Although the black mist was exceptionally dense, with the blue light flickering in Han Li’s eyes, he could clearly see the demonic creatures emerging from within.
They were three towering armored corpses—one wielding a pair of short halberds glowing with yellow light, another holding a long emerald spear, and the last carrying a massive silver spiked mace.
Each of these corpses had exposed fangs and eyes flashing with green light, resembling the kings among armored zombies, all possessing roughly Nascent Soul-level cultivation. The one carrying the spiked mace, in particular, exuded an exceptionally thick corpse aura, faintly reaching mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation.
Han Li was slightly surprised but showed no fear. With a flick of his sleeve, a small black bottle was summoned into the air nearby. He formed a hand seal and urged it forward.
Five streaks of gray-white energy shot out from the bottle, twisting and rolling before several humanoid skeletons shakily materialized. As soon as they stabilized, they gnashed their fangs with eerie laughter, releasing astonishing gray-white demonic energy from their bodies, each appearing exceptionally ferocious.
“Five Devils of the Heart?” The Yin Luo Sect Master’s heart sank at the sight of these five devils. Having been fellow disciples with the Dry Devil for so many years, how could he not recognize these meticulously refined devils?
But just as he was struck with shock and doubt, the five devils, under Han Li’s command, simultaneously manifested two bone blades in their hands and lunged forward without hesitation.
“Go!”
At this point, the Yin Luo Sect Master had no time to hesitate. Gritting his teeth, he sent the three armored corpses charging out from the black mist, equally unyielding as they clashed with the five devils.
Meanwhile, the sect master flicked his sleeve, letting a black orb roll into one hand while the other hand turned over, revealing a stack of gauze-like yellow fabric.
But before he could activate these treasures, the three corpses and five devils had already collided.
At the moment of contact, the three armored corpses opened their mouths and spat out three streams of green miasma. Before even striking the five devils, a nauseating stench filled the air—this was the corpse poison accumulated in their bellies for who knew how many years.
If an ordinary cultivator were hit by this poison, they would likely be instantly afflicted, losing most of their cultivation. But the five devils were not human, and they neither dodged nor avoided the green corpse poison. Instead, they opened their mouths and spat out five streams of differently colored cold flames.
This was no friendly spar—Han Li was determined to kill the Yin Luo Sect Master. Thus, the five devils immediately unleashed their fully cultivated Five-Colored Cold Flames.
The five-colored flames converged into a single point, transforming into a rolling sea of fire that surged forward.
Not only did it scatter the corpse poison, but a massive wave of flames also engulfed the three corpses.
The once-ferocious armored corpses now found themselves in the same predicament as the three skulls on the Six Paths Demon Banner when the five devils had attacked them. Their movements slowed to a crawl within the five-colored flames.
However, the three corpses were not without their own abilities. Though their movements were slowed more than tenfold, they released pitch-black corpse energy to resist the cold flames, preventing themselves from being immediately overwhelmed.
Seeing this, the five devils did not press forward but instead retreated several zhang, continuing to spew streams of extreme cold flames to keep the corpses trapped.
The Yin Luo Sect Master’s expression darkened.
He never expected that the three armored corpse kings he had painstakingly cultivated over centuries from tens of thousands of bronze-armored corpses—each possessing astonishing strength and bodies as hard as steel—would be so easily suppressed by the Five Devils of the Heart. Their formidable abilities had no chance to be unleashed.
But what exactly were these flames the five devils were spewing? These were clearly the same five devils once refined by the Dry Devil—how had they gained such bizarre abilities after being seized by Han Li?
The sect master’s thoughts raced, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart. Nevertheless, he decisively hurled the two treasures into the air.
The yellow gauze-like treasure spun midair before transforming into a massive silk net, covering an area of several dozen zhang like a canopy, attempting to ensnare both Han Li and the five devils.
The black orb, seemingly unremarkable, drifted out slowly, following the net.
Han Li frowned slightly but wasted no time. He opened his mouth and spat out a small cyan cauldron.
With a slap on the cauldron, spiritual light flashed as countless cyan threads shot upward, forming a curtain of cyan radiance that blocked the net midair, preventing it from descending.
