Chapter 63 Encountering the Immortal in the Altar, the Chest Drumming Thunderous Sound

The immortal in the altar was short and ugly, with unkempt hair, a mouth as big as a tiger's, a face full of pockmarks, and eyes the size of mung beans. He carried a stone altar the size of his own body on his back.

His body was covered in blood, whether his or someone else's, it was unclear. But he was indeed injured, the sword and knife wounds were gruesome and terrifying.

A piece of skin was torn off his chest.

He was caught in the iron net at that moment. Startled, he glanced at the crowd and saw that they were all a motley crew, but he did not panic.

He said ominously, "They've come to deliver soup to others again."

Li Xian frowned, finding the man utterly repulsive, and dared not be negligent, immediately shouting, "Activate the formation!"

Four net-wielding figures stood at four corners, running rapidly in circles. The iron nets binding the immortal in the altar tightened further under the pull.

It's so complicated and complex that it's about to wrap him up like a human dumpling.

Li Xian leaped to a high place, drew his bow, and shot an arrow. Unexpectedly, the immortal in the jar, even though he was caught in the iron net, still possessed immense strength.

In this situation, he moved to the left and dodged the flying arrow.

Li Xian narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that this fellow was indeed formidable. Without holding back, he drew his bow and fired again, each arrow aimed at a vital spot.

The immortal in the altar laughed, "Good lad, not bad, you're quite accurate. You want to shoot your grandpa dead? Dream on!"

Its body swayed left and right, like a roly-poly toy, and despite being restricted by the iron net, it was able to avoid it repeatedly.

"Master Li..."

"He's incredibly strong!"

"I can't hold on much longer!"

"A guard with a net said in a panic."

"Hold on, someone will be here soon," Li Xian reassured him, and continued to harass them with arrows.

At the same time, he shouted, "Spearmen, shieldmen, advance!"

In the iron net trapping formation, four people use nets to restrain the criminals, two people use spears to attack, two people use shields to defend, and two people use bows to harass them.

The team cooperated effectively, balancing offense and defense.

Very impressive.

The immortal in the altar appeared to be dodging the arrows, but in reality, he was being distracted by them. At this moment, both spear and shield were thrust forward, forcing him to retreat step by step, and he tried several times to use his internal energy to forcefully escape his predicament.

However, because he was covered by an iron net, his hands and feet could not move freely, and his martial arts skills were also restricted.

The combined strength of the four people pulling was considerable. In terms of sheer power, the Immortal in the Altar could easily overpower the four of them.

But unfortunately, he was attacked by spears nearby and longbows from afar. If he wanted to wrestle with the net-wielder, he had to stand firmly on his feet to exert force, but once he stood still, he would expose an opening, and either arrows or spears would fly, and he would probably be drawn blood immediately.

They wanted to stand up and attack.

Then someone else took up a shield to defend.

"Damn it, a bunch of flies, how annoying!"

"If I hadn't been seriously injured, how could I have allowed you bunch of brats to be so arrogant?"

A surge of malevolent energy rose within the altar, and just then, they seized upon a loophole in the formation and forcefully broke through to the left.

Li Xian said, "Shield to the left!" At the same time, he drew his bow and shot a tricky arrow.

The shield-bearer obeyed the order and blocked the way to the left. The immortal in the altar cursed, "Damn it, get out of here!" and slammed his head against the shield.

The shield-bearer was sent flying several feet.

However, the immortal in the altar slowed down and failed to break through the formation completely. The guards immediately attached themselves and trapped him in the formation again.

At the same time, Li Xian's flying arrow struck again, embedding itself in his shoulder.

"Good lad, you're quite clever!"

After feeling the pain, the immortal in the altar glanced coldly at Li Xian. He realized that the formation here was different from the others, all because this boy was in charge.

"Hehehe, you really think you can catch me like this?"

The Immortal in the Altar sneered, "Very well, let me show you my skills."

After saying this, he leaped into the air, several feet off the ground.

The net holder pulled down hard, and the immortal in the jar chuckled, shifted his center of gravity, and with his back to the ground, used the momentum to unleash a "thousand-pound drop" move, slamming his body heavily to the ground.

