Although Han Li had some doubts about the relationship between the “Phoenix Frostflame” and this Ice Phoenix, he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he found it strange that since the Elder Che’s avatar possessed the Myriad Demon Banner, why didn’t it step forward to assist the Ice Phoenix in attacking? Instead, it inexplicably drew him into the banner.
The beautiful woman was clearly the Palace Master of the Minor Cold Palace, the other late-stage cultivator within the palace.
It seemed her abilities were significantly inferior to Frost Li the Transcendent, at least in terms of not having cultivated any frostflame. Otherwise, even with the support of two mid-stage cultivators, she wouldn’t have been barely able to defend herself against this tenth-grade Ice Phoenix.
After all, the white frostflame of the Ice Phoenix was overwhelmingly powerful. Once the three of them were caught in it, their abilities were greatly diminished.
This left Han Li staring in astonishment, realizing for the first time the immense power of extreme cold flames—a divine ability that almost defied the laws of heaven and earth.
Under such circumstances, if Elder Che had intervened even slightly, the three would have been swiftly defeated.
Could it be that this Ice Phoenix and Elder Che were at odds, making it unwilling to place itself under the Myriad Demon Banner’s influence?
Han Li’s thoughts raced, quickly arriving at a plausible explanation.
But just then, something unexpected happened!
A section of a mangled corpse and several damaged treasures and artifacts tumbled out from a certain part of the massive banner in the sky, falling straight into the hall.
Caught off guard, Han Li was startled, but upon closer inspection, he realized the mutilated corpse was clad in the attire of a Minor Cold Palace disciple, and judging by the attire, it was clearly someone of high status—likely one of the palace’s Nascent Soul elders.
A flash of surprise crossed Han Li’s face as he realized that he wasn’t the only one trapped in the Myriad Demon Banner—other Minor Cold Palace cultivators were also imprisoned within. No wonder the banner was merely hovering in mid-air, guarding the entrance.
He wondered how long these Minor Cold Palace cultivators had been trapped.
The fact that they had endured in the banner until now without being completely annihilated suggested they must have employed some secret technique to temporarily resist the banner’s power. Otherwise, given the cultivation of Elder Che’s avatar and their confinement within the banner, they couldn’t possibly have lasted this long.
But as long as the cultivators inside the banner weren’t completely eliminated, Elder Che likely couldn’t immediately mobilize the banner to pursue him.
With this lightning-fast reasoning, Han Li felt greatly relieved and began scanning the hall carefully.
His gaze soon landed on a tall jade platform.
Spanning over a hundred zhang in width and six to seven zhang in height, the platform held three teleportation formations—one large and two small—arranged side by side.
Overjoyed, Han Li was about to form hand seals when his expression suddenly shifted, revealing a hint of peculiarity.
The humanoid puppet behind him abruptly reached out toward a certain point in the void.
A black dagger, the same one that had mysteriously vanished in the demonic space, shot out from a distorted space about ten zhang away from Han Li. Somehow, the weapon had broken free from its restraints and reappeared out of thin air.
With a flick of its sleeve, the puppet stored the dagger away.
Han Li’s brows twitched slightly, but he showed no further reaction. Instead, his body shimmered with spiritual light as he transformed into a cyan streak, charging toward the platform with his swarm of fire crows and flying swords in tow.
As long as he could escape the Void Spirit Hall, he couldn’t care less about who won or lost between the Minor Cold Palace and these demon beasts!
Moments later, the cyan streak reached the center of the hall. However, instead of passing directly through, it veered in a wide arc, skirting the edges of the ongoing battle.
Since most of the hall was affected by the Ice Phoenix’s extreme cold, Han Li couldn’t avoid triggering his Purple Aural Flame, which instantly enveloped his body, repelling the white frost and rendering it harmless.
“Dry Blue Iceflame! You’re also a disciple of the Minor Cold Palace! Don’t think altering the flame’s appearance can fool me!”
The Ice Phoenix, which had been pressing the Palace Master and her two companions into retreat, had witnessed Han Li’s sudden entry into the hall, his capture by the Myriad Demon Banner, and his subsequent escape. It had been observing him closely, astonished by his actions.
When Han Li’s streak of light shot forward, the Ice Phoenix grew wary. But seeing him detour around the center, it initially decided to ignore him—after all, anyone who could escape the Myriad Demon Banner was no ordinary cultivator, and if he wasn’t interfering, it saw no reason to provoke a powerful enemy.
Yet the moment Han Li’s Purple Aural Flame appeared, the Ice Phoenix’s eyes turned crimson, and it let out a piercing shriek, as if the flame had triggered some deep-seated hatred. To it, the Dry Blue Iceflame was a mortal enemy.
Before Han Li could react, the Ice Phoenix let out a venomous cry and violently flapped one of its wings toward him.
The ice feathers on its wing shot out like countless arrows, transforming mid-flight into hundreds of translucent flying swords, each half a chi long, raining down on Han Li in a dense, overwhelming barrage.
Han Li, still in mid-flight, was startled.
The sheer number of sword lights alone was terrifying, let alone their power—especially since they were formed from the feathers of a tenth-grade Ice Phoenix.
Without hesitation, Han Li accelerated his flight, but at the same time, he unleashed a hundred golden sword lights and a swarm of crimson fire crows to intercept the incoming blades.
A thunderous clash erupted as golden and white lights intertwined, and bursts of crimson flames exploded amidst the frosty mist, sending towering pillars of fire into the air.
The Emerald Swarm Sword and the fire crows managed to hold off the assault momentarily.
Seizing the opportunity, Han Li’s cyan streak shot past the center of the hall, heading straight for the platform in the corner.
“Hmm?” The Ice Phoenix was taken aback, surprised that its attack hadn’t even delayed Han Li for half a moment.
But its hatred for those who wielded Dry Blue Iceflame ran deeper than Han Li could imagine. In its mind, Han Li was no different from that person from the past, and its killing intent surged.
With a flicker, its massive body blurred, splitting into three identical avatars.
Two continued pressing the Palace Master and her companions, while the third flapped its wings, vanishing in a flash of white light.
Han Li, keeping a close eye on the beast, tensed as he saw this. He immediately halted his flight, stopping dead in his tracks.
He was now only a hundred zhang away from the teleportation formation.
He had no intention of carelessly flying straight into the jaws of the vanished Ice Phoenix.
With a dark expression, he rubbed his hands together and then flung them outward.
A deafening roar of thunder followed as dozens of thumb-thick golden arcs shot from his palms, forming a vast golden net spanning twenty to thirty zhang, covering everything beneath it.
Almost simultaneously, space twisted about ten zhang away from Han Li, and the Ice Phoenix reappeared in a flash of white light.
A fierce glint flashed in Han Li’s eyes as he formed a hand seal.
The golden arcs trembled before mercilessly snapping toward the beast, aiming to ensnare it.
The Ice Phoenix seemed momentarily surprised but remained unshaken. Instead, it opened its beak and exhaled a white cyclone toward the descending arcs.
The cyclone howled as it expanded, sending the golden net into disarray, preventing it from descending.
Within moments, the arcs shattered into fragments before dissipating entirely.
Han Li was shocked and hurriedly prepared to summon the Eight Spirit Ruler hidden in his sleeve. But before he could, the Ice Phoenix struck first.
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