As the woman’s divine sense became disordered, the flying swords that had been locked in a stalemate with Han Li’s immediately dimmed in spiritual light, their power greatly diminished.
Seeing this, Han Li inwardly urged his sword art, and the dozen or so Emerald Swarm Swords simultaneously erupted with golden radiance, swiftly encircling the now-sluggish ice swords.
A series of sharp *crack* sounds rang out—nearly half of the ice swords were severed in two by the golden flying swords. The remaining few ice swords also dimmed instantly, emitting mournful cries as if severely damaged.
The white-robed woman, who had just recovered from the Divine Sense Spike, was horrified to see her lifebound treasure destroyed. The mental backlash caused her to spit out several mouthfuls of blood, but she had no time to dwell on it. She urgently activated her sword art, attempting to recall the remaining swords. If all of them were destroyed, the damage would be far worse than it was now!
But since Han Li had already made his move, how could he let her retrieve her lifebound swords so easily?
With a swift motion, he pointed toward the distant swords. Immediately, all the Emerald Swarm Swords relentlessly pursued the remaining ice swords, while those without opponents accelerated with astonishing speed. In just a few flashes, they eerily maneuvered ahead of the ice swords, trapping them in a pincer attack. The sharp hum of sword energy filled the air as the ice swords were completely surrounded.
Just as Han Li prepared to fully destroy the woman’s lifebound treasure with his swords’ sharpness, a furious roar suddenly erupted from above:
**”How dare you?!”**
Two streaks of black light shot out from the snowflakes overhead, transforming into two ferocious black flood dragons, each over seventy feet long, their claws bared and fangs exposed.
Han Li remained unshaken, as if he had anticipated this attack. With one hand still controlling his swords, he flicked his other hand, summoning a crimson book that radiated a red glow.
As spiritual light shimmered, the book unfurled. A clear chime rang out, and hundreds of golden and silver ancient characters flew from its pages. The moment these characters appeared, they rapidly expanded in the wind, transforming into countless light clusters that surged toward the two black flood dragons.
The dragons showed no hesitation, spewing black mist from their mouths as they plunged into the swarm of ancient characters.
A series of thunderous explosions erupted as golden and silver light burst upon the dragons’ bodies, shattering their black mist and sending them tumbling backward. Each of these ancient characters possessed astonishing power.
The two black flood dragons, unable to withstand such heavy damage, let out low roars before reverting to their true forms—two black short halberds.
Seeing this, Han Li felt a flicker of satisfaction and subtly increased the flow of magic power into the crimson book.
The book trembled violently, releasing even more ancient characters that swiftly enveloped the space above him before shooting forward.
A flash of black light revealed the green-robed middle-aged man, his expression grim as he materialized amidst the swarm of characters. Without a word, he raised his hand, recalling the two black halberds. Then, with a flip of his palm, a small cyan flag appeared in his grasp.
Though only a few inches in size, the flag rippled with arcane symbols as he waved it. A fierce gale erupted, and the man vanished without a trace.
The ancient characters struck empty air, leaving Han Li momentarily stunned.
On the other side, Han Li did not press his attack further, for Bai Mengxin had suddenly produced a flawless white mirror.
With a single flick, the mirror aimed at the golden light of Han Li’s flying swords.
A milky-white beam shot from its surface, catching the golden clusters off guard. The moment the light touched them, layers of frost rapidly encased the swords, freezing most of them into solid blocks of ice.
Seizing the opportunity, the remaining ice swords swiftly retreated, vanishing into the woman’s body in a flash.
Han Li’s gaze swept the scene, and with a cold snort, he flicked his fingers toward the distance.
Thunderous rumbles erupted from the golden swords as thin arcs of lightning crackled across their surfaces. The divine might of the Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning shattered the ice inch by inch, freeing the swords in an instant.
Bai Mengxin’s expression changed drastically, and she swiftly redirected the mirror toward Han Li.
But before she could act, a deafening roar erupted behind Han Li as a pair of silver wings unfurled from his back. With a single beat, he vanished in a flash of silver light.
Bai Mengxin froze, but almost simultaneously, a fierce gust of wind swept past her. From within the wind, an arm suddenly reached out, yanking her into its embrace before both vanished without a trace.
A moment later, a silver arc flashed, and Han Li reappeared where Bai Mengxin had stood.
