What shot out was precisely the flying dagger forged from the Demon Marrow Crystal. Among all of Han Li’s treasures, this dagger boasted the fastest flight speed.
No sooner had it been released than it viciously stabbed into the wind sphere.
Like cold water splashed into a boiling oil pot! The moment the dagger vanished into the sphere, the wind sphere abruptly came alive. The black vortex within trembled violently, distorting and emitting a thunderous roar. The surface of the sphere became irregularly uneven, and the chaotic spiritual pressure nearby surged like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
This scene abruptly cut off the black-armored woman’s triumphant laughter. The silver-haired woman, however, seemed to recall something after a brief thought, her beautiful eyes lighting up with joy before she let out a long sigh of relief.
“Impossible! How could a mere dagger disrupt the Black Wind Banner?” the black-armored woman blurted out in disbelief. But seeing the wind sphere above her on the verge of bursting, she could no longer wait. With a hand seal, she lightly tapped the black light sphere floating above her palm, sending an inconspicuous gray spell into it.
With a *pfft*, the light sphere trembled slightly before ejecting a black beam that vanished into the wind sphere in a flash. The violently shaking sphere instantly stabilized.
Han Li’s expression darkened. The humanoid puppet, however, activated another spell, causing the Demon Marrow dagger within the wind sphere to rapidly expand in size. Amidst black flashes, it began wildly stabbing inside the sphere, stirring the recently calmed wind sphere back into instability.
“You’re courting death!” Enraged, the black-armored woman instinctively reached toward Han Li’s direction with a claw-like motion. An immense spiritual pressure instantly descended upon Han Li’s head.
Han Li’s heart skipped a beat. Just as he prepared to evade, Linglong, floating above the altar, acted first. With a gentle wave toward Han Li, a *boom* erupted as a black demonic claw and a milky-white giant hand collided mid-air, exploding violently. Black and white lights intertwined, producing sharp tearing sounds.
“With me here, do you think you can kill him so easily?” The silver-haired woman chuckled lightly, her starry eyes fixed unblinkingly on the black-armored woman.
The black-armored woman’s face darkened, but she remained silent. She knew full well that despite the silver-haired woman lacking a physical body and having suffered a heavy blow from her main body’s divine sense earlier, defeating this formidable foe would not be quick or easy.
“I had planned to wait a little longer for better odds, but it seems I can delay no more!” The black-armored woman glanced at the massive wind sphere overhead, which seemed on the verge of losing control, took a deep breath, and muttered to herself. Suddenly, her figure flickered, dissipating like smoke in the wind, vanishing without a trace.
Linglong was momentarily stunned but quickly narrowed her eyes sharply. Her silver hair suddenly shot out as if propelled by an unseen force, countless silver threads enveloping a seemingly empty space near the wind sphere.
Before the threads could land, a surge of black mist erupted from below, swiftly coalescing into a two-headed black wolf the size of a zhang.
Upon seeing the silver threads filling the sky, the wolf’s expression shifted in surprise, but its eyes soon flashed with disdain. With a slight shake of its body, a volley of black, needle-like projectiles shot from its back, clashing with the silver threads in mid-air. The collision produced sharp, metallic clangs as if blades were striking.
Seizing the opportunity, the black wolf lunged into the wind sphere.
The sphere trembled violently, and the roaring sounds vanished instantly, replaced by eerie calm both inside and out.
Almost simultaneously, Han Li sensed through the puppet that the agile black dagger had suddenly become sluggish, as if trapped in an inescapable mire.
Alarmed, Han Li willed the humanoid puppet to unleash its full spiritual power, attempting to forcibly retrieve the Demon Marrow dagger. But a cold snort echoed from the wind sphere, and with a tremor, the dagger severed its connection with the puppet’s divine sense.
This was no small shock. Without hesitation, Han Li rubbed his hands together and flung them outward, releasing two thick golden arcs. Simultaneously, the hovering flying swords trembled, and with a series of thunderclaps, countless golden arcs erupted from them, coalescing into a twenty-zhang-long golden lightning flood dragon.
The flood dragon crackled with electricity, its body flickering with light as low thunder rumbled within.
Having exhausted nearly all the Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning from the Emerald Swarm Swords—save a residual amount for the Wind Thunder Wings—Han Li had summoned a spectacle that drew everyone’s attention.
