Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The members of the Living Kill Hall in the supervision room never saw her, only the screens that were lit up with light turning black.

The twin-bladed flying device left trails of ethereal light in the air, and as the girl quickened her pace, it swiftly disappeared into the more spacious underground arena.

At this moment, the scene inside the wide, funnel-shaped building below was utterly chaotic.

Not only because of her surprise attack, which caused dozens of members of the Living Kill Hall to swarm and block the entrance to the underground arena, but also because the chaotic battle inside the arena had already begun.

The increasingly scorching atmosphere made the already damaged underground space even more stuffy.

Those who had taken the elixir were extremely weak, and the area where shouts and cries were frequent was oxygen-scarce, causing many to faint.

"Damn it, this trouble is endless. We just got rid of one lunatic and now another pilot shows up." The arena owner received the news and also came to the entrance to block the people.

He had already torn off the fire magic talismans from his body and even changed his clothes.

"So even the name of the Hall of Living Slaughter can't intimidate people anymore, huh?" He cursed under his breath, then hurriedly urged the other two fully-fledged spirits guarding the prison: "All of you, come up here and greet the guests!"

"I'm not your place to order around!" the other side roared back. "You bastard, what the hell did you do with that puppet leopard in room four? It's still being dismantled!"

"Isn't this the wildness you wanted? I stuffed the fiercest and most ferocious wildcats into a mental overloaded enclosure, isn't that wild enough?!" the modifier-owner yelled.

"This is a fucking lunatic who won't listen to reason! Wildness is something you should have on the field, but you've brought it off the field!" the other end of the line roared. "I have to teach this leopard a lesson. I don't have time to listen to you. Solve your own problems and don't bother me!"

After the voice faded, the communication was disconnected.

The shop owner cursed under his breath again, then heard a message from the monitoring room that the enemy was approaching. He immediately ordered his men to raise their weapons and aim them at the entrance.

The sounds of fighting and clashing swords echoed continuously from the vast arena behind. The young man roared as he severed the neck of another withered old figure, then turned to fight his newly acquainted friend who had been in the same cell with him.

Clang——

Two rough, simple knives clashed, creating a fleeting spark.

The commentator shouted excitedly, and at the same time, rousing music filled the arena, with lyrics that were almost distorted and screamed, igniting the atmosphere of the entire arena.

The audience cheered, and the competition raged on the field.

The lights kept changing and flashing, making the entire underground arena look like a dance hall.

In the distance, more than forty strangely dressed members of the Living Kill Hall gripped their weapons, holding broadswords and ranged weapons, each raising long crossbows and powerful crossbows adorned with explosive fire symbols, pointing towards the entrance of the arena.

The rousing music in the background was about to reach its climax, but here all fell silent.

A small, unmanned flying boat was sent from the competition area, and a shot was taken from there.

In the wide-area network live broadcast room, two screens were also displayed simultaneously.

Numerous short articles floated upwards from the side of the screen, while bullet comments rapidly moved across the screen.

Another betting game was also set in motion, a wager between the foreign pilots and the Living Kill Hall.

The commentator also noticed this battlefield, and declared loudly that they had set up the situation with the lives of their own people.

In the increasingly oppressive underground space, the shouts and screams of the audience grew more intense, and some even threw Danlei into the air, causing a violent fire explosion.

Almost simultaneously, a flying object studded with a thick plume of smoke and lightning shot straight into the entrance of the arena—

With a whoosh, the sharp blade sliced ​​through a hundred meters, piercing straight into a person's forehead.

The thunderous explosion shattered the man's unmodified head along with his flesh.

Thump,

Thick fog, carrying blood and brain matter, spread out, obscuring everyone's vision.

"Get the hell out of here!" The shop owner, who had been attacked, recognized the tactic and roared as he ordered his men to scatter to the left and right.

But then, the six flying objects suddenly shot in from all directions, each flying randomly in a different direction.

In an instant, the six flying instruments took the lives of six soldiers.

After passing through, the flying device continued to weave through the crowd, precisely reaping each figure like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"Release the spirit vibration wave!" the shop owner shouted hurriedly, his eyes red.

"Wait—my heart pump is driven by inspiration!" someone shouted from the crowd.

However, no one paid attention to it. The Spirit Breaking Wave had already exploded, turning into a shockwave of blue light that spread outwards along with a fierce howl of wind.

The unmanned recording boat used for live streaming wobbled twice, then crashed to the ground and exploded, causing the surrounding signal to become increasingly unstable.

The images and narration in the air, along with the intense music, instantly turned into a cacophony of noise.

