“Hiss, what should we do? That Spirit Realm cultivator is moving so fast that even Lord Wuqi can barely keep up. There’s no way we can catch him,” said a demonic beast with a body resembling a jackal but a python’s head on its neck, hissing as it spoke.
“Why even ask? Of course, we keep chasing. Didn’t Lord Wuqi give us all positioning disks that show each other’s locations? According to them, even if we’re separated by a million miles, we can still track Lord Wuqi,” replied another demonic beast that looked like a boar but had unusually long ears, speaking in human tongue.
“Hmph, with your speed, who knows when you’d ever catch up to Lord Wuqi,” sneered the python-headed beast, rolling its eyes dismissively.
“What do you mean by that? From your tone, it sounds like you’re the only one here capable of catching up, and the rest of us are just holding you back?” The boar-like beast, though seemingly simple-minded, was actually quite cunning. With just a few words, it had pitted the python-headed beast against the others.
However, the python-headed beast was among the strongest of the remaining group. Hearing this, it merely let out a cold laugh and didn’t bother to argue.
This attitude naturally drew hostile glares from the other demonic beasts.
“Enough. Yuan Mang has a point. With so many of us moving at different speeds, it’s indeed unlikely we’ll all catch up. But it’s also not right to let Lord Wuqi and the other two chase alone. Here’s what we’ll do: the five fastest among us will continue the pursuit. The rest will return and await orders,” suddenly interjected a peculiar little beast with a shimmering, crystalline body resembling colored glass. Its tone carried a hint of command.
Strangely, despite their usual defiance, none of the demonic beasts—including the python-headed one—voiced any objections. After some bickering, only the five fastest remained.
The rest summoned demonic winds and retreated the way they came.
Among the five left were the python-headed beast and the glass-like little beast. Together, their combined speed was incomparable to before.
A thick black rainbow over ten zhang long shot through the sky and vanished in a flash.
…
Han Li’s body crackled with blue-white lightning, vanishing and reappearing like a thunder god. Hundreds of zhang were crossed in the blink of an eye.
From afar, one moment he was on one side of the horizon, the next he appeared on the other, and with another flash, he disappeared entirely.
Not long after the thunderous arcs faded, a tri-colored radiance silently flickered into view, vanishing just as quickly.
Han Li, still racing amid the lightning, didn’t look back but knew the three demonic beasts were still hot on his trail dozens of miles away.
Frowning, his expression darkened.
He had been fleeing for half a day, gradually widening the gap, but shaking them off completely was still far from achievable.
The demonic energy in the Demon Mountain Range severely restricted outsiders’ spiritual senses, but for these demonic beasts, it was like water to fish—their senses could easily extend hundreds of miles.
Even if he kept running for half a month, he doubted he could truly lose them.
With only about ten days left before the formation sealing the mountain range closed, he couldn’t afford to waste time here.
Moreover, the presence of Saint-rank demonic beasts in the range meant prolonged pursuit could attract even greater threats.
Such danger was something Han Li would never risk.
After such prolonged flight, his Divine Devilbane Lightning reserves had dwindled, making it impossible to sustain the Wind Thunder Wings indefinitely.
Though the three beasts behind him clung stubbornly with the help of that strange mirror, the larger horde of demonic beasts had long vanished.
As time passed, Han Li’s killing intent grew.
Yet his lightning form showed no signs of slowing.
After another stretch of flight, a vast expanse of gray mist appeared ahead. Though not particularly dense, it covered a considerable area.
Spotting it, Han Li’s eyes gleamed coldly. Without hesitation, he plunged into the mist.
A thunderclap later, Han Li reappeared deep within the gray fog. His eyes glowed faintly blue as he scanned the surroundings.
Confirming no other demonic beasts lurked nearby, he flipped his hand, producing a purple talisman, which he slapped onto himself.
With a soft *puff*, the talisman dissolved into a shimmering light that enveloped him, silver runes swirling within.
The glow faded, and Han Li vanished without a trace.
He had activated the Taiyi Concealment Talisman, rendering himself completely intangible.
In this state, even an early-stage Body Integration cultivator would struggle to detect him, let alone the three Void Refinement-level demonic beasts pursuing him.
Had his speed not drastically reduced in this form, preventing him from quickly escaping their senses, he might have used the talisman much earlier to slip away unnoticed.
Now, hidden within a dense patch of fog, he remained utterly still, eyes narrowed and fixed on the direction he’d come from, fully alert.
And for good reason—a dozen miles was nothing to the speed of his pursuers.
Almost as soon as Han Li exhaled twice, a tri-colored radiance flashed at the edge of the gray mist.
The light swirled, and a triangular bronze mirror flew out, spinning midair.
At the same time, the radiance condensed, revealing Wuqi and the two other demonic beasts.
“What’s going on? That man’s aura just vanished nearby,” said the zhang-tall demonic eagle, its green eyes flickering with unease.
“Did he escape?” the giant green wasp asked in human speech.
“Escape? Impossible. Even the great ones in the mountains can’t cover ten thousand miles in an instant,” Wuqi growled, scanning the area before fixing his gaze on the mist ahead, his expression dark.
“So, he must have used some high-level concealment technique or possesses an artifact that masks his aura,” the demonic eagle deduced, its intelligence evident.
“Most likely. It seems he realized he couldn’t outrun us and decided to stop and fight,” Wuqi said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
“Tch, this man’s cultivation is inferior to mine. Choosing to fight is suicide,” the green wasp sneered.
“Don’t underestimate him. If he dares this, he must have a plan. I haven’t told you yet, but the young master’s death a few days ago was almost certainly this outsider’s doing. That’s why our master was so furious, sending us out even during such critical times,” Wuqi said, his voice icy.
“What? The young master was killed by him?” the wasp exclaimed.
“The young master’s cultivation was similar, but he had several treasures gifted by our master. He wasn’t someone easily slain. This man is more dangerous than he seems—we must be cautious,” the demonic eagle said gravely.
“Even if there’s risk, we have no choice. If we fail to kill or capture him, you know what awaits us under our master’s wrath,” Wuqi said darkly. Suddenly, he grabbed the black bull horns on his head and yanked them free.
With a shake, the horns transformed into two massive black hammers. Clad in black armor, his burly frame now radiated menace.
The demonic eagle and green wasp exchanged uneasy glances. Then, with a shrill cry, the eagle’s body shimmered with golden light, morphing into a slender figure in a yellow robe.
In one hand, it held a pale bone spear wreathed in black flames, faint ghostly wails emanating from it. In the other, a golden round shield adorned with a three-headed, six-armed demon pattern, its edges razor-sharp.
Meanwhile, the green wasp buzzed softly, its translucent wings quivering.
In the next moment, an astonishing sight unfolded.
Green light swirled around the wasp, and countless glowing orbs poured from its wings, scattering across a ten-zhang radius.
Wuqi and the demonic eagle tensed, quickly stepping back as if wary of the orbs.
The orbs shimmered, transforming into hundreds of smaller green wasps, each identical to the original save for their size.
“Qing Zhen, your Thousand Wasp Clone Technique has improved. Last time, you couldn’t summon so many,” the yellow-robed figure remarked.
“Indeed. I recently advanced the technique. Not only are there more clones, but each is stronger than before,” the green wasp boasted.
“Good. That improves our odds. Qing Zhen, send your clones ahead to scout. We’ll search this mist. He’s likely hiding here,” Wuqi ordered, clashing his hammers together with a laugh.
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