Without delay, the lightning flood dragon lunged menacingly toward the much smaller black light sphere below.
Unlike the massive wind sphere above, this black sphere was purely condensed demonic energy. Struck by such a concentrated barrage of Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning, no matter how peculiar it was, it would instantly dissipate.
The silver-haired woman, locked in a stalemate with the black needles, couldn’t help but sigh softly at the sight of the lightning flood dragon.
Though she had merged with Silvermoon’s soul, this was the first time she had witnessed Han Li unleash the Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning with such ferocity. The flood dragon’s might even startled her.
Inside the wind sphere, the two-headed black wolf had trapped the black dagger in a translucent, gel-like substance. Seeing the lightning flood dragon, it panicked. Without hesitation, its eyes turned crimson, and both heads spewed forth bloody light beams.
The lightning flood dragon and the blood beams collided in an explosion of scattered arcs and a foul, bloody stench. Astonishingly, the blood beams managed to block the overwhelming divine lightning.
“You dare destroy my true body?” Linglong’s brows furrowed in rage upon seeing the blood beams.
The beams were formed from the essence blood of the silver wolf’s body, directly expelled by the Yuan Cha Saint’s avatar. How could the original owner of the body not be furious?
“You’re about to be annihilated, yet you still care about this body?” The black-armored woman’s sneer echoed from the wind sphere, though her voice sounded noticeably weaker.
Hearing this, Linglong’s anger vanished, replaced by icy calm. “Don’t overestimate yourself! Your divine sense is only at the Deity Transformation level. Do you truly believe you can detonate the Black Wind Banner? Even if you succeed, breaking the seal is far from guaranteed.”
“Whether I can or not, you’ll soon find out.” The black-armored woman smirked sinisterly as the black light sphere below finally injected all its demonic energy into the wind sphere. She then began channeling her power.
The wind sphere erupted with blinding black light, emitting piercing shrieks. The vortices within merged into a single colossal whirlpool over ten zhang in diameter. At its center stood the two-headed wolf, both heads spewing black rays that enveloped a small black banner—the Black Wind Banner.
As the whirlpool formed, an overwhelming spiritual pressure radiated from it, accompanied by waves of multicolored light.
Where the light swept, specks of white light materialized in the surrounding space, rapidly converging into the whirlpool’s center. Their numbers grew, creating a spectacle of terrifying grandeur.
Meanwhile, the Eight Spirit Ruler, having transformed into a silver lotus, seemed to sense something. It dimmed its glow, reverting to a green wooden ruler. With a low hum, it shot upward, escorted by eight spirit beast phantoms, vanishing into the dense clouds above.
At this sight, Linglong’s expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, she formed hand seals and spat out a circular disk—the Inverse Star Disk. With a tap of her finger, the disk spun rapidly, expanding to several feet in size.
Placing her jade-like hand atop the disk, her body glowed with crystalline radiance as golden starlight erupted from the disk’s center, as though countless stars were pouring forth.
The two-headed wolf within the black whirlpool watched with disdain, utterly unfazed by her actions.
As the white light flooded into the whirlpool, the surrounding space began to hum and distort, as if a flat sheet of paper were crumpling. The closer to the whirlpool, the more severe the distortion.
Han Li, recognizing the signs of spatial instability from his experience with spatial rifts, immediately shot toward the edge of the space, his puppet shadowing him. As he moved, he also sent a few silent messages.
Gui Ling and Lin Yinping, locked in fierce combat with the three-headed demon transformed from the big-headed freak, abruptly retreated without a word, fleeing in opposite directions.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear and Qimiao Zhenren, having overheard the exchange between the black wolf and Linglong, also recognized the danger. As soon as the two women fled, they transformed into a blood light and a green streak, respectively, and bolted.
Suddenly bereft of enemies, the three-headed demon paused in confusion before erupting in rage. In a flash, it appeared before Qimiao Zhenren’s fleeing light, swinging its six weapons to unleash waves of black energy and explosive force, forcibly halting the scholar’s escape.
Whether due to the big-headed freak’s recent transformation or inherent flaws in human-turned-demons, this creature seemed fixated on the middle-aged scholar, relentlessly teleporting to keep him trapped near the altar.
Qimiao Zhenren’s heart sank.
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