The image shattered and fell in pieces, and the live broadcast on the wide area network went black and lost signal.

Tens of thousands of online viewers hurled insults at the official account of Huoshatang, leaving the person in charge of the network within the hall stunned.

At the scene, half of the members of the Living Kill Hall had fallen due to the reverberation of the spirit-breaking shockwave. Most of them were due to the failure of their leg spirit bodies or the disturbance of their minds. Two others were clutching their hearts and slowly falling to the ground.

They were still muttering something under their breath, but their voices grew softer and softer, and their life force quickly faded away.

Despite paying such a high price (mainly due to the disruption of the live stream), the gladiatorial arena owner has ultimately reaped some rewards.

It is evident that the seven flying devices in the crowd have gone out of control and crashed to the ground.

The trail of light broke off and trembled on the ground, no longer posing any threat.

"Go!" the shopkeeper shouted, but few people around him made any move.

Now, the spirit bodies of both the elites and the ragtag soldiers of the Living Kill Hall around them are not under their control. Even if they can still move, they are unwilling to rush forward desperately. At most, they will pick up the double-edged flying instrument on the ground, tie it up, and stick two or three spirit-sealing talismans on it.

The fat man cursed a few times, but his steps were also backing away.

These people are not united at all. They only have strong execution capabilities when they bully the weak or when there is profit to be made. In this time when everyone is in danger, they will scatter like birds and beasts when they encounter trouble.

As the fog dissipated, the figures affected by the Spirit Breaking Wave slowly rose to their feet.

At the corner of the corridor behind the entrance, Jin You also barely regained her mobility, adjusted her left arm and legs, and reconnected the broken Twelve Flying Machines.

“Seven have lost signal…” she clicked her tongue and said, “How come there are disruptive vibrations everywhere? Fortunately, they are small and the interference is not significant.”

Xi Heng's illusory figure stood to the side, leaning against the wall, and said, "This is the Spirit-Breaking Attack? I don't feel anything."

"This thing disrupts the state of the joint where the spiritual light connects with the spiritual body mechanism. Since you are not a mechanical creation, you naturally won't feel anything," Jin You explained simply, and then sent out two more flying devices.

However, after a period of spiritual shock, the flying instrument was no longer so easy and smooth to control. With her fourth-level flying instrument master's control ability, she could only barely kill two people in a dozen seconds.

"Remote control is quite troublesome in this environment, close combat is better..."

Jin You took a deep breath and stepped out, appearing outside.

The next moment, several gunpowder explosions and the sound of crossbow bolts flying down came rapidly.

A premonition made her turn to dodge, but before she could, the automatic defense function of the three close-range projectiles had already blocked the incoming projectiles in front of her.

Jin You stretches his arms forward, crosses his hands, and then pulls them back.

Two flying objects in the crowd turned around and swam back around her.

The enemy then began to hurl thunderbolts and unleash talisman cannons, but thanks to Fei Yi's protection, these attacks failed to harm her.

Dan Lei was thrown aside, the fire talisman exploded in mid-air, and the other hidden weapons such as golden needles and darts were automatically intercepted by the flying instrument.

Amidst the clanging and piercing sound of metal clashing, the gray-haired girl strode forward swiftly.

She casually shattered a fog-blocking thunderbolt with her flying device, and thick gray smoke spread.

Her figure disappeared into the thick smoke, and when she reappeared, she was already inside the enemy ranks.

The blades spun, flashing silver light.

Wherever Jin Youxing goes, the twin blades of the flying device around him will create a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The henchmen of the Living Kill Hall swung their broadswords, and in a flash of silver light, the thick blades were sliced ​​in two.

Another grappling hook reached out, but before it could get within two meters, it was chopped into several pieces.

Jin You strode forward, waving his hand to scatter a shower of blood onto his gray robe and the surface of his beast-tooth mask.

One by one, heads fell, and under her precise control, more than half of the forty-odd members of the Living Killing Hall were killed in just one minute.

Seeing this massacre, which was as swift as slicing melons and chopping vegetables, the people around quickly fled in panic, and even the shop owner wearing the golden gloves was surrounded and retreated with him.

However, when the two flying instruments pierced his knees, the obese shopkeeper lost all strength to escape and collapsed to the ground like a lump of fat, rolling around several times.

None of the other members of the Killing Gang paid any attention to him, but Fei Yi gradually regained his senses and quickly chased down and took down the fleeing men one by one.

Jin You chased for only half a minute before the enemies, who were just jumping around, were now lying on the spot, groaning in pain, severely wounded and dead.

