The man in the green robe was naturally none other than Han Li, who had boldly infiltrated the hall. However, his face was now obscured by a veil of green light, and his figure had slightly altered from before. With a single motion, he unleashed dozens of sword threads formed from his Emerald Swarm Swords.
Though these sword threads appeared delicate, each was a condensed and refined manifestation of sword light, their sharpness terrifying to behold. Ordinary treasures would be utterly incapable of withstanding them.
Yet the demonic cultivator of the Azurewing Clan, assigned to guard the core disciples here, was no ordinary figure. His abilities were exceptional even among his peers. Enraged, he let out a roar and spat out a gust of azure wind from his mouth. Then, his hands emerged from his sleeves, reaching out to claw at the net of sword threads.
At the moment his seemingly ordinary hands struck, a yellow glow condensed in his palms, faintly materializing into the illusory forms of a flood dragon and a tiger. With astonishing momentum, they lunged upward, attempting to tear the sword net apart through sheer brute force.
Han Li observed this without a change in expression, calmly raising a finger to point at the sky.
A muffled *pfft* sounded.
The sword light within the green net surged, each thread blurring and transforming into streaks of azure sword light. Like a torrential downpour, they rained down from above.
The illusory flood dragon and tiger had only enough time to emit a mournful cry before being riddled with countless sword lights, their forms dissipating into nothingness in midair.
The remaining hundreds of sword lights continued their relentless descent toward the demonic man.
The demonic man’s face twisted in alarm as the surrounding wind abruptly swirled, engulfing his figure.
In the next instant, the dense barrage of sword lights flashed past, piercing through the wind.
When the gale was forcibly dispersed by the sword lights, the demonic man had vanished from his original position.
Han Li’s eyes flickered as one of his hands turned pitch-black. Suddenly, he swung it backward, striking the empty air beside him.
An invisible force erupted from his palm, accompanied by a deafening explosion.
From the seemingly vacant space, a gray light emerged, and a figure stumbled out, thrown backward.
It was the demonic man, who had used a secret technique to conceal himself nearby, intending to ambush Han Li.
“Impossible! My Demon Wind Escape has been perfected—how could you detect me so easily?” The demonic man flew back over a dozen feet before barely steadying himself at the center of the hall. His gaze toward Han Li was a mix of shock and fury, his face filled with disbelief.
Han Li merely regarded him coolly, offering no response.
“Fine, fine! It seems I have no choice but to stake my life on this,” the demonic man said coldly, seeing Han Li’s indifference.
Hearing this, Han Li curled his lips slightly and flicked his sleeve, releasing a ball of silver flames.
Strangely, the flames did not fly toward the man but instead shot toward another corner of the hall.
Mid-flight, the silver flames spun and transformed into a silver firebird, initially only a foot long but expanding to ten feet as it spread its wings.
With a thunderous *boom*, the silver flames exploded, engulfing the corner in a sea of fire.
At that moment, a cold snort echoed from the corner.
A burst of green light erupted within the silver flames, swelling into the illusory form of a three-headed green serpent, dozens of feet long.
As soon as the serpent appeared, its three heads simultaneously puffed up and spewed forth gusts of green, yellow, and blue frigid air, forcing the silver flames back momentarily.
Seizing the opportunity, a figure shot out from the flames in a flash of green light, appearing beside the demonic man in an instant.
It was a woman in her thirties, clad in an emerald-green gown. Her appearance was average, her skin slightly dark, and perched on her shoulder was a three-headed green snake about a foot long, hissing and swaying its heads.
The massive serpent illusion from earlier had been conjured by this very snake.
“Elder Qing, you’ve arrived,” the demonic man said, visibly relieved at the sight of the woman.
“Yes. This man’s abilities are unfathomable. I attempted to conceal myself and approach, but he still detected me,” the green-gowned woman replied darkly, her gaze fixed on Han Li.
“He must have accomplices. We must break free and head to the Spirit Repository to assist. I’ll hold him off while you go ahead!” the demonic man said after a brief consideration.
“Your Demon Wind Escape surpasses my movement techniques. It’s better for me to delay him while you go,” the woman countered, shaking her head. Without hesitation, she raised a hand and spat out a streak of silver light.
