Han Li’s pupils contracted at the sight, but he silently activated a spell in his heart.
Without any visible movement, the vast expanse of gray mist and multicolored flames suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless gray threads and streaks of five-colored crystalline light that shot downward, piercing everything within a radius of several hundred feet.
The white shadows struck by the attack instantly crumbled and vanished.
Yet, the remaining white shadows split and multiplied again in the blink of an eye, endlessly regenerating!
For a moment, the distant sky was filled with the glow of gray threads and crystalline light, stretching hundreds of feet, accompanied by the piercing sounds of tearing air. However, the white shadows beneath the onslaught continued to perish and regenerate, as if they could never be completely eradicated.
This time, not only were Yuan Yao and the other woman stunned, but even Han Li was momentarily taken aback.
Just then, his spiritual sense suddenly detected something. His figure blurred slightly as he abruptly turned 180 degrees, his gaze locking onto an empty patch of void nearby.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as a bloody slit split open between his brows, revealing a pitch-black eyeball—Han Li’s Annihilation Eye!
After years of cultivation, the eye had grown even darker and more profound, exuding an eerie aura that seemed capable of sucking in one’s very soul with a single glance.
A black light flickered deep within the pupil, and a thumb-thick beam of light shot out, vanishing in a flash before silently disappearing into the void.
**BOOM!**
The nearby space twisted and distorted violently as a black halo several feet in diameter bizarrely appeared before vanishing just as quickly.
At the same time, a white figure staggered into view, swaying before stabilizing itself a dozen feet away.
This white figure was no longer indistinct—its form had become startlingly clear, revealing its true appearance.
It was a woman entirely shrouded in a pristine white robe. The robe gleamed unnaturally, as if untouched by dust, and showed no signs of damage from the earlier explosion.
The woman’s figure was tall and curvaceous, with a few strands of glossy black hair faintly visible beneath the robe. Though her face was lowered, preventing a clear view, she gave the impression of a breathtaking beauty.
Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression turning extremely guarded.
When his spiritual sense swept toward her, it was blocked by the strange robe, making it impossible to gauge her cultivation level.
However, based on their brief exchange, she was no ordinary high-level ghost.
As the white-robed woman was forced out of the void by Han Li’s Annihilation Eye, the countless white shadows in the other direction finally ceased splitting and began to collapse one by one.
Without turning his head, Han Li waved his hand, and the gray mist and five-colored flames in the sky also vanished.
Meanwhile, the pair of black-and-white palms hidden in his sleeves shimmered with an eerie glow.
A strange giggle escaped the white-robed woman’s lips as she raised an arm and casually reached toward Han Li in a seemingly effortless motion.
Her arm and sleeve suddenly gleamed with white light—then vanished in the blink of an eye!
The bizarre sight made even Han Li pause in surprise.
Before he could react, a white shadow flickered right in front of him, and the vanished arm reappeared with lightning speed.
**SHWICK!**
With a flick of her sleeve, a skeletal claw materialized at Han Li’s throat and viciously slashed downward.
The claw’s sharp, inch-long nails glinted with cold light!
**”Ah!”**
Even Han Li, usually unflappable, was startled. The skeletal claw had appeared so suddenly that no amount of speed or technique could have evaded it in time.
**THUD!**
A dull impact rang out as the claw struck Han Li’s throat squarely.
Yet, the moment it touched his skin, golden light flared from his neck, revealing several golden scales.
The seemingly razor-sharp claw was repelled by the golden glow, sending Han Li stumbling back two steps. His neck, however, remained unharmed, the golden scales gleaming brilliantly.
Han Li’s face paled before darkening. With a flick of his sleeve, a golden sword-light shot out like a rainbow, instantly engulfing the white arm.
The sword-light flashed violently, completely drowning the arm in its radiance.
**CRACK!**
A series of crisp sounds followed, but the white glow within the sword-light only intensified.
The golden sword-light merely rippled against the robe like milky waves—the arm remained unscathed!
Han Li’s expression shifted, and without hesitation, he spat out a silver fireball.
But it was too late!
Having recovered from her failed strike, the white-robed woman shrugged her shoulders.
The white arm before Han Li retracted and vanished eerily, causing the fireball to strike empty air.
Simultaneously, a white light flashed on the woman’s previously empty shoulder, restoring her arm to its original state.
