The two of them had witnessed a glimpse of Han Li’s true abilities that day, so they weren’t overly surprised when the figure in the bloodlight suffered a minor setback. However, their gazes toward Han Li flickered with uncertainty.
As for the appearance of the figure within the bloodlight, under Han Li’s spiritual vision, it had become somewhat clearer. It was a woman with dark brows and cherry-like lips, dressed in a blood-red palace robe.
Though she had already retracted her two flying swords, her jade-like face was filled with astonishment.
Clearly, the might of the magnetic divine light had startled her, leaving her deeply wary.
The three of them encircled Han Li, momentarily falling into silence, yet showing no intention of letting him leave.
Seeing this, Han Li smiled faintly and swept his gaze toward the distant horizon.
There, the fiery clouds still roared with deafening thunder, their momentum seemingly even fiercer than before. Yet from below surged waves of black water, intermittently crashing against the fiery clouds.
The two forces appeared to be in complete opposition, their clash erupting into continuous explosions that shook half the sky, as if it might tear apart at any moment.
Han Li’s eyes flickered as his thoughts raced.
“Fellow Daoist Han, I recall that Nephew Yue entered the mountain range with you. Since you’re here, might Nephew Yue also be nearby?” After a moment of stalemate, it was the elderly man surnamed Yan who spoke first.
“Regrettably, Fellow Daoist Yue recently fell victim to foul play and has already met his demise,” Han Li replied solemnly, not concealing the truth.
“He’s already dead? Could you tell us who was responsible?” The elderly Yan was shocked and pressed urgently.
“When Fellow Daoist Yue encountered his enemy, there was no one else present. I truly cannot say for certain,” Han Li said slowly, frowning slightly.
“Oh, is that so?” The elderly Yan’s expression darkened, clearly skeptical.
Seeing this, Han Li inwardly sighed. It seemed the old man likely suspected him of involvement in Yue Zong’s death.
However, since he had no prior relationship with the old man, he saw no need to offer any special explanation. After glancing at the other two, he calmly asked, “With the three of you in such a stance, do you intend to prevent me from leaving?”
“Hmph, why feign ignorance? Hand over the Immortal Mushroom, and you may leave whenever you wish,” the green-haired foreigner said fiercely, a vicious glint in his eyes.
“The Immortal Mushroom? Heh, do the other two fellow Daoists share this sentiment?” Han Li chuckled coldly, addressing the other two.
The elderly Yan’s expression tightened slightly, but he remained silent. However, the woman in the bloodlight, her bright eyes flashing coldly, icily declared, “We have no time to waste. The three of us should attack together, kill him, and then divide the Immortal Mushroom among ourselves. Otherwise, if that demonic alligator and Ironwing’s subordinates catch up, the treasure will surely slip from our grasp.”
With these words, she immediately rubbed her hands together, and with a flash of bloodlight, a fan wreathed in bloody flames appeared in her grasp.
The fan was only about a foot long, but its entire surface shimmered with a crystalline glow, carved from pristine white jade. Yet the fan’s face was densely inscribed with blood-red runes, each glowing like flames, exuding an eerie and sinister aura.
“Fine! Getting a third is better than getting nothing at all,” the green-haired foreigner, though fierce, was no fool and agreed without hesitation. With a flip of his palm, an ancient-looking small cauldron appeared in his hand. It spun rapidly before enlarging to several feet in size, hovering motionlessly before him.
Seeing the other two act, the elderly Yan hesitated briefly before gritting his teeth and flicking his sleeve. A ball of silver light shot forth—a gleaming silver seal.
At first, it was only an inch in size, but with a single rotation, it expanded to several zhang in length, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
The trio’s united front was now fully formed!
Han Li’s lips twitched, and he sighed inwardly.
All three were at the peak of the Void Refining stage, and their speed wouldn’t be much slower than his. Evading a fight was likely impossible. The only way out was to truly defeat or kill them.
This realization had dawned on him the moment he took action to claim the Immortal Mushroom earlier.
Thus, seeing their movements, he remained unruffled. Without waiting for them to attack, he raised a hand and summoned the phantom of the black mountain before him.
Layers of gray light surged as the mountain hurtled toward the elderly Yan. Before it even landed, the mountain, amidst a dazzling radiance, abruptly expanded to several dozen zhang in size, pressing down with crushing weight.
The elderly Yan, startled, had no time to think and swiftly retreated, pointing a finger at the massive silver seal before him.