The silver flash severed half a finger from her palm. Though the bone and flesh were visible, not a drop of blood spilled.
The lethargic green snake on her shoulder suddenly perked up, its tail flicking as it darted forward. Its central head snapped open, swallowing the severed finger whole.
The woman then began chanting, spitting out several wisps of pale-purple essence that enveloped the snake.
Under the combined influence of the essence and her incantations, the snake’s body swelled rapidly, transforming into a monstrous creature over thirty feet long. Its scales gleamed with a green sheen, and each of its three heads sprouted a horn—green, yellow, and blue respectively.
The sight was utterly terrifying!
The demonic man hesitated briefly before nodding decisively. With a flick of his wrist, he released a crimson ring into the air.
The ring spun, emitting a beam of white light that materialized into a snow-white demonic bird resembling a giant eagle, but with an additional emerald-green eye on its forehead.
Both the three-headed serpent and the white demonic bird exuded auras no weaker than the demonic woman and man, their powers seemingly complementary. Together, the four could rival the combined strength of four demonic overlords.
Facing this, Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, not daring to underestimate them. With a wave of his sleeve, a yellow shadow darted out, morphing into a foot-long beast—his leopard-like spirit beast, now at the Body Integration stage.
Simultaneously, demonic energy surged around Han Li as a glossy black demonic armor materialized on his body. He reached into the air, summoning a small black mountain that appeared silently in his grasp.
Meanwhile, from the silver flames still burning in the corner, a clear cry rang out.
The flames condensed once more into a silver firebird, which flew back to circle above Han Li’s head, bobbing up and down.
“Attack!”
Hearing distant explosions and sensing tremors from the same direction, the green-gowned woman wasted no time, launching her assault first.
With a flick of her hand, a hundred and eight emerald-green needles shot forth, each several inches long, thin as ox hair, and exuding a faintly noxious odor.
The three-headed serpent before her swung its heads, spewing forth a torrent of frigid air far more potent than before, so cold it seemed to freeze the very void. Within the icy gusts, faint tricolored runes flickered.
The demonic man, however, did not engage Han Li directly. Instead, he and the white demonic bird transformed into two white cyclones, streaking toward a side door of the hall.
“Stop him!” Han Li commanded the leopard beast.
Without hesitation, he hurled the black mountain forward, where it expanded into a towering peak over thirty feet high, blocking the incoming needles. The needles struck the mountain, erupting in bursts of green light and a cacophony of impacts, yet the mountain remained immovable.
At the same time, the silver firebird met the frigid air with a spray of silver flames, forcing the tricolored cold back.
Meanwhile, the leopard beast, obeying Han Li’s order, shot forth as a golden streak. In midair, it split into two before vanishing into the void.
The next moment, just as the demonic man reached the doorway, space rippled before him. Two ten-foot golden figures materialized, unleashing a storm of golden claw strikes with a hissing sound, aimed at both him and the white bird.
Sensing the power behind the attacks, the demonic man dared not press forward. He halted his cyclone and produced a white feathered fan, sweeping it fiercely forward.
A gale erupted, twisting into a gray wind dragon that lunged forth with claws bared.
The white bird let out a strange cry, its wings beating to release a barrage of foot-long white wind blades.
Deafening clashes erupted as gray shadows, white light, and golden radiance collided, locked in a stalemate.
No matter how the demonic man tried to use his wind escape techniques or the bird’s cover to slip away, the leopard beast’s elusive movements thwarted him at every turn.
While the demonic man and bird might have held the upper hand in raw power, the leopard beast’s superior movement techniques kept them entangled.
As for Han Li, facing the green-gowned woman and the three-headed serpent alone was as effortless as eating a meal. He effortlessly deflected their frenzied attacks.
Had he not been wary of potential complications from killing them, eliminating the woman and the serpent would have required little effort.
As the two demonic overlords raged, time slipped away, yet they remained trapped in the hall.
Just as Han Li was wondering if the robed maiden had succeeded, a voice filled with elation echoed in his ear: “Brother Han, we can leave. I’ve succeeded.”
Hearing this, Han Li’s face lit up with joy, and he let out a hearty laugh.
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