Staring at the empty space, a trace of killing intent surfaced on his face. His pupils gleamed with blue light as he abruptly flicked his wrist, sending a streak of black light shooting from his sleeve before disappearing again.
Several dozen feet away, black light flickered. A muffled grunt sounded as a severed arm dropped eerily from the air. The green-robed middle-aged man staggered into view, his face contorted in pain.
Despite losing an arm, the man reacted swiftly, catching the severed limb with his other hand before vanishing in another gust of wind.
Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly, but he did not pursue. Instead, he raised his hand, summoning the black streak back to him. It reappeared before him—a dagger several inches long, pulsing with an eerie black glow. It was none other than the Demon Core Blade, originally wielded by the humanoid puppet.
Han Li hovered in the snowstorm, his expression unreadable as he scanned his surroundings with flickering blue pupils, searching for something.
Outside the illusion formation, in another part of the array, the green-robed man frantically pressed his severed arm against the wound, hastily applying several talismans. White light swirled as the limb reattached.
**”What a bizarre treasure. It seems Junior Sister Mengyao wasn’t exaggerating—this Han fellow’s abilities are truly formidable. Junior Sister Mengxin, are you alright?”**
Seeing the bleeding stop, the man exhaled in relief before turning to Bai Mengxin with concern.
**”I’m fine. Though my lifebound treasure was destroyed, I managed to recover nearly half of it. But these Frostflame Swords can no longer be used in battle. Senior Brother Hanli, the restrictions had no effect on him, and he seems capable of seeing through illusions. Our concealment was completely useless.”**
Bai Mengxin’s originally pale face now bore two unnatural spots of red on her cheeks, her voice hoarse.
**”I saw everything. This man is indeed not to be underestimated. If not for the Void Heaven Cauldron, I would never have provoked such an enemy. But now that we’ve acted, there’s no turning back. I’ve already neutralized the last remnants of the backlash from the world’s spiritual energy. From here, you two need only assist me—I will handle his execution. In my current state, I can barely muster the full power of the Profound Jade Cavern’s frost energy. No matter how strong he is, he cannot withstand such an overwhelming force!”**
Frost Li the Transcendent’s body blazed with blue light, though the golden glow in his eyes gradually receded as he spoke calmly.
**”Mobilizing the Profound Jade Frost? That would seal the cavern for the next millennium!”** The green-robed man paled, and Bai Mengxin’s expression also shifted.
**”It’s the only way. You’ve both tested him—he’s clearly a master of formations, and his treasures and techniques are extraordinarily sharp. Besides the Void Heaven Cauldron, he also wields a fan that resembles a spirit treasure. Only by harnessing the full power of the Profound Jade Cavern can I be certain of killing him. Compared to the Void Heaven Cauldron, sealing the cavern for a thousand years is a small price to pay.”**
The Transcendent cast a cold glance toward Han Li, who remained trapped within the restrictions.
Hearing the elder’s words, the green-robed man and Bai Mengxin exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing further.
Frost Li flipped his hand, producing a translucent jade token inscribed with mysterious runes. On its back was the image of an ice qilin spewing frost.
Just as he prepared to activate the token, his gaze instinctively flicked toward Han Li—and his expression abruptly twisted in alarm.
**”No! He’s found the formation’s core—he’s about to break free! You two, activate the array! Buy me time, no matter what!”**
The green-robed man whirled toward the distance in shock.
Within the illusion, Han Li was forming hand seals. A golden greatsword, dozens of feet long and crackling with lightning, had materialized above him. It slowly descended toward a specific point in the formation.
Panicked, the green-robed man flicked his sleeve, releasing a yellow-green orb that shot toward the greatsword.
Beside him, Bai Mengxin silently raised her white mirror, unleashing several milky-white beams aimed directly at Han Li—a desperate attempt to divert his attention.
Meanwhile, Frost Li urgently chanted an incantation, sending the jade token soaring into the air. White light gathered around it, forming a radiant sphere within which the silhouette of a spirit beast slowly took shape.
At the same time, Han Li’s greatsword technique reached its climax. The golden blade descended with unwavering certainty.
A master of formations himself, and aided by his Brightsight Spirit Eyes, dismantling a mere illusion was child’s play.
Yet when the green orb appeared beneath the greatsword and the milky-white beams surged toward him through the snowstorm, Han Li’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
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