However, at this moment, most of his mana had been depleted, and his combat power had dropped to its lowest point. Without hesitation, despite still being on the battlefield, he raised his hand and released a faint yellow cushion, sitting cross-legged upon it.
Han Li formed a hand seal with both hands, closed his eyes, and began meditating to regulate his breathing.
The pills he had just taken had saved him from the danger of backlash and bodily explosion, but in such haste, it was impossible for him to fully refine and absorb them. As a result, an extremely terrifying amount of medicinal energy had accumulated within his body.
If he didn’t forcefully suppress it immediately, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fortunately, the protective formation around him and the reappearance of the Leopard-Qilin Beast by his side to guard him temporarily alleviated any concerns about unexpected disturbances.
After a short while, a layer of golden radiance emerged around Han Li’s body, swirling slowly. Enveloped within this glow, Han Li resembled an unmoving golden war god.
Suddenly, his hand seals changed, and his fingers flicked rapidly over his chest like a spinning wheel.
With a sharp whistling sound, over a dozen slender silver threads flashed and vanished—these were silver needles as fine as hair, which he had cast into his body using a secret technique to lock critical points in his meridians.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve, over a dozen talismans of various colors shot out, circling once before darting toward Han Li’s body.
*Puff! Puff!*
The talismans burst into clusters of fiery light, transforming into fist-sized illusory runes that vanished into his body in a flash.
Han Li let out a muffled groan as a faint golden glow swept across his face. His aura surged slightly before stabilizing again.
After another moment, he exhaled softly and finally opened his eyes.
“At least it’s temporarily suppressed. I wonder how things are going on the other side. I hope those two haven’t run into any trouble,” Han Li murmured as he stood up, stowing away the cushion.
His gaze flickered as he glanced in a certain direction.
If he wasn’t mistaken, Zen Master Jinyue and the silver-haired elder should still be locked in fierce combat with the Blood Light Saint Ancestor’s avatar.
Just as Han Li was about to take further action, the space around him suddenly trembled violently, followed by an earth-shattering explosion!
The sky and the surrounding light barrier shattered into fragments—the entire spatial formation had been forcibly destroyed by an overwhelming force.
Thirty-six male cultivators staggered out of the void, some vomiting blood, others with limbs exploding on their own. The formation tools they had been using disintegrated under the backlash.
Han Li’s expression darkened slightly as he focused his gaze on a suddenly revealed area nearby.
There, a massive, translucent blood-red skeleton roared as it rampaged.
The colossal skeleton stood over a hundred zhang tall, with three heads and six arms, each wielding a pitch-black rod-like weapon.
As the six demonic weapons swung, they stirred up waves of demonic wind, within which countless blades and spears faintly surged.
Atop the skeleton’s massive skull stood the blood-robed youth, one hand forming a seal while the other held a large black seal. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were channeling all his strength into controlling the skeleton beneath him.
Opposite him, the silver-haired elder and Zen Master Jinyue appeared utterly disheveled.
One had his golden kasaya torn to shreds, with a terrifying blood-red palm print on his chest—half a foot deep, as if half his ribs had been pulverized, yet not a single drop of blood had spilled.
The other had his hair disheveled, his face deathly pale, and the seven-colored feather fan in his hand had dimmed to an extreme degree.
Both had several treasures circling around them, forming layers of protective barriers, but under the assault of the demonic wind, these barriers flickered precariously, on the verge of collapse.
The blood-red skeleton possessed such terrifying power that it had clearly shattered the spatial restriction with brute force.
Han Li’s gaze darkened slightly as he took in the scene.
The strength of this final Blood Light Saint Ancestor avatar seemed far greater than he had anticipated.
Yet his face remained expressionless, save for a slight movement of one hand within his sleeve.
A faint spiritual light flickered as his fingers closed around an object.
With the restriction gone, the three figures still locked in battle also noticed Han Li’s presence.
Their reactions varied greatly.
The silver-haired elder and Zen Master Jinyue were overjoyed, while the blood-robed youth’s expression turned uncertain.
