The explosions of immortal power rang out without end. Immortals' bodies were already incomparably enormous, making the force of their self-destruction all the more terrifying.
Destructive power surged relentlessly toward him. Those nauseating masses of grotesque flesh swelled before his eyes, and the flying chunks of flesh burned amid the self-destructions.
Li Yunbing no longer knew where he had been scattered to.
"A miscalculation."
Amid the crisis, the calm belonging to a Demon Saint reclaimed his mind. This battle, hastily led by his grandfather Li Dalong, was plainly a failure. After descending, they had chosen to stand ready in strict formation, only to make themselves turtles in a jar.
Yet on second thought, there had been no better option. After all, they had never encountered the Immortal Court's true main force, and the immortals had never before resorted to such a desperate measure as self-destruction.
Li Yunbing's body was driven continuously backward. He no longer knew where he had been scattered to.
"The ones using self-destruction are all immortals. Its power is equivalent to a Void Refinement Realm cultivator self-destructing. To us at the Body Integration Realm, it is neither painful nor itchy, much less when we all possess Clan Treasure Armor."
He allowed the force to blast him away as he pondered steadily. "Cong Yuandu, who governs death, is performing a rite. They preserved part of the immortals' souls. That is also why the immortals were willing to scatter us at the cost of protecting themselves."
Feeling his own magical power dissipate beneath the endless chain of self-destructions, another explosion rang out. Li Yunbing lowered his head. The ground collapsed as well. This was already the seventh self-destruction.
He mused, "They intend to use this method—to use the weakest group of immortals to exhaust as much of our magical