“A single Yin Corpse Thunder cannot break the remaining restrictions of this formation now.” Daoist Sanquan frowned and reminded.
“Naturally, I know that. Fellow Daoist, take a look!” Huang Yuanzi flipped his hand, revealing three thumb-sized gray-white orbs covered in fine blood vessels, appearing extremely eerie.
“Three Yin Corpse Thunders! Fellow Daoist has truly invested heavily for this venture.” Daoist Sanquan was initially startled but soon showed a satisfied expression.
“Let’s act quickly. Since Bumie has broken the opponent’s secret technique, they might arrive soon.” Huang Yuanzi decisively urged.
“Rest assured, with these three Yin Corpse Thunders, breaking the remaining restrictions will be instantaneous.” Daoist Sanquan laughed heartily in response.
He then opened his mouth and spat out three differently colored tokens, pointing at them with a single hand. The tokens immediately blurred and swelled in the wind, each growing to a height of several meters.
The Daoist formed a hand seal, and behind him, three massive serpent heads opened their mouths simultaneously, spewing forth three beams of colored light that vanished into the tokens. The tokens buzzed loudly, countless runes emerging from them before swirling and condensing into hundreds of foot-long banners, each shimmering with radiant light and faint traces of law power.
Standing atop the archway, Huang Yuanzi watched this scene, his pupils contracting slightly. One of the three gray-white orbs in his palm trembled and shot forward.
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Elsewhere in the void, Han Li observed the green crystal sphere before him, now riddled with cracks. The black third eye between his brows had vanished, replaced by a cold expression.
“To detect my presence from such a distance is indeed beyond ordinary Mahayana cultivators. However, judging from that single strike, their cultivation is far inferior to the likes of the Mother of the Rakshasa Spider Clan. I wonder if they possess any other secret techniques or divine abilities.”
Han Li murmured to himself before flipping his hand to reveal a pale golden talisman. With a flick, it transformed into a golden streak and vanished into the void. He remained still, seemingly waiting for something.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a ripple appeared before him, followed by a “poof” as a golden flame materialized and blazed fiercely. A surprised female voice emerged from within: “Brother Han, is that you? How are you nearby?”
“Fairy Yan, it’s you. Why do you have this communication talisman? I remember giving it to Yuan Yao when I left.” Han Li’s expression flickered with surprise as he spoke slowly.
“Brother Han, it really is you! Leave quickly! My master is undergoing a heavenly tribulation, and three Mahayana enemies are attacking the valley’s formation. If you get involved, your life will be in grave danger. As for this talisman, Yuan Yao entrusted it to me. She’s currently assisting our master and cannot attend to anything else.” Yan Li’s voice was initially joyful but quickly turned frantic as she urgently warned Han Li.
“So it’s Fellow Daoist Qing Yuanzi undergoing the tribulation. In that case, I must…” Han Li smiled faintly and began to explain.
Before he could finish, three earth-shattering explosions erupted near the distant valley. Three gray-white suns, each a thousand feet in diameter, rose from the ground, their gray light surging outward like colossal waves. Around the suns, countless massive banners flickered into existence, spewing dense threads of light that pierced through monstrous ghostly figures, reducing them to ashes. The previously impenetrable sea of bloody mist vanished in an instant.
“Impossible! The first Heavenly Slaughter Formation was broken so quickly. They…” Yan Li’s voice trembled with terror as the golden flame flickered violently before exploding, cutting off her words abruptly.
Han Li frowned at this development, glanced toward the valley, and without hesitation, formed a hand seal. A green light enveloped him as he shot into the sky like a rainbow.
With a series of sonic booms, the green streak traversed dozens of miles in moments, arriving near the valley. As the light dissipated, Han Li stood steadily in the air, surveying the scene below.
The three gray suns had already dissipated, their scorching waves of energy fading. Huang Yuanzi and the other two Mahayana cultivators now hovered above the archway, scrutinizing him.
“Who are you? Are you here for Qing Yuanzi?” Huang Yuanzi’s eyes gleamed as he spoke.
“Qing Yuanzi? Heh, so the three of you are his enemies, here to disrupt his tribulation?” Han Li avoided answering directly, instead smiling faintly.
“Hmph, what if we are? From your tone, are you truly an ally Qing Yuanzi summoned?” Huang Yuanzi’s expression darkened.
“I didn’t come here specifically for him, but I do share some camaraderie with Fellow Daoist Qing Yuanzi. Since I’m here, I might as well lend a hand. I hope the three of you will consider my face and withdraw today.” Han Li replied calmly.
“Consider your face? Who do you think you are? And who do you think we are? I have a blood feud with Qing Yuanzi. Anyone who interferes today will die!” Huang Yuanzi’s eyes flashed with murderous intent.
“Whatever grudge you hold against Qing Yuanzi is none of my concern. But if you insist on continuing, I’ll have to intervene.” Han Li remained composed.
“Fine! Let’s see how you alone can handle the three of us. A final warning: leave now, and you’ll remain unharmed. Otherwise, don’t regret your demise.” Huang Yuanzi’s face twisted with malice.
“Whether I can handle you three will be determined in battle. If you have the power to kill me, so be it.” Han Li shrugged nonchalantly.
“Then die!” Huang Yuanzi snarled, his muscles twitching.
Almost simultaneously, a thunderous roar erupted behind Han Li. A pitch-black fist materialized and struck at his back with lightning speed, arriving within inches in an instant.
Han Li didn’t flinch, not even turning his head. His arm blurred as a golden palm deflected the black fist at an impossible angle.
A deafening explosion resounded as golden and black lights erupted, distorting the surrounding space. Han Li stood unmoved, while a towering figure staggered back over a dozen steps before steadying itself, glaring at Han Li in shock and fury.
It was the giant, Bumie Tianzun.
At the same time, the figure of Bumie Tianzun standing beside Huang Yuanzi below shattered into black motes and vanished. It turned out to be a puppet double—the real Bumie had hidden himself earlier to ambush Han Li.
Huang Yuanzi and the others were stunned. Bumie Tianzun was renowned for his immense physical strength, yet he had been overpowered in a direct clash. This defied all expectations.
Huang Yuanzi’s gaze darkened further, but he barked, “Attack!” Countless yellow threads shot from his body toward Han Li.
Meanwhile, Daoist Sanquan silently formed a hand seal. Above his head, three serpent heads of different colors emerged before vanishing into smoke. Moments later, three colossal serpent heads appeared above Han Li, their gaping maws dripping with venom as they lunged downward.
Seemingly coordinated, the giant Bumie Tianzun’s body swelled to mountainous proportions. With a vicious grin, he raised a massive foot—black as polished steel and covered in golden runes—and stomped toward Han Li, unleashing a devastating force.
Having failed their ambush, the three Mahayana cultivators launched a simultaneous assault, aiming to cripple Han Li in one strike.
Han Li sighed softly. With a wave of his hand, a gray barrier materialized before him. Without any visible incantation, a golden, three-headed, six-armed giant apparition appeared behind him, swelling to dozens of meters tall. Its six arms blurred into countless fist shadows, intercepting the colossal foot and serpent heads.
The yellow threads struck the gray barrier first, producing a muffled drumming sound. Despite their sharpness, they penetrated only a few inches before halting abruptly.
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