“You are indeed no ordinary Unity cultivator, to be able to teleport the two of us here out of thin air. This ability to directly create a teleportation array is truly rare! But by bringing us here, do you truly intend to fight two against one?” The robed elder stared at the colossal Dharma Form behind Han Li, his eyes flickering with a trace of gravity as he questioned.
“Since neither of you are here in your true forms, what’s wrong with fighting two against one?” Han Li chuckled lightly, his tone casual.
“Words are easy to say, but as the price for such arrogance, you shall leave your life with me!” The robed elder, enraged to the point of laughter, formed a single-handed seal. A crimson light shot into the sky behind him, and in a blur, it transformed into a blood-red insect shadow over ten zhang long.
The insect shadow was not only crimson all over but also grotesquely plump, resembling a giant silkworm—except for the enormous, fang-filled maw that suddenly appeared on its head, making it look utterly terrifying from afar!
With a *boom*, the insect shadow opened its maw wide the moment it appeared, spewing forth a streak of blood-red light.
As the light left its maw, it blurred and split apart, transforming into countless blood-red threads that surged toward Han Li.
“Well met!”
Han Li’s smile vanished as he let out a low shout. The six arms of his Dharma Form moved instantly.
The sound of tearing air erupted as countless golden fist shadows materialized before him, turning into golden orbs that met the dense barrage of blood threads head-on.
A continuous series of *boom* sounds echoed.
The moment the golden fist shadows touched the blood threads, they exploded into golden light. Rolling waves of force swept outward, forcibly blocking the threads.
Seeing this, the robed elder snorted coldly. His hands formed seals rapidly, and his fingers pointed at the blood threads.
An astonishing sight unfolded!
The dense blood threads suddenly writhed and twisted as if alive, trembling once before vanishing into the void.
In the next instant, the space before Han Li rippled, and countless blood threads shot out with a *hiss*, raining down on him like a storm.
Han Li’s expression shifted slightly. Without moving his feet, his body slid backward several zhang. The green sword lotus beneath him spun rapidly, its petals transforming into layers of green light that shielded him.
The blood threads, upon striking the green sword barrier, were instantly shredded into fragments by the sword light amidst flashes of green radiance.
Not a single thread pierced through the barrier—all dissolved into bloody mist, dissipating into the air.
The stench of blood instantly filled half the sky!
Strangely, the robed elder, witnessing his attack fail, showed no disappointment. Instead, the corners of his lips curled into a faint, eerie smile.
At that moment, Han Li seemed to sense something. His gaze swept toward the winged woman on the other side.
A flash of blue light in his eyes, and his expression darkened as if he had discovered something. His vast spiritual sense swept outward, and one of his arms suddenly thickened with a *crack*, swinging backward in a lightning-fast punch.
*Boom!*
The fist instantly turned golden, as if forged from pure gold. As the punch landed, faint thunderclaps echoed.
Simultaneously, the space where the golden fist struck rippled imperceptibly, and a translucent, winged figure emerged ghostlike from the disturbance.
The golden fist flashed past, aiming straight for the figure’s head with no intention of holding back.
It almost seemed as though the eerie figure had willingly placed itself in the path of the punch.
The figure, seeing this, showed a flicker of surprise on its pale face. But with a slight twist of its body, it blurred and vanished.
A gust of wind swept by, and the golden fist passed through where the figure’s head had been—hitting nothing but empty air.
The already blurred figure shattered like a bubble, dispersing completely.
“Escaped!”
Han Li turned around swiftly, his gaze sweeping over another patch of void nearby. His brows arched slightly as he muttered.
At that moment, the space rippled, and the winged figure reappeared, its cold eyes locking onto Han Li.
It was the same winged demon woman.
Yet, near the robed elder, another identical winged woman hovered motionlessly.
Their faces, expressions, and attire were indistinguishable.
“Among Unity cultivators, I’ve never seen anyone who could refine illusion and concealment techniques to this level. If not for my spirit eyes and strong spiritual sense, I might have truly believed you never left your original position,” Han Li remarked coolly. As he spoke, he suddenly pointed a finger at the winged woman beside the robed elder.
