The green-faced, fanged demonic being flashed a fierce light in its eyes and, without a word, hurled the bronze mirror in its hand high into the air. Then, with a sudden gape of its mouth, it spat out a mass of vital essence blood, which transformed into a crimson mist and surged into the mirror.
The next moment, the bronze mirror abruptly emitted a loud hum. After a brief blur, it morphed into a ghastly face the size of a pavilion, its eyes tightly shut, floating lightly in the air amidst a radiant glow.
The green-faced demon roared, swiftly pointing a finger toward the ghostly face in the void.
The face’s eyes snapped open, filled with dazzling black light, and let out a sinister laugh that sent chills down the spine. But in the next instant, its maw gaped wide, spewing forth a torrent of black flames that instantly obscured a large swath of the sky ahead. The cyan streak of light, caught off guard, was instantly engulfed.
“Seeking death! Under my Yama’s Demon Flames, even with a supreme spiritual treasure for protection, none can last more than a moment!” The green-faced demon cackled wildly below, continuously forming hand seals to drive the ghostly face.
By now, the pitch-black demonic flames had gathered into a massive pillar, trapping the cyan streak of light within and burning fiercely.
“Is that so? If others were trapped by these flames, they might indeed struggle. But for me, breaking free is as easy as flipping my hand!”
A calm male voice emerged from within the black pillar of fire, followed by a melodious bird cry. A burst of silver light erupted, completely disregarding the black demonic flames, and in a flash, it appeared at the top of the pillar. With a *whoosh*, it transformed into a colossal silver bird dozens of feet long.
The bird’s entire body shimmered with silver radiance. As its wings spread, its silver feathers ignited, causing the surrounding void to heat up rapidly, as if inside a furnace. The entire sky was dyed a blazing red.
From afar, it seemed as though a silver sun had suddenly appeared atop the black pillar of flames.
“Not good!”
The green-faced demon’s heart clenched at the sight. It hurriedly formed another hand seal to activate another change, but it was already too late.
The silver firebird raised its head with a long cry, then abruptly lowered it, opening its beak to inhale downward.
An astonishing scene unfolded!
The massive pillar of flames below swirled and condensed into countless black threads, surging wildly into the silver bird’s mouth.
In just a few breaths, the once-enormous pillar of fire had thinned to near nothingness, revealing a figure wreathed in cyan light.
The figure stood calmly in the void, seemingly without relying on any treasures, merely enveloped in its own protective spiritual light. Yet, the remnants of the black demonic flames couldn’t penetrate it in the slightest.
The green-faced demon gasped, barely able to believe its eyes.
No one understood the power of its Yama’s Demon Flames better than itself.
For someone to withstand the flames with just their protective spiritual light—this immediately made the demon think of a Mahayana-stage existence.
Only those ancient monsters who had lived for countless millennia could possess such abilities.
“Could this person truly be one of those old monsters? And I just had to run into them! Even if not, they’re still far beyond my ability to resist!”
At this thought, the demon’s face turned deathly pale, sweat pouring down its body.
It suddenly leaped up, pointing a finger at the ghostly face above its head and roaring, “Explode!” Then, with a shake of its shoulders, its arms detached unnaturally, instantly transforming into two clouds of blood mist that enveloped its body.
At the same time, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the massive ghostly face high in the sky. With a flash of black light, it exploded, releasing a storm of fine black threads that shot out densely, forming a colossal net that descended upon the figure.
The cyan figure was none other than Han Li, who had just arrived.
“Blood Escape Technique!”
Seeing the demon’s actions, Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured. One hand shot upward, while his sleeve flicked casually toward the distance.
A golden hand phantom, spanning an acre in size, materialized above, its five fingers spreading to grasp at the net.
A series of *ripping* sounds erupted as countless black threads were torn apart by the golden fingers.
The entire net was effortlessly shredded.
Meanwhile, from Han Li’s sleeve, a golden arc of lightning shot forth with a thunderous crackle, vanishing in a flash.
The next moment, just as the demon within the blood mist was about to dart backward in a flash of crimson light, a golden lightning bolt materialized above it with eerie suddenness and struck down at an impossible speed.
