With a deafening “boom,” an earth-shattering explosion erupted!
The black mountain had barely sunk into the glowing dust when it suddenly trembled and halted mid-air, as if forcefully blocked by something.
This time, Han Li was genuinely astonished.
No one understood the weight of the Magnetic Divine Mountain better than him. Before advancing to the Void Refinement stage, he wouldn’t have been able to lift it. Even after reaching Void Refinement, it was only due to the enhanced physical strength granted by the True Devilish Arts of the Brahma Saint that he could barely withstand its immense weight.
Yet, this bizarre moth before him had somehow managed it.
Shocked, Han Li instinctively formed a hand seal. The golden Dharma Form above his head waved its six arms, and as the golden halo spun, clusters of golden flames shot out. After flying a dozen zhang, they transformed into a pale golden tempest, surging toward the enemy.
Before even nearing the gray dust, sharp whistling sounds erupted as countless wind blades shot from the storm, vanishing into the dust with a flash.
Thudding sounds followed as the blades struck something, but no further noise emerged, as if the strange moth inside remained unharmed.
Han Li narrowed his eyes and intensified his spell.
The golden tempest roared forth, instantly dispersing the gray dust and revealing what had been concealed.
His expression darkened at the sight. The moth had undergone a drastic transformation—its once bloated body was now covered in palm-sized, ink-green scales. A steel-like serpent tail coiled beneath it, while two thick, scaled arms sprouted from its sides, raised high to support the descending Magnetic Divine Mountain.
Even Han Li couldn’t help but twitch at the sight.
The monster’s bizarre form was one thing, but its sheer strength was another. It seemed even more powerful than him, holding the mountain effortlessly.
Yet, cold glints flashed in Han Li’s eyes as the shattered sword fragments near the monster glowed green, reforming into dozens of threads that shot toward it.
For some reason, upon seeing the moth’s transformation, Han Li sensed its immortality had vanished. Without hesitation, he restored the swords, intent on slaying the beast.
A hiss erupted from the moth’s serpent mouth as transparent hexagonal shields, like crystal, densely covered its body.
The green threads struck the shields, deflected by flashes of white light, leaving the monster unharmed.
Han Li’s expression soured. As he prepared another spell, the moth bent its arms and then straightened them violently.
A thunderous roar followed as the thousand-zhang black mountain was hurled into the sky.
The crystal shields shattered simultaneously, dissolving into blinding white light that coalesced into a radiant orb—like a white sun suddenly appearing.
The glare was so intense that even Han Li flinched, his eyes flashing blue as he strained to see through it.
Within the white light, the moth had vanished without a trace.
With his combat experience, Han Li left no opening. Instantly, he flicked his sleeve, releasing five white jade skulls that circled him, spewing multicolored flames across a hundred-zhang radius.
A strange cry sounded nearby as an eight-zhang shadow emerged from the flames—the missing moth, now shrunk tenfold and sluggish, trapped within the blaze.
Delighted, Han Li spat out a silver flame and a small cyan cauldron. The flame morphed into a silver bird, while the cauldron released green threads that vanished and reappeared above the moth, ensnaring it.
Yet, crystal shields reappeared, blocking the threads.
The silver bird darted forward, and at Han Li’s command, spat a gold-silver thread—the newly devoured Spirit Vortex Evil Light—that pierced the moth’s chest effortlessly.
A thumb-sized hole appeared, edges charred, but no blood flowed. The moth glanced at its wound, disbelief in its eyes, then let out a piercing shriek.
The gold-silver thread looped back, aiming for its head this time.
But the moth erupted in blinding light, breaking free and slamming its chest with a thunderous clap.
A visible shockwave scattered the multicolored flames. The moth’s serpent head twisted 180 degrees, coldly eyeing the incoming thread.
Two golden beams shot from its eyes, merging mid-air and colliding with the thread, annihilating both in an explosion.
The silver bird swooped, but the moth spat black liquid, trapping it.
With a whip of its tail, the moth lunged at Han Li, vanishing mid-air.
Han Li tapped his brow, activating the Annihilation Eye. Black beams shot in all directions, revealing the moth overhead.
The moth locked eyes with Han Li, golden pupils flashing as two beams shot forth. Its tail lashed out like a green shadow, while its upper body elongated unnaturally, claws descending toward Han Li’s skull.
Enraged, the moth closed in, intent on tearing him apart.
Han Li, far from alarmed, grinned. His golden Dharma Form merged into his body as golden scales covered him, and four additional arms sprouted from his back, wielding six indistinct golden weapons: a blade, sword, staff, ring, pestle, and mace.
His Annihilation Eye fired a thick black beam, intercepting the golden rays. His six arms moved—two weapons parried the tail, while four defended against the claws.
A colossal explosion followed.
Han Li staggered back two steps, his weapons shattering. The moth fared no better—its tail recoiled, and its arms were mangled.
Though the moth might surpass him in raw strength, its resilience paled in comparison. Its crystal shields proved useless against physical attacks.
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