Immortals Step into Heaven

The beast tide, the beast group that surged like a black tide, did not decrease despite the brave and fearless monks like Zheng Yuan trying their best to kill them.

On the contrary, what was terrifying was that the beast tide seemed to be driven by a mysterious and powerful force, and it was actually increasing. At a glance, the mountains and plains were filled with ferocious beasts, roaring and galloping with endless wildness and brutality.

Although Zheng Yuan and others possessed unique skills and tried their best to swing their swords and kill the beasts, their efforts seemed so insignificant in the face of this seemingly endless tide of beasts.

Every swing of the sword, every spell cast, could only temporarily repel a small portion of the beasts. But in the blink of an eye, more beasts came pouring in from all directions. There were so many of them that it seemed they would never be able to slay them all. Zheng Yuan and the others' faces gradually showed signs of fatigue and solemnity.

Under such circumstances, the situation was extremely serious. The overwhelming beast tide, like a surging flood, continued to attack with unstoppable force.

If this situation continued, they would undoubtedly be slain sooner or later by this seemingly endless, ferocious tide of beasts. Each beast was filled with savagery and ferocity, charging forward one after another, fearless of life or death. Even the bravest and fearless Zheng Yuan and his companions would gradually feel overwhelmed by this relentless onslaught.

Their internal functions were slowly being depleted, and their mana was gradually being depleted. Continuing to stalemate with the beast tide like this was an extremely unwise choice. It was like hitting a rock with an egg; while it might hold out for a short while, the ultimate outcome was already determined.

If they do not change their strategy in time and find new ways to deal with the situation, what awaits them will surely be a tragic fate of being completely swallowed up by the beast tide.

After a fierce battle with the monsters, Zheng Yuan gradually began to think about retreating. He looked at the endless monsters before him and knew that if he continued like this, he would be in extremely dangerous situation.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Zheng Yuan finally decided not to continue fighting these beasts. He carefully took out a magic power recovery pill from his pocket and quickly put it into his mouth while the monster was not paying attention.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a warm current instantly spread through his body. Zheng Yuan could feel his magic power slowly recovering. However, in order not to arouse the monster's suspicion, Zheng Yuan deliberately pretended to be weak.

He was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and the magic weapon in his hand seemed a little unsteady. Then, Zheng Yuan started fighting with the monster again.

Although he was confident in his heart, he still pretended to be struggling on the surface as he fought the monster.

The four demonic beasts lunged at Zheng Yuan, their fangs bared and claws bared, roaring profusely. Zheng Yuan dodged the beasts' attacks with a flick of his wrist, barely avoiding them. He stumbled, seemingly on the verge of falling. He wielded his magical weapon with a chaotic tactical movement, seemingly making a final, last-ditch effort.

However, in this seemingly chaotic battle, Zheng Yuan's eyes remained clear. He carefully controlled his power output while carefully observing the monster's movements.

The monster was deceived by Zheng Yuan's "weak" appearance and attacked more and more unscrupulously, not knowing that it had gradually fallen into Zheng Yuan's calculations.

As time went on, the monster's attacks began to show some flaws. Zheng Yuan keenly captured these moments, secretly calculating the best time to attack. He knew that now was not the time yet and he had to continue to be patient.

After another round of fierce fighting, the monster's physical strength gradually declined. Zheng Yuan still pretended to be exhausted.

At this moment, the monster pounced on him again, stirring up a gust of bloody wind. He feigned panic, stumbling back, waving his magical weapon haphazardly, seemingly without any purpose. Seeing him like this, the monster became even more unscrupulous, opening its bloody mouth and baring its sharp fangs.

As Zheng Yuan retreated, he secretly observed the monster's movements. Although each of its attacks was ferocious, it also gradually revealed some flaws. He knew that the opportunity was about to come.

Just as the monster lunged again, he suddenly dodged sideways, deftly avoiding its attack. Simultaneously, Zheng Yuan swung the magical weapon in his hand, sending a sharp beam of light piercing the monster's vitals. The monster, unable to react in time, was struck by the beam and let out a painful roar.

But it didn't collapse. Instead, it lunged at me even more frantically. My heart tightened, knowing this was a life-or-death battle. I took a deep breath, calmed my mind, and engaged the beast in another fierce battle.

Zheng Yuan kept changing positions, dodging the monster's attacks while searching for its weaknesses. Finally, he discovered that the monster's abdomen was relatively soft, which might be its weak spot.

He waited for his chance. When the monster pounced again, I suddenly jumped up and stabbed the monster's abdomen with all my strength. The monster let out a shrill scream and its body trembled violently.

Over time

Zheng Yuan watched helplessly as the monks around him fell one by one under the attacks of the monsters. The tragic scene was terrifying. However, Zheng Yuan's face remained calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Amidst the chaotic and bloody battlefield, Zheng Yuan's heart was like a deep pool, unruffled. He knew that in this life-or-death moment, self-preservation was paramount. As the saying goes, a friend's death is better than the loss of oneself. He wasn't a heartless person, but in this cruel world of immortal cultivation, survival was paramount.

The monks who had once fought alongside him were now dead souls at the hands of the demonic beasts. Zheng Yuan watched silently, feeling a pang of pity, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew he couldn't let his emotions sway him, or else he would face death.

The roar of the monster echoed in his ears. Zheng Yuan held the magic weapon tightly in his hand, his eyes firm and cold.

The white-haired old man also saw the current situation and knew that if they continued to fight like this, all of them would die.

Retreat! Retreat! Inside the market formation, the white-haired old man shouted loudly.

The white-haired old man's voice was as resounding as a bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears on the chaotic battlefield. Upon hearing the old man's cry, the monks began to retreat.

While fending off the monster's attacks, they struggled to retreat towards the market. The monster seemed to sense their intentions and pounced on them even more frantically, trying to stop their retreat.

The white-haired old man wielded his magical weapon, unleashing a powerful force that opened a path of retreat for everyone. His eyes were firm and resolute, with only one thought in mind: to lead everyone safely back to the market formation.