151: Chapter 151 Hey, come here!

I don't know if it's because it ate too many Mahayana Cultivators.

The immortal fate kept growing larger and thicker.

Its originally hard shell had now actually become bouncy.

A gust of wind blew by, causing ripples to form on its flesh.

Above its head, a stream of yellow smoke shot straight into the sky.

"What is it doing?"

"It wouldn't be Undergoing Tribulation for Immortal Ascension, would it?"

Li Yingzhen's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Wants Immortal Ascension?"

"How could it be that easy?"

"Flying ships in the sky, listen to me! Aim at this beast and fire!"

Mou Wuwang's voice rang out over Anning Prefecture. The Spirit Clan's flying ships moved immediately, turning their cannons to aim at the immortal fate.

Shi Honghong's massive snake head stretched over, and she pulled at Mou Wuwang.

"Clan Chief Mou, that is the immortal fate!"

"You cannot attack it."

The fall of Niu Changchang and Niu Batian had already made Mou Wuwang lose his head. He pushed Shi Honghong away and shouted,

"I'm attacking the immortal fate! Damn it, blast it to death!"

Li Yingzhen did not hesitate either and directly ordered, "Cultivators operating the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty flying ships, turn your cannons and blast it to pieces!"

The two sides' flying ships, which had been fighting to the death just moments ago, immediately unified their aim, and countless cannon blasts engulfed the immortal fate.

Then, Zhao Yi and Li Yingzhen witnessed a scene that made their jaws drop.

Those cannon blasts hitting the immortal fate were like stones thrown into a swamp; no matter how many there were, they were all swallowed up.

After this brilliant maneuver, the originally thousand-meter-long earthworm had now completely become a monster and kept growing larger.

In the end, Zhao Yi estimated it was at least ten thousand meters long. It coiled in the air, a massive lump, successfully becoming the tallest thing in Anning Prefecture.

"Ah~"

A scream rang out; it turned out the immortal fate had taken the initiative to attack.

Its head submerged into the Void Realm and suddenly shot out from another location, swallowing a Mahayana Cultivator of the Spirit Clan in one bite.

A crunching sound followed; this was the immortal fate chewing on that Mahayana Spirit Clan member.

"No wonder the Saintess didn't come. How is this an immortal fate? This is clearly a monster."

Mou Wuwang's expression was grim. More than half of the Mahayana Spirit Clan members he had brought had already ended up in the immortal fate's stomach.

However, comparing it to the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty, he felt balanced, because the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty's Mahayana Cultivators had been almost completely wiped out, except for Zhao Yi and Li Yingzhen.

Now, only four remained, hiding behind Zhao Yi and Li Yingzhen, looking completely terrified.

"What do we do now?"

The two groups of Mahayana Cultivators gathered together—eight from the Spirit Clan and six from the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty.

The flying ships in the air were slowly retreating; without Top-Grade Spirit Stones, they were just throwing their lives away by staying here.

As for the fourteen Mahayana Cultivators, it was impossible for them to leave. This was, after all, the immortal fate.

Even if they could only watch from afar, they could not leave.

Time passed, and the immortal fate slowly turned around. It finally began to face Zhao Yi.

"Is it trembling? Is it afraid?"

Li Yingzhen was meticulous and immediately noticed the difference in the immortal fate.

"What is it afraid of?"

"I know."

Li Yingzhen clapped her hands and looked at Zhao Yi with eyes burning like fire, which gave Zhao Yi a start.

"It's afraid of you."

Zhao Yi...

"Nonsense."

He suspected that something was wrong with Li Yingzhen's brain. Such a ferocious thing, afraid of me?

"It's true."

Li Yingzhen was anxious; she trusted her instincts.

The immortal fate in mid-air was drooling incessantly, watching Zhao Yi and the others. The fat on its body was trembling continuously; it was unclear whether it was from the wind or from fear.

This time, it did not rashly rush forward, but advanced step by step.

Every time it advanced a step, Zhao Yi and the others retreated a step.

"Listen to me, Brother Yi, it really is afraid of you."

