivaled behemoth?
"Er Zhenjun, the magic circle you made from the divine land's blessings couldn't even last for a moment. It's too useless, isn't it?"
A long-bearded immortal smoothed his beard and looked displeased, facing the true god Er who was dressed in a black robe and had transformed into a human form.
"You think you can handle it?"
Zhen Shen grinned with his fangs sparkling brightly.
"I told you before, this guy in front of us is extraordinary, my methods can't trap him."
"It was said by your true god at home, you can sleep as long as you want, even if you can't sleep anymore, it doesn't matter, he is just a humble earth god."
"What's the matter, now that you see his terrifying combat power, you want to blame me?"
"I don't buy it!"
The true god standing in the void snorted, lifting his chin high and firmly refusing to take this blow.
"You!"
The immortals' faces changed multiple times, finally turning into resignation. They looked at the scene in the Stealing Heaven Realm with a worried expression. Even if they were to try and break the sword formation of the Yellow Twelve Palaces, they wouldn't be able to do it. The other party is probably a real high-ranked immortal.
"Kill!"
Lin Yuan's figure flashed quickly, and the three Caisheng immortal families instantly turned into spiritual energy and dissipated. The remaining eight immortals shouted in horror, waving their hands and casting a spell, and disappeared from the divine world in an instant.
"You are nothing but cows before me!"
A group of people all give a thumbs up. Lin Yuan waves his hand, and everyone gets slapped on the back of their heads:
"You are a bunch of foolish cowards!"
"Can't you use some skills?"
"With your numbers, each of you could kill them with one skill alone, do you really need to sacrifice yourself?!"
As Lin Yuan spoke, he continued to exhale smoke, his mouth and nose spitting fire. He was truly getting angry, the smoke mixed with sparks as he continued to rant.
"Oh no, I forgot."
A group of grown men smiled shyly, almost making Lin Yuan sick.
"Forgetting something? Do you know that the slayer of immortals, once dead, cannot be resurrected?!"