The treasure emitted a resonant hum, its size swelling severalfold as it shot upward to meet the descending mountain.
A deafening explosion erupted as a blinding light burst from the base of the mountain.
The entire sky trembled violently, and invisible shockwaves rippled outward from the point of impact.
Though the silver seal was a mighty treasure in its own right, it was no match for the twice-refined Magnetic Divine Mountain.
After barely holding the mountain for a moment, the seal shattered with a crisp sound, utterly unable to withstand the mountain’s immense weight.
The colossal mountain descended with unstoppable force, while vast swathes of gray light swept out, enveloping the elderly Yan.
His face paling, the elderly Yan spat out a milky-white veil.
The veil fluttered, transforming into a wisp of white cloud that floated above his head.
Simultaneously, his face flushed with white light as his fingers flicked rapidly, sending multicolored spells into the cloud.
As the black mountain landed on the white cloud, it was as if it had struck a cushion, most of its force dissipating harmlessly.
The milky-white mist trembled but managed to hold the mountain aloft.
Han Li was momentarily taken aback.
However, in this brief delay, the green-haired foreigner and the woman in the bloodlight seized the opportunity to strike.
The green-haired foreigner exhaled a stream of greenish essence onto the cauldron.
With a resonant hum, the cauldron’s lid flew open.
A surge of light erupted from within, scattering and darkening the surrounding sky as a gloomy yellow wind howled into existence, coalescing into several yellow wind dragons that lunged toward Han Li.
Meanwhile, the woman in the bloodlight gently waved her blood-red fan.
The runes on the fan’s surface flickered, and with a series of sharp pops, countless blood-red flames surged forth, densely streaking toward Han Li.
Han Li’s expression remained impassive as he flipped his hand.
A flash of blue light later, a small blue cauldron materialized—the Void Heaven Cauldron!
With another motion, he spat out a ball of silver flames, which spun rapidly before transforming into a foot-long silver firebird.
“Go!”
Han Li flicked his sleeve and uttered a low command.
The blue cauldron trembled and soared into the air. With a shake, its lid vanished.
A piercing hum rose to the heavens as the patterns of beasts and birds on its surface blurred.
Amidst a radiant blue glow, the illusory forms of massive beasts and strange birds materialized around the cauldron, letting out eerie cries as they charged toward the yellow wind dragons.
Upon contact, the two forces immediately locked in a fierce struggle, neither gaining the upper hand.
Meanwhile, the silver firebird spread its wings and flew toward the incoming barrage of blood-red fireballs.
These fireballs roiled with crimson flames, their surfaces glistening like fresh blood, clearly no ordinary fire.
Even the woman in the blood-red palace robe wore a composed expression, seemingly confident in her fan’s power.
Yet the next moment, her face froze in shock.
Just as the foot-long silver firebird was about to collide with the fireballs, it let out a clear cry and flapped its wings violently. Its body ballooned at an incredible speed.
One zhang, three zhang, five zhang, ten zhang…
In the blink of an eye, the firebird had grown to thirty zhang in size, its feathers a mix of silver and white, with silver runes flickering across them. From afar, it resembled a radiant silver phoenix, dazzling to behold.
Han Li’s heart skipped a beat at the sight.
Though he knew the Spirit Devouring Firebird would evolve after consuming the Golden Crow’s True Flames, its sudden transformation into such a majestic form still stunned him—especially since the Golden Crow’s True Flames hadn’t been fully refined yet.
Possessing a degree of sentience, the firebird needed no prompting from Han Li. With a powerful flap of its wings, its silver feathers shot forth like countless arrows, piercing every single blood-red fireball with unerring precision.
A series of pops rang out as the fireballs distorted and burst apart, scattering into tiny embers.
The woman in the bloodlight was furious but not panicked. She tossed her fan into the air and formed a hand seal, pointing solemnly.
A beam of blood-red light shot from her fingertip, vanishing into the fan.
The runes on the fan writhed and rearranged into intricate, shifting patterns.
The scattered blood-red embers flickered and began regrouping.
But at that moment, the silver feathers that had pierced through the fireballs ignited fiercely, transforming into fist-sized silver flames.
With a tremble, these silver flames shot toward the scattered embers.
Wherever the silver flames touched, the blood-red embers vanished without a sound, swiftly devoured by the silver flames, offering no resistance.
In an instant, the sky, once filled with blood-red embers, was nearly cleared.
The woman in the bloodlight paled at the sight.
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