Witnessing this bizarre phenomenon, Han Li took a deep breath. One sleeve flicked, and four or five green orbs silently rolled into his palm.
His other wrist glowed as he retrieved a palm-sized spirit beast ring.
Faced with such a strange ghost proficient in spatial techniques, he had no intention of taking further risks. In the next exchange, he planned to summon the Soul Devouring Beast and supplement it with thunder orbs, aiming to eliminate her in one decisive strike.
Now was not the time for prolonged battles.
Perhaps sensing Han Li’s impending attack, the white-robed woman did not rush to strike again. Instead, she slowly raised her head, allowing the robe to slip away and reveal her true face.
**”Ah!”**
Yan Li and Yuan Yao, who had been watching the battle in stunned silence, gasped in horror upon seeing the woman’s face.
Han Li inhaled sharply.
Before him was a terrifying half-face—one side emaciated and ghastly green, the other fair-skinned with red lips and white teeth, strikingly beautiful.
Her two green eyes, devoid of emotion, stared coldly at Han Li.
Had he seen this face from the start, it might not have been so shocking. But her alluring figure and flowing black hair had initially given the impression of a stunning beauty. The sudden contrast made the sight all the more horrifying.
A low, ghostly wail emanated from the white-robed ghost woman as wisps of white mist swirled around her.
Within the mist, ghostly figures the size of wagon wheels flickered in and out—some snarling, others howling, all grotesquely menacing.
Alarmed, Han Li’s grip on the spirit beast ring tightened as he prepared to summon the Soul Devouring Beast.
But at that moment, an earth-shaking roar erupted from deep within the mist.
The deafening sound rattled Han Li’s eardrums, causing even the ghostly fog to churn violently.
Yan Li and Yuan Yao shuddered at the noise.
The roar didn’t belong to any of the four demon kings—something even more formidable must be nearby.
Han Li’s expression darkened, his heart chilling.
Yet, what happened next left all three of them stunned.
Upon hearing the roar, the white-robed ghost woman’s green eyes flashed. The ghostly wails around her abruptly ceased.
After a brief hesitation, the surrounding white mist coiled around her before she transformed into a gust of white wind, darting toward the source of the roar.
With the opponent retreating on her own, Han Li had no intention of pursuit. Still, his gaze toward the direction of the roar remained unsettled.
**”Brother Han, we—”** Yan Li began, but Han Li’s curt response silenced her.
**”We must leave now. One of the Six-Legged beings might be nearby—that’s why the ghost woman fled toward them.”** Han Li waved his hand, his expression grave.
Yuan Yao and Yan Li found his reasoning sound. In their panic, they offered no objections. The trio, along with the ghost soldiers, swiftly flew out of the mist.
This time, no ghosts obstructed their path, and the fog gradually thinned.
An hour later, light pierced through, and they finally emerged from the mist.
Overjoyed, they prepared to flee far away—but then, an unfamiliar male voice echoed from above:
**”Hmm! Someone actually broke through my barrier. I underestimated you.”**
Han Li, Yuan Yao, and the others shuddered at the voice. Looking up, they were dumbstruck.
A thousand feet above the ghostly mist, two groups stood in a tense standoff.
One side consisted of the white-haired beauty and Mu Qing, flanked by over a dozen high-level demons and eight Yin Armor Ghost Kings. Further back, thousands of ghost soldiers stood in orderly ranks, their presence exuding an oppressive, sinister aura.
Opposing them was a force several times larger—a veritable army.
Nearly eight thousand figures, each over six feet tall, clad in blood-red armor with fully masked faces, hovered motionlessly in the air. They wielded an array of weapons—swords, spears, bows—clearly a disciplined elite force.
More startlingly, among them were over a hundred pale-blue war chariots. These ancient-looking chariots shimmered with green light, each manned by a dozen red-armored soldiers wielding long halberds and axes. The chariots were drawn by black, lion-bodied, flood dragon-headed beasts, also armored, with thick limbs and gleaming claws.
At the forefront of this army stood three mounted generals. The speaker was a man in purple armor, carrying two massive golden hammers.
Mu Qing and the white-haired beauty glanced toward Han Li’s group.
The beauty’s face remained impassive, while Mu Qing wore a faint, enigmatic smile.
Han Li’s heart sank—this was trouble.
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