This was a bizarre demonic beast with four arms, resembling a seahorse in appearance. Its four arms were all clutching a pale green storage pouch, while its ugly face was clearly filled with glee.
Seeing this, Han Li’s pupils contracted slightly.
At that moment, the pale blue demon cultivator, who had been hovering motionlessly in the air, murmured a few words to the four-armed beast. His face soon mirrored the same excitement as he suddenly transformed into a streak of blue light, rushing straight toward the four-armed beast.
After clearly seeing the strange expression of the eighth-level demon cultivator, Han Li’s last trace of hesitation vanished.
Without further concealment, a thunderous roar erupted behind him as his snow-white Wind and Thunder Wings materialized. In the next instant, he vanished from his original spot.
After flickering a few times mid-flight, Han Li reappeared as a silver arc a thousand zhang away.
With a crack of thunder, his figure abruptly manifested above the four-armed beast.
“Ah!”
The four-armed beast was quite alert. Sensing danger, it immediately opened its mouth, spewing forth a dense swarm of yellow needles. At the same time, it transformed into a blinding yellow streak, veering in an arc to evade Han Li and instead charging toward the distant eighth-level demon cultivator.
Clearly, this beast knew Han Li was a formidable foe and had no intention of facing him alone. However, Han Li had no intention of letting a mere sixth-level beast escape his grasp. Ignoring the furious roar from the distant eighth-level demon cultivator, he flicked his sleeve, unleashing a wave of azure mist.
The hundreds of yellow needles were instantly scattered, transforming into dozens of fine yellow needles that rained down.
Simultaneously, Han Li raised his other arm and made a grasping motion toward the fleeing four-armed beast.
A scene eerily similar to when the Golden Flood Dragon King had dealt with the gaunt elder unfolded!
A flash of azure light appeared above the beast, and a massive azure hand materialized, swiftly reaching down and snatching the beast by the waist.
The four-armed beast was terrified out of its wits!
Its body flickered wildly with yellow light as its four arms suddenly morphed into four gleaming blades, slashing frantically at the azure hand.
But how could a mere sixth-level beast break a technique condensed by a late-Nascent Soul cultivator?
Despite the flashing blades, the azure hand remained unscathed.
Han Li’s brows twitched, and a layer of killing intent surfaced on his face. His outstretched fingers clenched.
The azure hand mirrored the motion, mercilessly tightening its grip. A blood-curdling scream erupted.
Though the four-armed beast’s body was exceptionally tough, it was no match for a late-Nascent Soul cultivator’s strike. Its body was instantly crushed into several pieces.
Almost simultaneously, Han Li vanished again as a silver arc, reappearing beside the beast’s remains. He swiftly snatched the green storage pouch from the corpse and scanned it with his spiritual sense.
A look of extreme delight flashed across Han Li’s face.
“Leave the spirit stones behind!”
A thunderous roar erupted from nearby. The blue-faced eighth-level demon cultivator, witnessing Han Li’s sudden appearance, the instant slaughter of the four-armed beast, and the theft of the pouch, was understandably furious. He bellowed without restraint.
The roar echoed far and wide, infused with spiritual power, ensuring that every demonic beast within dozens of li could hear it clearly.
Han Li frowned and glanced coldly at the demon, his gaze icy as if looking at a dead man.
The demon cultivator, enveloped in blue light, finally shot to a spot near Han Li. But under that frigid gaze, he felt as though plunged into the depths of winter.
Startled, the demon halted his flight and hastily scanned Han Li with his spiritual sense. His face paled, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Late-Nascent Soul cultivator! Who are you?” The previously aggressive eighth-level demon shrank back, hurriedly flipping his palms to reveal two shell-like artifacts, shielding himself with a trace of fear in his eyes.
“Who am I? There’s nothing to say to a dead man.” Han Li barely spared him a glance, instead scanning the distant horizons.
The demon’s earlier roar seemed to have had an effect. Far away, two transformed demon cultivators, who had been tightly entangled with a male and female cultivator, abruptly abandoned their opponents and transformed into two green demonic winds, racing toward Han Li.
Even farther away, golden light and faint thunderclaps signaled the return of the Golden Flood Dragon King. Given his terrifying speed, he would arrive in an instant.