A thunderclap sounded!
A golden lightning arc shot from his fingertip, flashing toward the winged woman and striking down.
*Poof!*
The woman near the robed elder shattered into specks of white light the moment the lightning touched her—revealing her to be nothing more than an illusion.
The robed elder and the real winged woman both stiffened slightly at this.
But the demon woman soon spoke, her voice icy:
“Even if you dodged this attack, what about the next one? Or the one after?”
“Oh? Do you plan to use the same trick again? Do you think it will work on me a second time?” Han Li paused briefly before chuckling.
“Indeed, the same trick. Brace yourself.”
A murderous aura flashed across the demon woman’s jade-like face as her wings flapped violently, her body blurring and vanishing once more.
In the next instant, space rippled beside Han Li, and her figure reappeared. Her hands transformed into a pair of black claws, slashing toward him.
Han Li flicked his sleeve without hesitation. A green sword light shot forth, slicing the winged woman in two. But before the “corpse” could even fall, it blurred and vanished—another illusion.
Meanwhile, space rippled elsewhere, and the winged woman emerged again, her claws unleashing a barrage of black streaks toward Han Li.
Han Li tilted his head slightly, then opened his mouth abruptly.
A thunderclap sounded as a golden lightning arc shot out, piercing through the winged woman—yet again, it was not her true body.
At the same time, a shadow flickered above Han Li’s head as the winged woman materialized once more, her wings shaking as countless black streaks rained down.
Thus, the winged woman darted around Han Li with unbelievable speed, appearing and disappearing at will, launching relentless attacks while remaining as untouchable as a ghost.
“Interesting. Attacking and then instantly teleporting away, leaving only an illusion to confuse the enemy. This technique is indeed fascinating—only someone who has refined illusions to the level of blurring reality and falsehood could deceive an opponent so. But such tricks are useless against me.” Han Li’s eyes gleamed with blue light as he spoke with interest. Behind him, the Dharma Form’s six arms moved, each wielding a golden greatsword that slashed in all directions, blocking every attack.
The winged woman paid no heed, her figure flickering in and out around Han Li with increasing speed, her attacks growing fiercer—as if seven or eight people were assaulting him at once.
Yet Han Li stood firm amidst the onslaught. After weathering several waves of attacks, he suddenly smirked, flipping his palm. A black light flashed as a miniature black mountain appeared in his hand.
But before he could activate the mountain, his expression changed. A series of *crackling* sounds erupted from his body as countless golden arcs surged forth, forming a golden lightning robe that enveloped him.
At the same time, the faint blood mist lingering in the air suddenly condensed, reforming into blood threads that shot toward Han Li like venomous snakes.
Had Han Li not noticed in time, he might have fallen victim to this sneak attack.
Now, with a surge of his mana, the golden lightning robe expanded, colliding with the blood threads.
*Sizzling* sounds filled the air as the golden robe flickered wildly. The blood threads, upon contact, burst apart with muffled explosions.
Clouds of bloody mist spread, engulfing Han Li.
The mist thickened rapidly, countless crimson runes flickering within.
The robed elder, standing afar, ceased his secret hand seals and roared triumphantly:
“Fairy Ling, now is the time to unleash that technique!”
“Hmph, I don’t need you to tell me that,” came the icy reply.
Near the bloody mist, figures flickered—seven identical winged women appeared simultaneously.
These seven demon women, whether real or illusory, each clasped their hands, summoning black-red demon banners. With a toss, the banners flew into the air above the mist.
Each banner was about a zhang long, inscribed with a crimson demonic array. As they soared, they transformed into seven black-red orbs, swirling ominously.
The seven women chanted incantations, their fingers forming seals as they pointed at the banners.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*—seven muffled explosions sounded.
The banners vanished above the mist, replaced by seven black-red arrays hovering eerily in the air.
At the center of each array, crimson demonic flames flickered ominously.
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