251: Chapter 251 Three Out of Five

Zhao Yan was the first to notice and cried out in alarm, the scheming on his face instantly replaced by shock.

"Appearing at the same time? And coming toward us?"

A trace of surprise also flickered in Leng Ningshuang's cold eyes.

Zhang Ling's fingers playing with the jade pendant paused, and a startling light of greed erupted in his eyes:

"Three! To think three top-grade origin fruits would be delivered right to us! Hahaha, what a massive Opportunity!"

After a brief moment of shock, the three quickly exchanged glances.

In the face of three top-grade origin fruits right before them, their previous scheming against each other seemed utterly insignificant.

Zhao Yan reacted extremely quickly and immediately said in a loud voice:

"Brother Zhang Ling, Fairy Leng! This person was able to obtain two top-grade origin fruits; he's certainly no pushover! Why don't we join forces for now, take these three origin fruits first, and then discuss the distribution?"

Zhang Ling gave a feminine smile and chimed in:

"Brother Zhao is absolutely right! No matter who it is, could they possibly withstand our three parties joining forces? Let's secure the origin fruits first!"

With these two origin fruits added, they would now have exactly one each.

Leng Ningshuang nodded slightly and said coldly:

"Agreed. A temporary contract must be established. While dealing with external enemies and seizing the origin fruits, we must not attack each other. The spoils will be negotiated and distributed afterward based on our contributions."

"Exactly!"

Zhao Yan immediately agreed.

Zhang Ling also nodded:

"No problem!"

The three immediately established a simple temporary alliance contract, agreeing to face the enemy together.

Almost the moment the contract was finalized, dozens of streaks of light approached them.

The streaks of light dissipated, revealing the figures of a group of Cultivators.

There were nearly fifty Cultivators in total, led by a Tribulation Crossing Stage Cultivator dressed in a crimson immortal robe, holding two top-grade origin fruits—one red and one blue.

But when the three saw this Cultivator, they all frowned.

They sensed that this Cultivator's aura was completely different from the natives of their Yuanguang Realm; it was the aura of a Lower Realm ascended Cultivator who had undergone five refinements.

"A Lower Realm native?!"

A hint of confusion flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.

He recognized the figure beside the Lower Realm native; it was Li Yunyi of the Li Clan Immortal Family.

But why did Li Yunyi seem to be following this Lower Realm Cultivator's lead?

Zhang Ling couldn't help but ask:

"Li Yunyi! Have you come here to snatch this origin fruit?"

However, Li Yunyi completely ignored his words, not even lifting an eyelid, just standing quietly behind Su Mo like a Soul-less statue.

"Li Yunyi!"

Zhang Ling shouted again.

"Enough!"

Zhao Yan interrupted him impatiently.

His eyes sharply fixed on Su Mo and the dozens of True Immortal Rank Incarnations behind him, he barked in a low voice to Zhang Ling and Leng Ningshuang:

"Zhang Ling! Why are you still asking him? He's definitely here to snatch this top-grade origin fruit!"

"With the three of us joining forces and twenty-seven True Immortals under our command, we aren't necessarily afraid of his forty-some people!"

His words were half analysis and half incitement, especially the last sentence, which carried a clear tone of provocation.

Barked at by Zhao Yan, Zhang Ling looked again at the two tempting origin fruits in Su Mo's hands, and greed ultimately overwhelmed all other emotions in his heart.

A ruthless look flashed across his feminine face:

"Brother Zhao is right! I was overthinking it!"

Although Leng Ningshuang didn't speak, a jade ruler overflowing with cold air had already appeared in her hand, signaling her stance.

"Action!"

Seeing they had reached an agreement, Zhao Yan hesitated no longer. He was the first to shout, forming a hand seal as a brilliant white immortal sword soared into the sky, transforming into a long rainbow aimed directly at Su Mo.

His goal was clear: get the two top-grade origin fruits first!

Zhang Ling attacked almost simultaneously. He quickly formed several hand seals, and a hideous, sky-blotting lightning flood dragon roared as it charged toward Su Mo.

Leng Ningshuang lightly waved her jade ruler, and ice crystals condensed throughout the sky, carrying a bone-chilling cold as they swept over Su Mo and his Incarnations. The range was vast, intended to restrict their movements.

Facing the combined attack of the three, Su Mo remained standing calmly in place. He smiled slightly, and with a mere thought...

The forty-five true immortal incarnations behind him, along with Li Yunyi, moved instantly, charging together toward the group formed by the three.

They made no sound, three-colored flames rising from their bodies. Their speed was incredibly fast as they met the fierce attacks head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Violent explosions rang out one after another as energy storms raged.

These Incarnations had their arms severed by immortal swords, were scorched black by lightning dragons, and had their bodies pierced through by ice crystals.

Yet their forward momentum only faltered slightly. There was no blood from their wounds, and in the next instant, they completely restored themselves to a pristine state.

Seeing this, the pupils of the three constricted violently.

A typical True Immortal wouldn't be able to block their full-strength blow; they would at least be heavily injured and unable to move.

But these people before them all possessed the exact same technique, burning everything and seemingly not caring about their own lives at all.

Without time for hesitation, Zhao Yan's expression changed, and he commanded loudly:

"Block them!"

The followers unleashed their respective techniques one after another, forming a battle array to resist.

However, the moment the two sides clashed, the difference in strength was immediately apparent.

Su Mo's Incarnations didn't care about any tactics or formations; they used the simplest and most direct methods: pouncing and grappling.

They feared no injury, even actively greeting the blades of Immortal Artifacts just to get as close as possible to their opponents.

Once someone was entangled in close quarters, even for a split second, Su Mo's figure would appear like a phantom beside the trapped follower, his finger lightly tapping their forehead.

Immediately after, the follower's struggling would cease, their eyes becoming as hollow as the other Incarnations, and they would turn to attack their former companions.

This eerie conversion speed and the Incarnations' fearless fighting style instantly plunged Zhao Yan's and the others' followers into massive panic and chaos.

The battle array was torn open in several places within just a few breaths.

"This... what kind of evil technique is this?!"

Watching one of his elite followers defect in the blink of an eye, Zhang Ling was both shocked and furious. He controlled the lightning dragon to attack frantically, but could only temporarily force back one or two Incarnations, unable to cause any fatal damage.

Even if he triggered the immortal locking ring on their neck to self-destruct, they would simply recover the next second.

Zhao Yan's heart was also heavy. Although his immortal sword was fierce, capable of heavily wounding or even slaying an Incarnation or two each time...

...these Incarnations seemed endless. Even if ground into dust, they would recover in the next second.

Leng Ningshuang's ice-based immortal arts covered a vast area and froze many Incarnations, but the three-colored flames on those frozen bodies could slowly melt the solid ice as they struggled to break free.

Even with the three of them joining forces, they were completely unable to break through the defense of these fifty Incarnations. Instead, their own followers were rapidly dwindling, constantly being converted into the opponent's strength.

"Just what are these things?!"

The few of them were extremely anxious; they had never seen such bizarre things before.

The composure was gone from Zhao Yan's face, replaced by anxiety and fear.

Zhang Ling's face was even paler, and thoughts of retreat began to sprout.

Though Leng Ningshuang remained cold, her tightly pursed lips showed that her heart was anything but calm.

"No! We can't let this continue!"

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Ling and Leng Ningshuang:

"We must find a way to deal with the source of all this!"

They all looked toward Su Mo, who was weaving in and out among the Incarnations.