Chapter 1510: Han Li’s Power

Upon hearing the Blood-robed Man’s words, the white-haired beauty frowned, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

“Going to the Demon Tomb would likely take a considerable amount of time. If the Ephemera Clan’s reinforcements suddenly arrive, none of us will escape,” Six-Legs said, though his tone lacked firm conviction.

“Heh, if the Ephemera Clan could truly enter this space so quickly, why would that remnant Ephemera puppet fight us so desperately? It would have been better to simply wait for reinforcements. In the short term, it’s unlikely anyone from the Ephemera Clan will enter this realm. Of course, there are risks involved, but since Brother Six-Legs will monopolize the Netherworld Divine Milk, it’s only fair that you take some risks for us,” the Blood-robed Man chuckled.

Six-Legs remained expressionless, his compound eyes shifting as he weighed the pros and cons. After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly, “Very well, I can accompany you to the Demon Tomb. However, I will only help you retrieve two demonic artifacts. If you want more treasures, you’ll have to rely on your own abilities.”

“Haha, agreed! As for the Refined Crystal Brick, I trust Brother Six-Legs’ word and won’t intervene,” the Blood-robed Man laughed heartily, then drifted back several feet.

The Purple Blood Puppet, now indistinguishable from an ordinary person, mechanically retreated a few steps as well.

“Fellow Daoist Lan, what are your thoughts?” Having settled terms with the Earth Blood Old Freak, Six-Legs turned his gaze to the white-haired beauty, his compound eyes glinting with a cold edge.

“My conditions are the same as Fellow Daoist Earth Blood’s. However, I still wish to test whether this Refined Crystal Brick is truly indestructible,” the white-haired beauty said coldly after a moment of hesitation, her pupils contracting.

“Go ahead. Feel free to attack,” Six-Legs replied bluntly, raising his hand. The Refined Crystal Brick immediately floated to a height of seven or eight feet above his head, motionless.

The white-haired beauty stared at the brick, her eyes flashing with fervor. With a flick of her sleeve, the eight Ghost Kings behind her lunged toward her.

Black light shimmered as she donned the dark, eerie battle armor once more, a bizarre hammer appearing in her hand.

With a slight shake of her wrist, eerie howls erupted from the hammer, and eight spectral skulls materialized around its head.

Six-Legs glanced at the hammer and said impassively, “Though your treasure possesses formidable power, it’s unlikely to break the Refined Crystal Brick. However, let me be clear—Fellow Daoist Lan, you should only attack the brick. If you attempt any tricks during the attack, don’t blame me for turning hostile.”

“Whether it’s truly indestructible remains to be seen,” the white-haired beauty retorted, ignoring his warning. She hurled the hammer toward the brick.

In an instant, ghostly energy surged, and a chilling wind howled. The hammer swelled several times in size, the eight skulls embedded in its surface writhing and gnashing their teeth.

Green flames erupted around the hammer, transforming it into a massive fireball.

The flames seemed to possess immense power, distorting the surrounding space as they blazed fiercely.

Six-Legs stood with his arms crossed, expressionless, waiting for her attack.

The Blood-robed Man narrowed his eyes at the hammer’s display, his face hidden behind a veil of bloodlight revealing a trace of inscrutable cunning.

The white-haired beauty let out a sharp cry.

The hammer spun rapidly before crashing down onto the foot-long crystal brick.

Midway, the hammer trembled violently, its green flames flaring as it split into hundreds of phantom hammers, striking the brick from all directions simultaneously.

The attack was equivalent to a hundred strikes at once.

Six-Legs’ eyes widened briefly, but a cold smile curled his lips.

A deafening roar erupted from the sky, as if hundreds of thunderclaps had detonated at once, reverberating through the air.

The Blood-robed Man’s expression shifted slightly.

During the battle in the underground hall, the hammer hadn’t seemed particularly powerful. Yet against a physical object, it unleashed such terrifying force!

As for the Refined Crystal Brick, it was now engulfed in blinding green light, its condition impossible to discern.

Moments later, the white-haired beauty made a grasping motion in the air.

All the phantom hammers dissipated, leaving only the true hammer, now a streak of green light, flying back to her.

She glanced at the brick, her face darkening.

Despite the ferocious assault, the Refined Crystal Brick remained unscathed, its surface smooth and flawless, without a single dent or crack.

“Well? Now, Fellow Daoist Lan, you must believe my words. Even I couldn’t have extracted the Netherworld Divine Milk midway or switched it with a counterfeit,” Six-Legs said calmly.

“What’s done is done. The Divine Milk is yours, and you’ll accompany us to the Demon Tomb,” the white-haired beauty said with a sigh, as if expelling her frustration.

She formed a hand seal, dispersing her armor and hammer, reverting them to eight shadowy figures standing behind her.

“That’s settled. The Demon Tomb isn’t close—even at our fastest, it’ll take half a month. But before that, shouldn’t we locate someone first?” Six-Legs nodded slightly, raising his hand to summon the Refined Crystal Brick back.

The brick vanished instantly, its retrieval method imperceptible even to the other two. The white-haired beauty and the Blood-robed Man exchanged glances, their wariness of Six-Legs deepening.

“That Han brat bears our marks. Even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he couldn’t escape our senses. Soon, I’ll activate the mark to track his whereabouts. The audacity of that man, daring to abduct my disciple amidst the chaos!” The white-haired beauty’s face twisted with fury at the mention of Han Li.

“Ha! Fellow Daoist Lan, you knew full well that Han had some ambiguous relationship with your two disciples. Planning to drain their Yin energy naturally invited a rescue. I rather admire the brat—not only did he escape the Nether Lightning Beast unscathed, but he also had the gall to snatch someone right under our noses. Tsk, even my blood puppet, cultivated for years, couldn’t stop him. That’s not something an ordinary junior would dare!” the Blood-robed Man chuckled, his tone oddly admiring.

“Hmph! Since you think so highly of him, why not take him as your disciple? He might surpass you one day!” the white-haired beauty retorted coldly.

“My cultivation follows the Blood Path. Unless he’s willing to undergo marrow and blood replacement, it’s out of the question. Besides, I’ve always been a loner—never had any intention of passing on my techniques. What use do I have for disciples?” the Earth Blood Old Freak sneered.

“Though his cultivation isn’t exceptionally high, he likely harbors significant secrets. Moreover, he dares to pursue the dual cultivation of body and magic, reaching a level where his power far surpasses his peers. If he ever advances to our realm, even the combined efforts of all of us might not suffice to defeat him. Of course, that’s assuming he survives to that point. Dual cultivation is exponentially more arduous than conventional methods,” Six-Legs mused.

“Dual cultivation? Are you certain? How do you know this?” the white-haired beauty gasped, startled.

The Blood-robed Man’s eyes flashed crimson, equally taken aback.

“Nothing special. I possess an innate ability to gauge the physical strength of others. This boy is a human cultivator from a remote corner of the Tian Yuan Continent, not of the Flying Spirit Race. Somehow, he infiltrated their Saint Trial. As far as I know, humans are among the weakest in physical prowess on the continent. Yet his body rivals ours in resilience—ordinary weapons and treasures would struggle to pierce his flesh. In terms of true combat power, he could rival a late-stage Spirit Commander. With unique techniques, even an average late-stage Spirit Commander might not be his match,” Six-Legs explained matter-of-factly, as if privy to Han Li’s every secret.

Hearing such high praise, the white-haired beauty and the Blood-robed Man exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting shock.

Though they knew Han Li was no ordinary figure, they hadn’t esteemed him so highly, considering him at most an early or mid-stage Spirit Commander. Yet according to Six-Legs, he was already among the top-tier existences below the Soul Formation realm.

“A late-stage Spirit General capable of rivaling a late-stage Spirit Commander? While some techniques defy norms, leaping three or four realms in power is simply unbelievable,” the white-haired beauty said skeptically.

“Heh, Fellow Daoist Lan, I believe Six-Legs. I once encountered a human at the Void Refinement stage who, using a sword formation, slew an early-stage Soul Formation cultivator. Though humans are weak, their peculiar methods and techniques shouldn’t be underestimated,” the Blood-robed Man said thoughtfully, his eyes gleaming strangely.

The white-haired beauty snorted, her expression unreadable, uncertain whether she truly believed them.

“Enough. Regardless of his secrets or potential, he must survive to reach that stage. For now, locating him is paramount. Somehow, he’s temporarily blocked our senses. But with our combined efforts, the block won’t last long. If we wish to reach the Demon Tomb swiftly, you two should begin the ritual,” Six-Legs said coolly.

“Six-Legs speaks wisely. Fellow Daoist Lan, let’s—wait! My mark has been destroyed!” The Blood-robed Man’s laughter died as his blood mist trembled, his voice laced with fury.

“What? Let me check!” The white-haired beauty closed her eyes, chanting incantations to activate her mark.

Moments later, she reopened her eyes, her face contorted with rage. “My mark still exists, but it’s heavily suppressed. Breaking the seal will take time. Six-Legs, let’s activate them together.”

“Joint activation is impossible. My mark vanished before Fellow Daoist Earth Blood’s,” Six-Legs said flatly.

“What?!”

The white-haired beauty and the Blood-robed Man stared at each other, dumbfounded.