The group chatted casually, one after another, their tone relaxed, suggesting they were on very good terms.
“Teleportation?”
Han Li, however, caught the key point in their conversation. His gaze swept over the two war vessels, and some of his confusion about their sudden appearance was resolved.
These war vessels actually had teleportation arrays capable of direct transmission—truly unbelievable.
However, this teleportation was vastly different from ordinary fixed arrays, and the cost of using it was likely substantial.
Moreover, judging by their tone, another group was supposed to have teleported as well. But due to the destruction of one vessel, only these few had arrived.
To mobilize so many Void Refinement cultivators just for a single Deity Transformation-level target—this puppet-controlling foreigner must be an extremely important figure.
Yet, these people had recognized him at a glance, which was somewhat unexpected.
The Body Integration cultivator from Green Light City still hadn’t given up. No, more accurately, they hadn’t abandoned their interest in the two jade boxes in his storage bracelet.
It seemed the contents of those boxes were indeed extraordinary. The big-headed man hadn’t exaggerated too much.
Han Li’s expression remained unchanged as he swiftly pieced everything together.
By now, the Leopard Kirin Beast and the Soul Devourer had already abandoned their pursuit of the armored warriors and silently returned to Han Li’s side, glaring fiercely at the four nearby figures.
They could sense that these individuals were vastly different from those they had killed earlier and refrained from attacking recklessly.
The barefooted oddity across from them listened to his companions, his eyes flickering several times before opening his mouth as if to say something to Han Li.
But at that moment, Han Li suddenly flicked his sleeve toward all four of them.
A sharp whistling sound erupted as dozens of green threads split into four streams, shooting toward each of them with lightning speed.
The threads arrived before the four in an instant.
The four Void Refinement cultivators, including the barefooted oddity, were startled.
They had witnessed Han Li’s sword threads slaughtering the armored warriors earlier, but the speed then had been less than a tenth of what it was now—utterly incomparable.
In their shock and fury, the four scrambled to evade or block.
The barefooted oddity vanished in a puff of white smoke.
The old woman’s body shimmered with light as she split into several identical illusions. The green threads sliced through the illusions, but her true form was nowhere to be seen.
The dwarf, his face paling, swiftly formed hand seals.
A silver cloud materialized beneath his feet, carrying him away in a streak of light—his speed nearly matching that of the threads.
Only the beastskin-clad giant reacted without hesitation. A red glow flashed in his hand as a massive, flaming battle-axe appeared, gripped tightly.
He swung it before him like a shield.
Forged from multiple fire-attribute materials, the axe was not only powerful but also as durable as top-tier defensive treasures. Despite seeing Han Li’s threads slice through warriors like vegetables, the giant remained confident in blocking them.
But the moment he raised the axe, a green flash streaked past.
The axe shattered into seven or eight pieces.
Before the giant could even scream, his body was reduced to minced flesh, his soul obliterated before it could escape.
“Brother Li!” The barefooted oddity reappeared thirty yards away, his face twisted in shock and fury at the sight of his companion’s instant demise.
The old woman and the dwarf, who had also reappeared elsewhere, were equally horrified.
Though they knew Han Li was formidable, they hadn’t expected one of their own to fall in a single exchange.
Before they could retaliate, the green threads surged toward them again.
Having witnessed their lethality, none dared to block them directly, resorting instead to desperate evasion.
For a time, the three Void Refinement cultivators—Han Li’s peers—could only flee in disarray, seemingly powerless to counterattack.
Han Li stood motionless, his face expressionless as he relentlessly controlled the threads.
Then, a thunderous roar echoed from above.
Hundreds of white beams descended from the intact war vessel, aiming to assist the three.
Han Li glanced upward but didn’t move.
Amid the deafening explosions, his figure vanished within the light.
The pursuing threads faltered, their momentum disrupted.
The barefooted oddity and the others gasped in relief, hastily summoning their treasures.
The old woman flung out a golden scroll inscribed with an intricate array.
The dwarf spat out a green wooden bowl and hurled a volley of yellow daggers that circled him protectively.
The barefooted oddity rubbed his hands together, summoning a pair of black armguards etched with dense, mysterious patterns.
Despite their preparations, none relaxed, their eyes fixed on the fading light.
They didn’t believe Han Li could be so easily defeated.
A thunderous crack split the air as a streak of blue light shot forth—a roc, initially mere yards in size, swelling mid-flight into a colossal seventy-yard behemoth.
With a single flap of its wings, it closed the distance to the old woman in a gust of wind.
Lightning crackled across its body as talons the size of houses, wreathed in blinding electricity, descended.
The sheer pressure alone was crushing.
“Watch out!” the barefooted oddity and the dwarf shouted in unison.
The oddity thrust his arms forward, unleashing twin black beams from his armguards.
The dwarf’s daggers streaked toward the roc in a golden blur.
Both sought to intercept the attack.
By now, they realized Han Li’s power far exceeded his cultivation realm—none of them could face him alone.
Fear took root; they couldn’t afford to be picked off one by one.
The old woman, sensing the talons’ lethal force, paled.
Escape was impossible.
Gritting her teeth, she spat a mouthful of blood onto the scroll.
The blood mist was absorbed in an instant, and the golden array within the scroll erupted outward, expanding into a massive shield above her.
The roc ignored the incoming attacks.
One talon slammed into the golden array with a deafening explosion, sending sparks and golden light spiraling into the air, warping space itself.
The roc remained unfazed, but the old woman beneath the array groaned, blood trickling from her lips.
Yet the array held—barely.
Before relief could cross her face, the roc’s other talon struck.
Desperate, she spat more blood to reinforce the array, praying it would buy her enough time for her companions to intervene.
Together, the three might still stand a chance.
But she had gravely underestimated the might of Han Li’s “Roc Transformation,” one of the five forms he had mastered to perfection.
Enhanced by the blood of other ancient beasts and his own formidable physique, this transformation rivaled even true spirit descendants in power.
As both talons descended, the roc’s eyes gleamed coldly.
It opened its beak, unleashing a colossal lightning bolt that struck the array first, destabilizing it.
The second talon tore through the golden light like paper.
The old woman’s soul nearly fled her body.
Before she could react, the talons swept past, reducing her to bloody chunks that rained from the sky.
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