In her desperation, the woman let out a sharp cry and spat out a radiant glow from her mouth, which enveloped the fan before her.
However, before the bloody glow could merge into the fan’s surface, the jade fan flashed crimson and shattered into countless fragments with a crisp sound, vanishing into thin air.
By then, the silver flames from the opposite side had already devoured all the blood flames.
The woman’s face twisted with shock and fury.
This blood fan was no ordinary treasure—the blood flames it released were an exceptionally sinister type of yin fire. Even a slight touch would allow its malevolent energy to invade the cultivator’s body directly, bypassing any protective treasures. Since it attacked from within, it was nearly impossible to defend against.
Normally, when this woman unleashed these flames, they were unstoppable.
But this time, before the blood flames could even approach Han Li, they were completely devoured by the strange silver flames he had summoned, leaving her utterly horrified.
Moreover, since the fan was spiritually linked to her, the backlash caused her body to tremble violently, and she couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of vital blood, turning her already pale face even paler.
Yet she dared not relax, for the silver firebird had already retracted its scattered feathers and was charging toward her with overwhelming momentum.
Wiping the blood from her lips, the woman in the blood-red palace dress suddenly slapped her slender waist.
With a *shriek*, a ball of bloody light shot out, swirling in the air before transforming into a small crimson gourd, no larger than a palm. This was another of her prized treasures.
Muttering an incantation, she opened the gourd’s mouth, unleashing a torrent of bloody radiance.
With a *whoosh*, a waterfall of blood surged forth, transforming into a towering crimson wave that swept toward the silver firebird.
The blood wave reeked of a foul stench, with strands of black qi hidden within, exuding an eerie, bone-chilling cold.
The spirit-devouring firebird seemed wary of the blood and avoided direct contact. Instead, it opened its beak and spewed forth a milky-white mist.
When the white mist and blood collided mid-air, they intertwined with a sizzling sound, and parts of the blood instantly turned into white vapor, dispersing into the air.
The white mist was the manifestation of the Golden Crow True Fire, a pure yang force that naturally countered the yin-tainted blood.
The silver bird continued spewing white mist, while the crimson gourd endlessly poured forth blood.
The battle now hinged on endurance—whether the white mist could evaporate all the blood or the blood would exhaust the mist.
For the moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.
However, Han Li’s gaze only briefly swept over the woman before shifting to the green-haired foreigner and the elderly man surnamed Yan. His eyes gleamed coldly as they settled on the green-haired man.
Though all three were at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, the elderly man’s aura was the weakest, while the woman’s was the strongest. The green-haired man’s cultivation was in the middle.
If he could kill this man first, their combined assault would collapse.
With this thought, Han Li took a deep breath. A thunderous roar erupted behind him as a pair of crystalline wings unfurled, and golden scales shimmered across his body.
With a flap of his wings, he vanished in a flash of blue-white lightning.
Simultaneously, the azure lotus beneath his feet shattered into hundreds of streaks of green light, splitting into two waves that shot toward the elderly man and the woman.
As the sword beams approached, their piercing hum filled the sky, causing both the old man and the woman to pale.
The elderly man spun rapidly, summoning a silver disk that multiplied into a dozen copies, blocking the incoming green sword beams.
The woman spat out a cloud of blood threads, which transformed into needle-thin crimson spikes.
A cacophony of metallic clangs erupted as the needles clashed with the sword beams, sparks flying in all directions.
Though they managed to block the attacks, neither could spare any attention elsewhere.
The green-haired foreigner, sensing danger the moment Han Li disappeared, decisively formed a hand seal. A yellow glow erupted from his shoulder as a bronze halberd materialized.
Almost simultaneously, a thunderclap boomed above him, and a green-robed figure appeared—Han Li, his sleeve fluttering as he extended a jade-white hand and struck downward.
Five-colored flames surged from his fingertips, instantly coalescing into a massive five-colored palm that slammed down with crushing force.
At the same time, the distant Void Heaven Cauldron rumbled, releasing a burst of green threads that vanished the moment they left the cauldron.
The green-haired man had been vigilant. The moment Han Li appeared, his spiritual sense detected him. Seeing the five-colored palm descending, he immediately activated the bronze halberd.
The halberd trembled, its tip erupting with blinding yellow light as it transformed into a yellow streak, slashing toward the palm.
This halberd was an ancient relic the foreigner had obtained, renowned for its ability to break spells and nullify techniques. Against ordinary transformations, it would have shattered them instantly.
But the five-colored palm was formed from Han Li’s five-colored flames—no ordinary technique.
The yellow streak struck the palm, causing its surface to ripple slightly, but it only managed to pierce the outermost layer before being halted.
Han Li’s eyes flashed as he silently activated another technique.
The five-colored palm expanded, its fingers abruptly closing around the halberd, gripping it tightly.
The green-haired man gasped, channeling his energy to unleash another technique.
But before he could act, a burst of green threads materialized around him, wrapping around his body in an instant.
Shocked, he instinctively summoned a layer of green flames to burn them away.
Yet, no matter how fiercely the flames raged, the threads remained intact, glowing faintly but unbroken.
From above, Han Li smirked, flipping his hand to summon the Void Heaven Cauldron—now hovering in his palm despite being dozens of feet away moments before.
He flicked a finger against the cauldron.
A clear, bell-like chime resonated.
The green threads binding the foreigner flared brightly, tightening several times over, rendering him completely immobile.
With Han Li’s increased cultivation, the Void Heaven Cauldron’s power had grown exponentially.
Simultaneously, the five-colored palm descended with crushing force.
A tremendous pressure bore down on the foreigner’s body, bones creaking as if on the verge of shattering.
Only his unique physique and cultivation kept him from being crushed instantly.
Still, his face turned crimson as the palm struck his skull with a sickening *crunch*, smashing it like a melon.
The green threads dissipated, and his lifeless body plummeted toward the ground.
But before the corpse could fall more than a few feet, a muffled *pop* sounded—a ball of green fire burst from the shattered skull, vanishing in a flash.
A moment later, it reappeared thirty yards away, revealing a tiny figure within the flames.
Before the figure could teleport again, a green sword beam slashed down with lightning speed.
With a shriek, the figure was cleaved in two, dissolving into motes of green light.
Han Li beckoned, and the sword returned, vanishing into his body.
His gaze turned cold as he regarded the woman and the elderly man, his expression murderous.
The two had barely managed to fend off his earlier assault, but witnessing him effortlessly slay someone of their level left them deeply shaken.
Exchanging glances, they saw only fear in each other’s eyes.
Han Li narrowed his eyes, preparing to strike again—
When suddenly, a deafening roar, like that of a raging bull, echoed across the sky.
All three turned toward the horizon.
The once-intertwined black waters and fiery clouds had split apart, surging toward them in two distinct waves—one of churning black tides, the other of blazing crimson flames.
Even Han Li’s expression flickered at the sight.
Without hesitation, he stowed the cauldron and formed hand seals, pointing solemnly at the woman and the elderly man.
With a muffled *boom*, the silver firebird exploded into scattered flames, vanishing.
Meanwhile, the black mountain pressing down on the elderly man flickered and disappeared.
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