In an instant, thirty-six pairs of seventy-two distinct treasures flew out from the sleeves of the black-robed man, filling the sky and obscuring a significant portion of the void beneath them.
These treasures—swords, blades, flying tridents, and the like—either gleamed with cold light or moved eerily silent, as if each possessed its own spirit and a storied origin.
The black-robed man’s ability to simultaneously control so many treasures at once was nothing short of astonishing, far surpassing the capabilities of an ordinary Unity-stage cultivator.
Han Li’s thoughts raced, and he couldn’t help but feel a hint of admiration.
Within moments, the black-robed man let out a wild laugh, and the seventy-two treasures transformed into a dazzling storm of light, surging toward Han Li with unstoppable force.
Seeing this, Han Li raised an eyebrow and flicked his sleeve.
Dozens of small azure swords shot forth, flashing once before morphing into seventy-two azure rainbows that clashed head-on with the incoming storm of light.
A series of crisp *clangs* rang out as the azure flying swords collided with the treasures, locking together in a fierce struggle.
Though the seventy-two treasures spewed black mist, transformed into thunder and lightning, or unleashed other formidable powers, the azure swords flickered in and out of visibility within their green glow, seemingly intangible and unharmed. Instead, they coiled around the treasures like serpents, refusing to yield even slightly.
The black-robed man was slightly taken aback but quickly intensified his control, altering the treasures’ abilities repeatedly. Yet, it proved futile—the seventy-two Emerald Swarm Swords held their ground stubbornly.
His expression darkened. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and reached out with one hand, clawing toward Han Li.
With a *boom*, the spiritual energy within the barrier trembled violently. Countless black threads appeared in the void, vibrating once before transforming into streaks of black light that shot forth.
Wherever the black light passed, the void dimmed. In a flash, it reached Han Li with eerie speed.
“Good timing!”
Han Li remained unruffled, letting out a low shout as he swept a hand before him. A gray mist materialized out of thin air, solidifying into a gray barrier.
The black streaks, like a torrential downpour, struck the barrier and froze mid-air, trapped within.
Han Li raised an eyebrow and pressed a pitch-black palm against the barrier.
With a flash of light, the gray barrier erupted in brilliance.
A series of muffled *bangs* followed as the trapped black threads exploded into wisps of black smoke, swallowed by the gray mist and vanishing without a trace.
“Magnetic Divine Light!” The black-robed man’s pupils contracted in shock.
But the next moment, his expression hardened. With a shake of his shoulders, a vast expanse of dark mist surged from his back, coalescing above his head into an enormous black sword.
The front half of the sword was solid as if forged from metal, while the rear half remained hazy and indistinct.
With just a slight tremble of its tip, a black orb materialized in the air, emitting a low hum.
“Go!”
The black-robed man formed a hand seal and pointed solemnly at the giant sword.
The black orb flashed once before shooting from the sword’s tip. Initially the size of a fist, it expanded rapidly, swelling to the size of a boulder before hurtling toward Han Li.
Where it passed, space distorted, leaving behind a faint black trail—evidence of its terrifying power to tear through the void.
Even more alarming, identical black orbs shot forth one after another from the giant sword. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight had formed a chain, streaking toward Han Li.
“Truly befitting a mid-stage cultivator—your abilities are extraordinary!” Han Li chuckled, unfazed.
He raised an arm, revealing a snow-white hand from his sleeve, which lightly touched his black palm before his chest.
A metallic *clang* reverberated as two miniature mountains—one black, one azure—manifested above his head. With a spin, they emitted two soft *pops*.
A ring of azure light and a black aura expanded from the mountains, intertwining to form a massive black-and-green ring that shielded Han Li.
The first black orb struck the ring with a deafening *boom*, erupting in a burst of black and green light.
The void at the point of impact collapsed, forming a black hole.
As the second, third, and subsequent orbs plunged in, the hole expanded tenfold, engulfing nearly the entire platform and swallowing Han Li and the protective ring into endless darkness.
Under the crushing weight of the black hole, the entire Myriad Spirit Platform groaned and trembled violently.
Spectators outside the barrier gasped in shock.
The Long Family Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless—though a closer look would reveal a flicker of unease in his eyes.
The Ye Family’s feathered maiden blinked her dark eyes, sighing with an air of worldly wisdom.
The other True Spirit Family cultivators wore varied expressions, but Xiaofeng Fairy and Elder Xiao’s faces had turned grim.
Fortunately, the azure swords still danced amidst the seventy-two treasures, showing no signs of losing control. This suggested Han Li was far from defenseless, offering them some reassurance.
The black-robed man, having unleashed so many black orbs, was visibly drained. His eyes dimmed, his aura weakened, and the purple scar on his forehead seemed to have grown larger.
As he exhaled and prepared to summon a dazzling blue seal for a final strike, a calm voice echoed from within the black hole:
“Is this Brother Hui’s signature technique? If so, it’s indeed quite fascinating. But if you think this alone can defeat me, you’re sorely mistaken.”
The moment the words faded, a piercing shriek erupted from the black hole. With a thunderous *boom*, a silver ruler’s shadow, nearly eighty feet long, split the darkness apart. A flash of green light followed as a figure shot out.
The black-robed man was stunned. Instinctively, he formed a seal, and the silver seal swelled to the size of a small mountain, crashing toward the emerging figure.
But Han Li, now free of the black hole, smirked. With a thought, one of the hovering mountains blurred and vanished in a flash of green light.
The other mountain, now wreathed in black mist, expanded to over a hundred feet tall. Countless silver runes surged forth, meeting the descending blue seal head-on.
The collision was eerily silent at first.
Then, a gray shockwave erupted, sweeping outward like a tidal wave.
The black-robed man flicked his sleeve, effortlessly splitting the shockwave in two. He narrowed his eyes, preparing to assess his opponent.
But suddenly, his expression changed. He twisted aside as an invisible sword qi whistled past, grazing his shoulder.
His protective spiritual power had offered no resistance. Had he reacted even a fraction slower, his shoulder would have been pierced.
Heart pounding, he turned to identify the source—only for more *whooshing* sounds to erupt around him, soon merging into a relentless storm.
Alarmed, he spun on the spot. A black shield and a golden mirror shot from his body, forming layers of golden light and black mist to shield him.
Simultaneously, the giant black sword above him exploded into a cloud of dark fog, enveloping him completely.
Yet, countless invisible sword qi—imperceptible to both sight and divine sense—pierced through the fog.
Muffled *thuds* gave way to metallic screeches.
Then, high above the fog, green light swirled as a small azure mountain materialized, spinning rapidly.
With each rotation, rings of green light unfurled, transforming into countless invisible sword qi that vanished into the void.
Han Li flickered several times before appearing atop the azure mountain. Planting a foot firmly, he gazed down impassively.
The black fog, riddled with holes from the relentless sword qi, was now in tatters. The black-robed man’s hiding place was nearly gone.
But in that instant, a golden beam shot from the fog, aimed directly at the azure mountain.
Han Li’s eyebrow twitched. He stomped once.
The mountain’s rotation halted abruptly. A wave of green light surged forth, crystallizing into a translucent shield around it.
The storm of invisible sword qi ceased.
When the golden beam struck the shield, the latter wobbled slightly. The beam shuddered, half of it dissipating while the rest rebounded straight back into the fog.
A thunderous *boom* followed, accompanied by the black-robed man’s furious roar.
The black fog finally dispersed.
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