Many of them were accidentally shot or slashed by their companions when they fell to the ground.

After easily defeating the large group, the gray-haired girl clapped her hands and asked the white-haired girl beside her, whom only she could see:

"Could you please check where the seven flying instruments that were sealed away earlier are?"

“Alright,” Xi Heng said with a smile after witnessing the massacre.

His spiritual sense swept across the area casually, and his gaze fell on the obese figure on the ground, screaming in pain.

Jin You quickly moved closer and kicked the soft lump of flesh hard, sending it undulating.

The shop owner, already in excruciating pain, screamed again and managed to turn over.

The flying device, which had been affected by the spirit-breaking shockwave, was now tightly gripped in the golden hand on this person's right arm.

"You bastard..." he glared, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "I've given you the cat, I've given you the money, what are you coming back for?!"

"I'll take the lives of all you scumbags." Jin You crushed one of the other's left legs and said coldly, "Gambling with your life, devouring living people, eating your own rotten flesh—people like you deserve to die the most."

After screaming in pain, the other person, covered in cold sweat, laughed out of anger: "Damn it, I thought you discovered the cat was fake, but it turns out it was for this bullshit excuse! You thought—"

"The cat is fake?" Jin You frowned.

The man in front of him ignored him and continued to roar, "Damn it, you think I'm the one eating people! It's money that's eating people! I was born to do this and that! Human flesh is delicious? It's because there's money to be made! Do you know how much tribute I pay to the Living Killing Gang every month? If I pay even a penny less, they'll kill me!"

"What else can I do! This is the only thing I can do to survive!"

“There’s a company above the Hall of Living Slaughter! Above the company is the High Heaven, and above the High Heaven are the damn Celestials! Kill them, why are you messing with me! Damn it!” He became more and more agitated as he spoke, until his face twisted into a ferocious beast-like shape, baring his teeth and yelling at her.

"..." Jin You stood while the other person lay down, and she remained silent for a moment.

"Believe it or not, I'm considered relatively clean in this city. There are plenty of people who are much dirtier than me!" the other person said.

The girl took a half step back and said, "You're right, but you still deserve to die... But don't worry, I'll do my best to send the other filth down too."

With a flick of the fingertips, several flying instruments turned in the air and pointed at the other person's round head.

"Ha—" The shop owner gave a sullen, cold laugh.

Just as the flying instrument was about to strike and end the man's life.

A communication ringtone suddenly sounded.

Multiple instruments played wildly, the chaotic drumbeats blended into a jumbled mess, and the hoarse, shouting lyrics stirred up a restless mood.

The bell rang briefly on the shop owner's golden prosthetic arm, and then all movement around him ceased.

He glanced at the prosthetic arm ringing its bell, then at the man who was about to kill him, cursed under his breath, and still clicked to confirm the call.

A burst of spiritual light emanated from the collarbone, projecting an image of a bald, dark-skinned mechanical man whose entire body had been transformed into a spiritual form.

This person was covered in lion and tiger tattoos, and even had a distorted "king" character carved on his forehead, making him look truly bizarre.

"You bastard, do you even want to keep your job?!" The dark-skinned figure cursed as soon as he appeared.

"If you're going to have a fight, then have a fight. Why use some broken spirit talisman? You've ruined the live stream of the betting game. Are you looking for death?"

"Do you even know that the number of chips in the arena just jumped to 100,000?! The two chip pools combined could have tens of millions! You think you, a pig, can handle this kind of business?!"

The shop owner had barely answered the call when he was met with another barrage of angry words, and he angrily retaliated:

"Lu Gui, I'm about to die! Fuck you!"

"I don't care if you live or die, just turn on the live stream! The betting is on your side, I'll make more money if you die." The dark-skinned projection yelled, "There are thousands of people cursing us in the comments section of our Living Kill Gang, get the streaming back on track!"

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" The fat man slammed his golden hand into the ground like a madman, then immediately turned around and stared at the gray-robed woman with a ferocious expression, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Kill me! Kill me!"

"I don't want to live another day! Let me die!"

The next instant, the silver flying device pierced through his forehead, churning his brains before tearing open a bloody hole from behind.

The frenzied, large figure finally came to a stop, collapsing straight to the ground, a large pool of blood seeping from the back of its head.

"Damn it!" The dark-skinned projection communicating with him cursed angrily upon seeing his death, "So eager to die and reincarnate? My live stream hasn't even started yet!"

Seeing this absurd scene, Xi Heng was at a loss for how to react.

Then, as if realizing something, the black-skinned projection turned its head and pointed at Jin You, who was wearing a gray robe behind it, saying: