A deafening roar erupted!
Various attacks suddenly converged near the glowing halos, exploding into a dazzling array of colored light clusters with an earth-shattering force!
It seemed as though the next moment would tear the two black halos to shreds.
But at that very instant, deep golden and silver radiance surged from within the black halos. The two halos rapidly expanded and merged into one.
A black light several zhang in diameter emerged, its center shimmering with intertwined golden and silver rays. Whether it was the dense barrage of light arrows, the silver blade auras from the four serpent priests, or even the fiery flood dragon transformed from the woman’s treasure—all were sucked into it without a trace.
The previously overwhelming joint assault vanished like a fleeting illusion. Only the two motionless figures beneath the black light remained, their four icy gazes piercing the air.
“Spiral Evil Light! You’ve actually mastered this technique!”
The Huoyang tribesmen in the hall felt their hearts sink at the sight, their attacks abruptly halting. The woman muttered bitterly under her breath.
But the pair of Wuluo people, their eyes gleaming with golden and silver pupils, suddenly moved. They clasped hands and raised their other arms, pointing a finger each toward the woman and the young girl.
The black halo split open, and two golden-silver threads shot out like lightning.
“Evade! Don’t block it!” the woman cried out in alarm, warning Bai Zhuer while she herself flashed with white light, darting away as a streak of white radiance.
The young girl also felt a chill, but her cultivation was only at the Core Formation stage. She couldn’t react fast enough—one of the golden-silver threads flickered before her as if teleporting.
With no other choice, her hands blurred as a bone arrow materialized on her yellow greatbow. She pulled the string taut and released it with a snap.
A sharp, otherworldly shriek erupted from the bow, accompanied by a burst of yellow-white spiritual light!
The bone arrow transformed into a thick beam of light, colliding head-on with the golden-silver thread.
Despite the vast difference in size, the collision was eerily silent.
The yellow-white beam froze mid-air before reversing course with unnatural speed.
Even with her quick reflexes, the girl had no time to defend against her own attack rebounding at such close range. She could only let out a startled cry and instinctively raise her bow as a shield.
She knew all too well the power of that arrow—it would obliterate both her body and soul in an instant.
She even heard the woman’s horrified gasp.
The next moment, her hands trembled as the bow was sent flying by the beam. A scorching heat enveloped her entire body.
Bai Zhuer’s face drained of color as she closed her eyes, resigning herself to death.
But in that split second, someone grabbed the collar of her robe and yanked lightly. In a flash of azure light, she vanished.
A thunderous explosion followed!
When Bai Zhuer opened her eyes, she found herself teleported over a dozen zhang away. The beam had pierced through where she’d stood, embedding itself into a nearby wall.
Upon colliding with the five-colored barrier, it erupted into a blinding radiance before dissipating.
However, the golden-silver thread trailing the beam didn’t strike the wall. Instead, it reversed course and shot back toward the girl.
“Ah!” she cried out.
Before she could react, her collar tightened again, and the scenery blurred as she was teleported elsewhere once more.
Only then did she turn to see who had saved her.
Behind her stood a man with one hand behind his back and the other casually gripping her collar, his expression utterly indifferent.
It was none other than Han Li!
The golden-silver thread missed again and, with another flicker, pursued her relentlessly.
Meanwhile, the other thread chased the woman around the hall. Though she was at the Nascent Soul stage and could barely evade with the help of the four serpent priests’ silver blade auras, she was clearly struggling.
“Reflecting attacks? Interesting,” Han Li murmured. With a flick of his sleeve, a gray mist materialized before Bai Zhuer.
But the golden-silver thread pierced through it effortlessly, unaffected by the magnetic light.
Bai Zhuer paled again.
Then, with a *bang*, a layer of five-colored flames appeared behind the gray mist, swallowing the thread.
Inside the flames, the once-swift thread slowed to a crawl, like a fish caught in a net.
Han Li smirked in satisfaction.
But his smile froze the next instant.
The thread suddenly flared with light, breaking free from the flames and lunging at the girl.
Bai Zhuer’s heart sank—she thought this was truly the end.
Yet another twist left her stunned.
The thread vanished inexplicably before her eyes.
And reappeared right in front of Han Li, shooting toward his face at lightning speed.
Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly. He didn’t dodge but simply opened his mouth.
With a *bang*, a silver fireball shot out, colliding with the thread.
To everyone’s astonishment, the thread—which had resisted both magnetic light and five-colored flames—shrank instantly upon contact with the silver fire, coiling into an egg-sized ball.
The fireball morphed into a silver bird, its flames consuming the golden-silver orb until nothing remained.
The bird let out a triumphant cry before vanishing.
It reappeared near the other thread chasing the woman and swallowed it whole before exploding into silver sparks.
Han Li then turned his amused gaze toward the two Wuluo figures in the distance.
The entire exchange had lasted mere breaths.
The woman and others wore expressions of relief, realizing why the other two tribes had fallen so easily.
Even if their high priests had been stronger than her pre-immortal fruit consumption, none could have withstood the Spiral Evil Light.
That Han Li could counter it was a stroke of luck.
Clearly, these two Wuluo were beyond their capabilities—they had to rely entirely on their temporary ally, “Senior Han.”
“Senior Han, beware!” the woman urgently warned. “The Spiral Evil Light not only reflects attacks and ignores most defenses but is also lethally toxic. Once it enters the body, it spreads uncontrollably. Many of our mighty ancestors perished this way.”
She feared the silver bird might leave lingering effects.
“Toxic?” Han Li raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
But his Spirit Devouring Heavenly Flame had absorbed the so-called Spiral Evil Light—any poison would be neutralized.
Of course, he didn’t elaborate, merely nodding in acknowledgment.
His gaze remained fixed on the two Wuluo.
“You… you devoured the Spiral Evil Light!” came their stunned voices from within the black light.
Han Li chuckled. “Your technique is intriguing, but you haven’t mastered it fully. Otherwise, even my flames might not have countered it so easily. Since you’re the only ones here, let’s end this quickly. I have matters to attend to.”
With that, he strode forward, each step covering several zhang. In moments, he was within twenty zhang of the Wuluo royals.
Golden light erupted from his body as scales formed over his skin. A golden halo materialized above his head, within which sat a three-headed, six-armed golden Dharma Form.
Two of its faces were unmistakably Han Li’s, and the form itself glowed like solid gold.
Both the Huoyang tribesmen and the Wuluo royals were aghast at the sight.
Without hesitation, the black halo trembled and twisted, morphing into a massive black blade nearly eight zhang long. It swung down toward Han Li with devastating force.
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