In the distance, a streak of emerald light turned out to be a shuttle-shaped treasure, flashing across dozens of feet in an instant as it fled toward them. Behind it, three clusters of yellow light each contained a winged spirit tribesman shimmering with golden runes, pursuing the emerald shuttle at an astonishing speed.
“Not good! It’s the Yellow Wind Tribe. Like the Crimson Flame Tribe, they’ve long coveted our Sky Peng Tribe,” Bai Bi exclaimed, paling as he recognized the winged figures within the yellow light.
Lei Lan also revealed a look of shock.
“Yellow Wind Tribe?” Han Li, however, observed the three winged tribesmen thoughtfully.
These three had slightly yellow wings, furry faces, and long, bushy tails trailing behind them, giving them a rather eerie appearance.
The person controlling the rhinoceros-horn shuttle clearly spotted Han Li and the others. After a few flashes, it abruptly halted before them.
As the light dissipated, a beautiful woman with white wings and small emerald-green horns on her head emerged from the shuttle-shaped treasure.
“Fellow Daoists of the Sky Peng Tribe, I am Qin Xiao of the Night Green Tribe. Our two tribes have a mutual aid pact. I hope you can lend me a hand,” the woman said urgently as soon as she appeared.
Before Han Li and the others could respond, the three Yellow Wind tribesmen caught up in an instant. Upon seeing Han Li’s group, they halted their pursuit, their expressions shifting dramatically.
“This is a matter between our tribe and the Night Green Tribe. The Sky Peng Tribe should stay out of it, or you’ll bring trouble upon yourselves,” one of them said bluntly, his threat unmistakable.
The Night Green woman turned pale, her eyes pleading as she looked at the trio.
“Our tribe does indeed have a mutual aid pact with the Night Green Tribe, so we can’t just stand by. But the Yellow Wind Tribe’s power rivals the Crimson Flame Tribe’s—we can’t afford to provoke them. These three are just part of the Yellow Wind Tribe’s chosen entrants for this trial,” Lei Lan explained quietly to Han Li, her tone hesitant.
“Is that so?” Han Li said indifferently, glancing at the Night Green woman before sweeping his gaze over the three Yellow Wind tribesmen.
Among them, two were mid-level spirit generals, and one was a high-level spirit general, all looking down at Han Li and the others with arrogance.
Han Li’s eyes flickered, and he was about to speak when another flash of spiritual light appeared in the distant sky. A massive wooden bird, over a hundred feet long and gleaming gold, emerged from the horizon, flying toward them.
Before Han Li and the others could discern the figures atop the wooden bird, the three Yellow Wind tribesmen brightened with delight.
Exchanging quick glances, they suddenly moved, splitting into three directions to encircle Han Li’s group and the Night Green woman, Qin Xiao, their movements swift as ghosts.
“What is the meaning of this?” Bai Bi demanded, his face darkening.
“Hmph, what do you think? We were going to let you go, but now there’s no need,” one of the Yellow Wind tribesmen laughed wildly.
Han Li’s mind raced. His eyes flashed blue as he focused, finally making out the figures on the wooden bird—more Yellow Wind tribesmen: two men and a woman, also two mid-level and one high-level spirit general.
Clearly, the original trio had only intended to kill the Night Green woman, but with reinforcements arriving, they now planned to eliminate Han Li’s group as well.
Lei Lan, Bai Bi, and Qin Xiao paled upon recognizing the newcomers.
Han Li sighed faintly. “In that case, you can die first.”
With a crack of thunder, Han Li vanished in a burst of blue-white lightning.
“Watch out!” The high-level spirit general had been keeping a close eye on Han Li, the strongest among the Sky Peng group. He shouted a warning.
The next moment, space rippled above his head as Han Li reappeared in a flash of blue light. His arm moved, and a pitch-black palm struck downward.
A small black mountain, wrapped in gray light, materialized mid-air, swelling instantly to over a hundred feet in size before crashing down.
The Yellow Wind tribesman was startled but quickly sneered, opening his mouth to spew a yellow mist toward the descending mountain. At the same time, a silver-white disk appeared in his hand, ready to be activated.
But Han Li’s eyes gleamed strangely, and he let out a cold snort.
Though the sound was soft, it struck the Yellow Wind tribesman like thunder, twisting his face in agony. Staggering, he nearly dropped his treasure.
Seizing the moment, the black mountain’s gray light swept aside the yellow mist and crushed down onto the tribesman.
The unfortunate high-level spirit general barely had time to react before his protective light was shattered by the magnetic force. The mountain’s immense weight flattened him into paste, his soul scattered by the gray light.
From Han Li’s lightning-fast attack to the tribesman’s death, mere moments had passed.
The remaining two Yellow Wind tribesmen, along with Bai Bi, Lei Lan, and Qin Xiao, stood frozen in shock. The two tribesmen immediately turned to flee, their bodies transforming into yellow avian creatures.
Han Li flicked his sleeve, releasing a streak of green lightning that twisted through space, appearing behind one of the fleeing birds.
Before the creature could react, the lightning transformed into a foot-long green scissors.
With a thunderous boom, the scissors split into two massive green thunder dragons. They intertwined and flashed forward, slicing the yellow bird in half, its charred remains plummeting.
The other bird, terrified, veered toward the approaching wooden bird.
But as it flapped its wings, a man’s voice sounded behind it: “Where do you think you’re going? It’s too late to escape now.”
A jade-white hand, icy cold, clamped around its neck.
Han Li had caught up using his Wind Thunder Wings, gripping the transformed tribesman’s vital spot.
The bird shuddered but reacted swiftly. Its feathers turned into countless wind blades, shooting out in all directions, while the fine down on its neck stiffened into metallic spikes, stabbing at Han Li’s hand.
Black energy shimmered as Han Li’s body became clad in peculiar armor. The wind blades clanged harmlessly against it, rebounding.
The spikes on the bird’s neck also failed to pierce Han Li’s steel-like grip.
With a cold laugh, Han Li tightened his fingers, snapping the bird’s neck. Five-colored flames surged from his hand, engulfing the creature and reducing it to ashes in moments.
Han Li then stood motionless, gazing coldly at the approaching wooden bird.
The three Yellow Wind tribesmen aboard had witnessed Han Li slaughtering their comrades. Their faces drained of color.
When Han Li killed the first tribesman, they had been furious, urging their wooden bird forward to tear him apart. But after seeing the other two dispatched just as swiftly, their fury turned to dread. Han Li’s gaze sent chills down their spines.
“Retreat! This man’s power is unfathomable—we’re no match,” the highest-ranking woman ordered urgently.
The other two nodded frantically. Together, they turned the wooden bird around, fleeing as a streak of yellow light.
Han Li watched them go, frowning slightly but making no move to pursue. Instead, his wings flapped, and he reappeared elsewhere, retrieving the silver disk left by the first slain tribesman.
With another thunderclap, he returned to Lei Lan’s side.
Lei Lan, Bai Bi, and Qin Xiao stared at him, speechless.
Faced with so many Yellow Wind tribesmen, including two high-level spirit generals, they had thought escape impossible. Yet Han Li had effortlessly slain three and sent the rest fleeing in terror—all while being a spirit general himself. It was beyond belief.
“Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger here,” Han Li said calmly, glancing at them.
“Yes, we’ll follow Brother Han’s lead,” Bai Bi said, exhaling deeply as he snapped out of his daze.
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