The green-faced demon saw only a flash of gold before the blood mist above its head was instantly dispersed. The golden lightning mercilessly descended toward its skull.
Abandoning the Blood Escape Technique, the demon’s figure blurred as it frantically retreated, spitting out a gleaming yellow flying saber that slashed fiercely at the pursuing lightning.
A deafening *boom*!
The golden lightning vanished in a flash, but the yellow saber let out a mournful cry, dimming before plummeting downward.
With Han Li’s current cultivation, the full power of his Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning could now completely suppress demonic artifacts.
The green-faced demon, linked to the saber, paled and spat out a mouthful of blood. Yet, its body erupted in black light, transforming into a streak of light as it continued fleeing, utterly disregarding the fallen saber.
“Not bad, quite decisive! But with just this, you won’t escape my grasp.”
Han Li’s eyes gleamed faintly as he spoke impassively. He took a single step forward.
Before his foot even landed, thunder roared beneath him, and countless silver lightning arcs surged from his sole, intertwining to form a silver-white lightning array several feet wide.
The moment his foot touched the array, Han Li vanished with a thunderous roar.
The fleeing streak of light had already reached several hundred feet away.
Just as the green-faced demon in the streak exhaled in relief, a silver-white lightning array materialized in the void ahead without warning.
At the same time, Han Li stepped out from the array’s center.
“Damn it!”
The demon’s face twisted in horror. Its streak of light wavered as it tried to veer away.
But then, behind Han Li, a colossal three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form emerged with a resonant hum.
The moment it appeared, all six eyes on its three heads snapped open, and its six arms swung simultaneously.
Golden light flashed as six massive golden swords materialized in its hands, slashing toward the fleeing streak.
The six golden sword beams merged into a single golden line, crossing the demon’s path in an instant.
A bloodcurdling shriek erupted!
The green-faced demon and its protective treasures were cleaved in two mid-flight. From the severed remains, a yellow glow frantically escaped, revealing a shadowy black infant.
But before the demonic infant could flee, the six sword beams circled back, coiling around it.
With a flash of cold golden light, the demonic infant was instantly shredded into nothingness.
Han Li smiled faintly. Without any visible movement, the golden Dharma Form behind him faded silently away.
From his arrival to the demon’s desperate self-destruction and escape, it had all happened in mere moments. This mid-stage Body Integration demon monarch—whose true strength, bolstered by rare treasures, rivaled that of a late-stage Body Integration demon—had met its end against Han Li, a being who dared to challenge even Mahayana-stage existences.
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In a bizarre space shrouded in shifting five-colored radiance, four hulking, ape-like demons stood in a row, suspended in midair. Their bodies pulsed with bloody light, exuding a faint scent of gore.
Surrounding them were over a dozen green-skinned Wood Tribe members, their expressions grim as they encircled the demons.
Above them, a cold-faced woman hovered with her arms crossed, her crimson bat-like wings spread wide, their surfaces flickering with gold and silver runes.
This was Fei Xiaoxi of the Yaksha Tribe.
The Yaksha’s Body Integration-stage cultivator gazed at the four Void Refinement-stage demons with unusual gravity.
“The Bloody Corpse Boundless Devil Art! I thought this technique had long been lost in the Demon Realm, that no one would cultivate such a self-destructive, sinister art. Yet today, I witness it firsthand. It seems my personal intervention was warranted.” Fei Xiaoxi spoke coldly.
“If you know we’ve cultivated the Bloody Corpse Boundless Art, why not dismiss these weaklings? For them to face us is merely offering their essence blood as tribute,” one of the four demons retorted in a low voice.
Fei Xiaoxi sneered. “If you were at the Body Integration stage—even just early Body Integration—not only would they flee, but so would I. But mere Void Refinement cultivators, even with the Bloody Corpse Boundless Art, cannot withstand a dozen peers without flaw. Attack! Strike with all your might. The moment an opening appears, I’ll finish them.”
Though the Wood Tribe members were wary, they obeyed without hesitation.
Some raised their hands, unleashing countless green streaks, while others spat thick emerald vapors that twisted into ropes, lashing toward the four demons.
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