Zhao Yi glared at Li Yingzhen.

He wore an expression that said, "I don't believe a word of that."

The immortal fate's fat figure moved forward a little more.

The Cultivators retreated along with it...

"Damn it, it's just a dead earthworm, just a beast! What can it do besides eat?"

"I have been Cultivating for nearly ten thousand years, and I'm afraid of it?"

A Mahayana Cultivator of the Spirit Clan finally couldn't take it anymore. He spoke very toughly and flew straight into the air.

Zhao Yi and the others thought he was going to deal with the immortal fate, but unexpectedly, he flew in the opposite direction.

"Holy crap! Laoyao, you bastard! You're actually running away?"

Shi Honghong was so anxious she stamped her feet. If she had known, she would have run too.

"You evil beast, don't!"

Before a second had passed since Shi Honghong's regret, Laoyao's scream came from the air. Having torn through space, he fell directly into the mouth of the immortal fate.

"It's that ferocious?"

The remaining Mahayana Cultivators shrank their necks, abandoning the idea of running away.

"If only we hadn't let those flying ships retreat. With those ordinary Spirit Clan members, we might have had a sliver of a chance of survival."

Mou Wuwang looked at the immortal fate in mid-air.

Even if he died, he would never have imagined that this immortal fate was such a thing, treating Mahayana Cultivators as food.

"Eh!"

"Something's not right!"

"Why doesn't it eat us?"

Mou Wuwang looked at Zhao Yi. He began to believe Li Yingzhen's speculation a little.

When he thought about how the immortal fate was just a harmless big earthworm when it was in Zhao Yi's hands.

"You, what is with those looks?"

Zhao Yi finally felt that something was wrong. The surrounding Mahayana Cultivators were looking at him with strange expressions, including Li Yingzhen.

"Go!"

Li Yingzhen finally made a move on Zhao Yi. She and Shi Honghong grabbed Zhao Yi from the left and right.

"Holy crap, what are you doing?"

"Li Yingzhen, you thick-browed, big-eyed person, what are you doing?"

"You're actually colluding with the Spirit Clan to frame a brother?"

Zhao Yi was anxious.

"And the snake head on the right, move your snake head away! Damn it, your tongue is flicking onto my head."

Zhao Yi cursed and swore, but he couldn't help but be carried forward. The other Mahayana Cultivators hid behind him, yet each held their weapons, guarding against one another.

After walking a few steps, Zhao Yi noticed something unusual.

He was being carried forward, but the immortal fate kept retreating.

"Holy cow, is this thing really afraid of me?"

"This shouldn't be, right?"

Zhao Yi was puzzled. In terms of cultivation, he wasn't the highest; in terms of ferocity, it wasn't his turn; and as for ugliness, that went without saying.

"Holy crap, could I have some kind of kingly aura that makes this immortal fate bow down to me?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi started to get cocky.

He shook his arms.

"Let go, I can walk on my own."

"Fine, don't you dare chicken out..."

Zhao Yi...

Is he the type of person to chicken out?

Li Yingzhen let go, and Shi Honghong also let go.

Zhao Yi glared at her.

"Damn it, sooner or later I'll stew your head into snake soup."

A human body with a snake head; how terrifying.

After complaining about Shi Honghong, Zhao Yi straightened his clothes.

He took a big step forward, startling the immortal fate into staggering; the ten-thousand-meter yellow meat mountain almost fell over.

That fearful appearance finally made Zhao Yi believe Li Yingzhen's words.

This thing that treated Mahayana Cultivators as food was truly afraid of him.

Although he didn't know why the immortal fate was afraid of him, it didn't hinder Zhao Yi from acting cool in the slightest.

Zhao Yi put his left hand on his waist, extended his right index finger, and beckoned, saying,

"You..."

"Come over here!"

Mou Wuwang...

Shi Honghong...

The many other Mahayana Cultivators...

What the hell is this?

Just pure showing off!

Li Yingzhen even covered her face with both hands.

This idiot, he's embarrassed himself to the extreme.