After all, only a short time had passed since they had separated from Han Li and the demonic giant. Yet now, Han Li stood unharmed, while the demonic giant had vanished without a trace.
The blood-robed youth knew full well the demonic giant’s strength—even his true form wouldn’t have been confident in killing him. Naturally, he refused to believe Han Li could have eliminated the giant in such a short time. His eyes darted around suspiciously.
“Fellow Daoist Han, lend us your strength! Let us join forces against this fiend! Huh? Your aura… it’s weakened so much? No—!”
Before the silver-haired elder could finish, the blood-robed youth, after scanning Han Li’s vicinity several times with his divine sense and failing to detect the demonic giant’s presence, abruptly redirected the skeleton’s weapons toward Han Li.
A howling demonic wind surged forth, carrying within it countless illusory blades, spears, and other demonic weapons.
Clearly, the Saint Ancestor’s avatar had also noticed Han Li’s weakened state and, seizing the opportunity, launched a vicious attack without hesitation.
Given the overwhelming force of this assault, Han Li would have struggled to withstand it in his current condition.
Yet his face remained utterly calm as he lightly tossed an object from his sleeve.
With an eerie wail, a pitch-black ring flew out, releasing countless golden flowers.
These flowers swirled mid-air, rapidly expanding into fist-sized golden beetles—over ten thousand of them. Each one gleamed brilliantly, their forms grotesquely fierce—mature Gold Devouring Beetles.
Though Han Li’s physical and mana reserves were severely depleted, his divine sense remained undiminished, allowing him to control the beetles with ease.
At his command, the beetles let out a collective hum, forming a golden cloud that shielded him.
Then, with a point of his finger, the golden cloud condensed into a massive, radiant golden shield.
The demonic wind, laden with countless weapons, crashed into the shield with a thunderous roar.
Despite the deafening explosions, the shield held firm, effortlessly repelling the seemingly unstoppable demonic wind.
The blood-robed youth’s expression flickered with surprise, but before he could react, Han Li let out a low shout and pointed toward him, uttering a single word: “Go!”
*Bang!*
The golden shield disintegrated, and the swarm of beetles shot forth like a golden tidal wave, reaching the blood-red skeleton in mere moments.
“Damn it—Gold Devouring Beetles!”
The blood-robed youth’s face paled as he recognized the swarm.
The skeleton frantically swung its weapons before hurling them at the approaching cloud, transforming them into six black pythons that lunged at the golden mass.
Meanwhile, the blood-robed youth stomped on the skeleton’s head, summoning a bloody gale that swept both him and the skeleton away at incredible speed.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
The six black pythons vanished into the golden swarm without a trace.
The beetles then coalesced into a gigantic golden eagle, its wings spreading as it transformed into a beam of golden light, chasing after the fleeing blood gale with astonishing speed.
The silver-haired elder and Zen Master Jinyue watched in shock, then delight.
“Now’s the time—use that item!” the elder roared.
“This monk concurs,” Jinyue replied coldly, his eyes flashing with resolve.
Exchanging a glance, they each produced half of a tattered, yellowed brocade cloth covered in grimy runes.
Despite its shabby appearance, they treated it with utmost reverence.
Chanting in unison, they hurled the cloth fragments toward the fleeing blood-robed youth.
Two gray lights soared into the sky, merging mid-air into a hazy Tai Chi diagram before vanishing.
The sky darkened as black clouds gathered. A thunderclap echoed as the clouds parted, revealing a Tai Chi shadow the size of a small city descending upon the battlefield, covering an area of a thousand acres.
Every demon within its range, including the fleeing blood-robed youth, felt their bodies grow heavy, their movements sluggish.
While this restriction barely affected high-ranking demons, the blood-robed youth, despite his initial panic, found his speed unaffected as the bloody gale carried him away.
But then, the silver-haired elder and Zen Master Jinyue raised their hands toward the sky, chanting in unison.
Deep, resonant incantations reverberated across the battlefield.
The massive Tai Chi shadow suddenly contracted, focusing entirely on the blood-robed youth and shrinking to the size of a single acre.
Countless five-colored runes surged forth, and the shadow blazed with blinding light, as if transforming into pure radiance.
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