Li Xian remained vigilant, sensing something was amiss, and could only keep his distance, using his bow and arrows as a precaution.

With a "thud," the stone altar was unharmed, but the lid had come off the mouth of the altar.

It turned out that the jar containing the immortal spirit was covered by an iron net, making it impossible to open. The only way to open it was by using the force of the fall to shake the lid open.

A yellowish-brown liquid was seen flowing out, and a putrid odor spread.

"What is this?" Li Xian was surprised and doubtful, but remained calm. He immediately shouted, "Hold your breath! This person has exhausted all his tricks. There is no need to be afraid."

However, the spread of the odor still caused great anxiety among net holders.

"The head...it's the head..."

A head rolled to the mouth of the jar, but because it was covered by an iron mesh, it did not fall to the ground.

But when the net holder on the west side saw this, his legs went weak and he trembled uncontrollably.

"Hehe, this guy knows you guys, we're from the same place."

"After I put it in the jar, it turned into blood in less than two hours."

"Kid, let go now, and I'll spare your life!"

The immortal in the altar looked at the guard and said with a grin.

"Calm down!" Li Xian shouted, channeling his inner energy.

The guard managed to remain calm, but his heart pounded and his hands trembled. His hands were too weak to hold on, and he was already showing signs of defeat.

"This person has previously fought against other teams and killed quite a few people."

Li Xian pondered to himself.

Seeing the current scene, he knew that Li Haitang had miscalculated. This iron net trapping formation could indeed imprison the immortal in the altar, but humans have seven emotions and six desires.

If you encounter such a formidable opponent, and your formation falls into disarray, the power of your formation will be reduced to less than one-tenth, and you will naturally lose the entire game.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. Heroine Li and the others just sent me a message saying that if we hold on for a little longer, this villain will be killed."

Li Xian feigned joy and shouted loudly.

"Excellent, excellent!"

"Hahaha."

Li Xian laughed loudly, encouraging everyone. This rhetoric was indeed effective. Thinking of Li Haitang and the others, the guards were no longer so afraid.

The immortal in the altar shuddered. If Li Haitang and the others came after him, he would indeed be in trouble.

But he immediately sneered, thinking:

"Good lad, those Li Haitang and the others have only consumed essence, they don't have that kind of profound skill to condense qi and transmit sound."

"You almost fooled me."

"You're more troublesome than Li Haitang and the others."

The immortal in the altar slapped the altar with his palm.

With a "plop," the liquid in the jar splashed out, along with various bits of meat, fingers, teeth, and other human remains.

It's absolutely horrifying.

"It's...it's Liu Quan!"

Everyone was horrified. Among the many pieces of flesh, they recognized a finger that belonged to Liu Quan, the "Second-Class Guard".

In the eyes of the guards, he was a superior being, but now he has come to such a state.

"I will say it three times, and if he surrenders voluntarily, I will spare his life," said the immortal in the altar.

"Otherwise, this will be your fate."

At this moment, the two sides are locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

It all comes down to who has a calm and composed temperament and can withstand intimidation.

Li Xian narrowed his eyes. How could he not know that this thief was inherently cruel and his words were unreliable? He could remain calm, but the other guards would find it difficult.

Immediately, a brilliant idea struck him: the way to combat fear was another kind of fear!

He immediately took out nine arrows, nocked them, and drew the bow fully, like a crescent moon.

He said coldly, "Anyone who lets go, don't blame me for being merciless with my arrows."

Upon hearing this, everyone knew they were doomed and had no choice but to continue enduring the hardship.

"You little brat, you're really troublesome, really troublesome. Fine, fine, since that's how it is, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The immortal in the altar grinned and cursed, having no other choice but to use that move.

A muffled thunderclap resounded.

"Did it thunder?"

Li Xian looked up at the sky; it was cloudless and clear for miles.

"No…"

"It's like thunderous chest drumming!"

Li Xian suddenly tensed up, his chest bulging like thunder, one of the signs of the Essence Absorption Realm.

"Boom..."

A muffled thunderclap resounded from the chest of the immortal in the altar, rolling and churning, causing the pebbles on the ground to tremble with the thunder's roar...

Thunder rumbled, a murderous intent brewing.

(End of this chapter)