At the same time, he summoned the Three Flames Fan and the Eight Spirit Ruler into his hands. With a wave of the ruler, a silver lotus bloomed beneath the black orb, immobilizing it before it could display any power.
Though Han Li didn’t know what the orb was, its approach had sent a shiver down his spine. Without hesitation, he used the Eight Spirit Ruler to restrain it, finally easing his mind.
Seeing this, the Yin Luo Sect Master frantically tried to recall the black orb with his divine sense, but the treasure remained fixed in the void, utterly unresponsive.
The old devil cursed inwardly.
This orb was no ordinary item—it had a significant origin. He had planned to use it to deal a heavy blow while Han Li was unprepared. But to his shock, Han Li’s instincts were so sharp that he immobilized the orb before it could even get close. His scheme had failed.
At that moment, Han Li struck.
With a thunderous crack, a pair of cyan-white wings appeared on his back. With a single flap, he gripped the Three Flames Fan and vanished without a trace.
The Yin Luo Sect Master’s heart clenched. He quickly formed hand seals, and the black mist around him condensed into a suit of pitch-black armor.
A low roar escaped his lips as thunderous rumbles erupted from his body. Blue lightning arcs crackled across the armor’s surface, coalescing into several electric serpents that slithered menacingly.
Just then, space rippled behind him, and a figure materialized like a ghost.
Without turning, the sect master seemed to have anticipated this. With a flick of his fingers, a black light shot from his back, flashing toward the figure’s head and slashing down—a foot-long black flying sword.
With a metallic clang, the figure raised its hands, manifesting two silver swords that crossed to block the strike.
Only then did the Yin Luo Sect Master calmly turn, a cold smile on his face.
But when he saw the figure clearly, he let out a soft exclamation.
Though the figure’s face was identical to Han Li’s, it lacked any trace of life, as if it were an inanimate object.
As he frowned and prepared to scan it with his divine sense, cyan lightning flashed above him, and another “Han Li” appeared. Without hesitation, the figure swung the Three Flames Fan downward, unleashing a torrent of three-colored flames.
Though this was the sect master’s first time seeing the fan, the terrifying fire spiritual power within the flames left no room for carelessness.
With a swift movement, his legs bent as if on springs, propelling him backward at astonishing speed.
Simultaneously, he pointed a finger upward.
The blue electric serpents coiled around his armor shot out with thunderous cracks, vanishing in a flash toward the airborne Han Li.
He then spat out a smooth green jade slab, which expanded rapidly in the wind. His other hand flipped over, revealing a golden spike. With a fierce flick, the spike tore through the air with a piercing shriek, arriving before Han Li in an instant and striking downward with unbelievable speed.
An ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would never evade such an attack, but Han Li, having mastered the Nine Changes of the Gale, merely twisted his body unnaturally, turning as supple as silk. With a sidestep, he effortlessly dodged the golden spike, letting it shoot past him by several feet.
By then, the Yin Luo Sect Master had retreated over twenty zhang away, staring at Han Li in shock.
Han Li, now back in his normal form, cast a cold glance at his opponent before suddenly clasping his hands behind his back and letting out a cold snort.
At first, the sect master found Han Li’s behavior odd, but the moment the seemingly ordinary snort reached his ears, a searing pain—like a spike driving into his skull—exploded in his mind. Unprepared, he let out a scream, clutching his head and doubling over, his face contorted in agony.
This was the “Soul Piercer,” a secret technique created by the Great Divination Sage. Having cultivated the Great Divination Art to its final layer and reached the peak of late Nascent Soul stage, Han Li had pushed this technique to its limits—its power likely rivaled even the Great Divination Sage’s own mastery in his prime.
However, while devastating, this technique only worked if the target was caught off guard. If a cultivator knew of it and shielded their mind with strong divine sense, it would be ineffective. Moreover, its effects on late Nascent Soul cultivators were fleeting—lasting only a few breaths before they could suppress the pain.
Yet strangely, after unleashing the Soul Piercer, Han Li remained motionless, merely watching the Yin Luo Sect Master with the gaze of one observing a dead man.
The sect master recovered even faster than Han Li anticipated, his eyes clearing in an instant. Furious, he straightened—
Only to sense something amiss. He turned his head, but it was too late.
A cold sensation brushed his neck as a strange black light coiled around it. His head tumbled to the ground.
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