Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

Chapter 766: Chapter 263: Witch God Skill (Part 4)

"Not good!"

"Should we go help Mr. Xiao!"

Seeing the man getting closer to Lin Zheyu, Soi Mulan said gravely.

She wanted to act, but sensed that many were lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce. If she made a move, others would surely intervene.

"Impossible!"

"With Mr. Xiao’s strong perception, how could he still not break free from the Illusory Dream Realm?"

Bai Lin said suspiciously.

He couldn’t help but want to intervene. If this continued, Mr. Xiao might really fall into the hands of that Shaman.

If that happened, before the rule fragments descended, they would lose a strong ally.

"Can’t wait any longer, attack!"

Bai Lin saw that Lin Zheyu seemed to be completely bound by the man’s Witch God Skill, gritted his teeth, and said softly.

He exchanged a glance with Soi Mulan, nodded slightly, and then they both quickly disappeared from their spots.

Boom!

However, just as they acted, a giant fist from the darkness swung towards Bai Lin’s back.

Bai Lin swiftly turned, dodging to the side, and his right fist slammed out fiercely.

Boom!

Massive forces exploded between them, with blood-colored waves clashing with a purple glow, forming a powerful shockwave, scattering the surrounding sand and stones.

"Hey, your opponent is me!"

A rugged man wearing animal skins emerged from the darkness, sneering as he spoke.

At the same time, on the other side, Soi Mulan, who intended to attack, was also blocked by another Barbarian Race warrior.

Bai Lin’s face was extremely grim.

He couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Lin Zheyu, his eyes flickering with surprise.

"Huh!"

Bai Lin exclaimed in surprise.

The Barbarian Race warrior opposite him found this strange and glanced over.

Only to see that the Shaman man was already within a hundred meters in front of Lin Zheyu.

Boom!

The Barbarian Race warrior felt a fierce wind coming at him and instantly realized he was deceived.

He quickly stepped back two paces to dodge the attack, only to be stunned as Bai Lin feinted and rushed straight towards Lin Zheyu.

"Damn!"

The rugged man cursed angrily, a sudden burst of ghostly light from his body, and with a kick, he shot off in pursuit.

"You dare deceive... uh... no! Saar!!"

The rugged man chased after Bai Lin, a glance out of the corner of his eye towards Lin Zheyu caused his face to change drastically.

...

Not far away.

As the Shaman man got closer to Lin Zheyu, the smile on his face grew wider.

He stopped about a hundred meters away from Lin Zheyu, not daring to proceed further.

His figure flickered, appearing in different positions each time, but never entering within that hundred meters of Lin Zheyu.

This distance was a safe zone the man had set for himself.

Even if the Martial Artist in front had something hidden, he was confident he could escape using this distance as a buffer.

After observing for a moment, the man tapped his storage bag with his right hand and took out a rope made from some kind of Exotic Beast’s sinew.

Though confident in his Witch God Skill, the man was still very cautious, intending to bind Lin Zheyu with the magical artifact before advancing further.

"Go!"

The man flicked his right hand, and the rope shot towards Lin Zheyu.

At that moment, Lin Zheyu finally moved.

The man was too cautious, and if he waited any longer, he would be bound by this magical artifact.

Even though he didn’t want to expose too much of his strength, Lin Zheyu had no choice.

If he endured any longer, the man might escape.

Rumble!

A terrifying roar sounded as Lin Zheyu stomped his legs, causing the entire ground to tremble.

His speed skyrocketed instantly, reaching an astonishing eight times the speed of sound in a split second.

Such terrifying acceleration was something even the Shaman man hadn’t anticipated.

The man felt his vision blur.

The Martial Artist, who was supposedly trapped in the Illusory Dream Realm and restrained by his Witch God Skill, vanished instantly.

"Not good!"

"He’s not affected by the Illusory Dream Realm!"

"How is this possible!"

The man’s figure flickered as he quickly retreated.

He was utterly shocked.

This Illusory Dream Realm, improved with the blessing of the Barbarian God, could trap even slightly weaker Golden Core experts if their spirit wasn’t strong enough.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

"Die!"

Seeing the man blend again into the darkness, Lin Zheyu shouted explosively.

He detested these inexplicable abilities the most.

He’s here!

Lin Zheyu’s eyes focused.

Despite the Shaman man’s extreme caution, Lin Zheyu’s sudden outburst caught him off guard, preventing him from immediately fleeing from Lin Zheyu’s perception range.

In an instant, Lin Zheyu sensed the Shaman man’s exact position.

Without even glancing at the shadows that flashed past or were about to evaporate into nothingness.

Boom!

Lin Zheyu stepped forward with his right foot, and his long blade cut through the air, sending a splash of crimson blood from the darkness.

Aaaah!

With a scream, a middle-aged man’s figure tumbled out of the darkness, clutching the wound on his right arm, his face pale as a sheet.

"Illusion!"

"Ah!"

The man gritted his teeth, desperately trying to summon his spirit to use the Illusory Dream Realm one more time, even if it meant risking his life.

Yet as the words left his mouth, a lethal blade’s light already slashed past his neck.

Thud—

A head rolled to the ground, the eyes filled with shock, resentment, and venom.

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