Han Li’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he stowed the storage pouch. With a flip of his hand, an emerald-green wooden ruler appeared in his grasp.
The eighth-level demon wasted no time, activating his shell-like artifacts. A white glow enveloped them, forming an exceptionally sturdy barrier around him. Only then did he feel slightly reassured.
Han Li sneered at the sight. With a light flick of the ruler, an emerald glow flashed, and a Buddhist chant echoed above the demon’s head. A silver lotus several zhang in size materialized, showering down seven-colored Buddhist light.
Instinctively, the demon tried to dodge, but an invisible force clamped down on him, rendering him immobile. The Buddhist light enveloped him, and his spiritual power froze, leaving him utterly helpless.
“Ah—”
The demon barely managed a cry of alarm before a golden streak, several zhang long, shot toward him. It circled the barrier a few times before the shield shattered with a crisp crack.
Under the demon’s terrified gaze, the golden streak flashed past.
With a “thud,” the demon’s body split in two, plummeting to the ground.
A green flame shot out from the remains, but Han Li was already there, appearing with a thunderclap. He pointed at the flame, immobilizing it mid-air with sheer spiritual power.
With his other hand, he tossed out a pale green jade bottle. It spun briefly before releasing a white mist that coiled around the green flame, sucking it inside.
By now, the other two demon cultivators had covered most of the distance. Seeing Han Li’s ruthless efficiency, they shuddered and halted their advance, exchanging fearful glances.
Meanwhile, the golden light on the horizon grew clearer—the Golden Flood Dragon King was rapidly approaching. Other directions also showed signs of demonic mist as the remaining demon cultivators rushed back.
Han Li’s eyes flickered as he murmured, “Enough. Since I have the spirit stones, there’s no need to take further risks.” With a cold smirk, he erupted in azure light and prepared to leave.
“Stop him!”
Though still hundreds of zhang away, the Golden Flood Dragon King’s commanding voice boomed through the air.
The other two demons had no choice. Witnessing Han Li take the top-grade spirit stones, they couldn’t bear the consequences of losing such a treasure.
Reluctantly, they formed hand seals, conjuring two azure wind serpents that lunged viciously at Han Li.
Han Li merely laughed, vanishing as a silver arc and reappearing over twenty zhang away before transforming into an azure streak and shooting into the distance.
The wind serpents couldn’t hope to catch him.
“Leave the spirit stones behind!” The Golden Flood Dragon King’s eyes flashed with fury. From afar, he hurled his golden spear with terrifying force.
Han Li paused briefly.
With a thunderous boom, the spear flickered in and out of existence, closing the distance in an instant. By the time it vanished again, it was barely thirty to forty zhang away.
Han Li remained calm. His flight slowed slightly as he flipped his hand, summoning a small silver shield that expanded to a zhang in size.
Almost simultaneously, the golden spear reappeared mere zhang away, striking the shield with lightning speed.
A deafening clang rang out as gold and silver light clashed, locked in a stalemate.
The Golden Flood Dragon King, still distant, halted his flight and chanted a spell. A silver lightning serpent erupted from the spear, coiling around the shield to strike at Han Li.
“Hmph, child’s play!” Han Li snorted, reaching out with uncanny precision to seize the serpent by its neck. His arm crackled with golden lightning, instantly obliterating the silver serpent.
The Golden Flood Dragon King’s expression darkened. But Han Li wasn’t done. With a slap, he infused the silver shield with radiant light, its surface turning mirror-smooth.
The golden spear trembled before being repelled, spinning backward several zhang.
Seizing the moment, Han Li transformed back into an azure streak, this time pouring all his spiritual power into his flight. Within moments, he had covered over a hundred zhang.
Coincidentally, a demon cultivator—the turtle demon who had followed the Golden Flood Dragon King—was speeding toward him as a black streak.
Due to Han Li’s speed, the turtle demon couldn’t make out his face. But it had seen Han Li kill an eighth-level demon and effortlessly block the Golden Flood Dragon King’s attack from afar.
Panicking, the turtle demon veered sharply to avoid Han Li’s path.
Han Li’s eyes turned icy. The azure streak flickered and vanished, leaving the space ahead empty.
The turtle demon froze mid-flight, bewildered.
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