The Rong tribesman’s expression changed drastically, never expecting such a massive mountain peak could vanish into the void and attack via teleportation. In his panic, he let out a furious roar.
Instantly, the blood-red lotus petals around him folded inward, layer upon layer of crimson light condensing into seven thick blood-colored barriers.
At the same time, he slapped the top of his head with one hand, unleashing a surge of bloody killing intent that transformed into a ferocious crimson tiger, lunging at the descending mountain peak with a mighty claw strike.
As the black mountain peak rumbled downward, the tiger shattered upon contact, crushed by the overwhelming force. The mountain then flashed and crashed into the blood barriers, the black light sinking as cracking sounds erupted one after another.
Five layers of the blood barriers were obliterated in an instant. Only at the sixth layer did the crimson light flare wildly, barely halting the descent of the Magnetic Extreme Mountain.
A savage grin twisted the Rong tribesman’s face as he suddenly reached toward the giant silver axe in the air.
The axe spun rapidly before transforming into a thick bolt of lightning, striking directly at Han Li, who stood atop the black mountain peak.
Han Li’s eyes flickered, yet he remained unmoving.
From the void nearby, a silver fireball the size of a head shot out, accurately intercepting the lightning bolt.
With a thunderous boom, the axe reverted to its original form and was instantly engulfed in raging silver flames.
Before the tribesman could react, the void behind him distorted, and a towering golden figure with three heads and six arms emerged—Han Li’s Vajra Body.
The golden figure clasped its six palms together, merging six swirling golden lights into a single vortex the size of a head.
Simultaneously, two of its heads closed their eyes, chanting overlapping incantations.
The vortex rumbled with thunder, faint Buddhist hymns echoing within, before expanding to a massive size.
The Rong tribesman, sensing the danger, flung his sleeve backward, unleashing a storm of crystalline blood threads that shot toward the golden figure.
Yet, despite their terrifying momentum, the threads dissipated harmlessly against the Vajra Body’s indestructible form.
An invisible force erupted from the golden vortex, yanking the tribesman into its depths. He felt the air constrict around him, his limbs immobilized.
Panicking, he attempted to recall his black blade, locked in combat with the silver ruler’s illusions.
But Han Li snorted coldly, the silver ruler dispersing into countless streaks of light, overwhelming the blade.
With a final, irresistible pull, the tribesman was sucked into the vortex. A scream echoed, followed by a deafening explosion—his presence vanished without a trace.
The golden figure ceased its chants, pointing at the vortex, which shrank rapidly before disappearing entirely.
The black blade, now masterless, let out a mournful cry, transforming into a black flood dragon that spewed mist, breaking free from the silver ruler’s restraints and fleeing skyward.
Han Li, anticipating this, flickered into the air above it, spitting out a green light that enveloped a small cauldron.
Countless green threads shot out, binding the flood dragon, which reverted to its blade form before being sucked into the cauldron.
With a flick of his sleeve, the cauldron vanished.
Han Li’s gaze swept the battlefield.
The silver axe had been reduced to molten silver by the Spirit Devouring Heavenly Flame, nearly consumed.
The remaining three Rong tribesmen, realizing their leader’s demise, abandoned their fights and fled toward the entrance in streaks of light.
But Han Li, unwilling to let them escape, vanished in a flash of green-white light, his golden figure and puppets in pursuit.
Soon, screams erupted outside the cavern—first the youth’s, then the elder’s and the crone’s—before silence fell.
Later, a thunderous clash echoed from a distant underground crossroads, signaling another battle.
Eventually, the sounds ceased.
Han Li returned, his aura cold, his eyes fixed on the silver barrier at the cavern’s center.
After slaughtering the remaining Rong tribesmen, he had pursued the last—a dark-skinned warrior—who self-detonated, scattering into blood lights. Though most were destroyed, two escaped beyond his reach.
Unconcerned—such remnants were unlikely to survive—he turned his attention to the barrier.
Its surface shimmered with shifting runes, dense and unyielding.
Undeterred, Han Li tested it with sword light, flames, and even the Profound Heavenly Blade, only to find it resistant.
When the barrier cracked under the blade’s power, the cavern walls trembled, forcing him to withdraw.
Abandoning brute force, he studied the barrier’s runes and formation.
After a day of intense focus, recalling the Rong’s mention of the “Moon Order Token,” he found a solution.
With a laugh, he summoned a golden-silver token from his sleeve—a relic of the ancient Moon Order.
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