In the blink of an eye, the streak of white light transformed by Han Li and the blood cloud behind him had already chased over a hundred miles, yet the distance between them had gradually closed by over ten zhang.
While Han Li was inwardly groaning in distress, he had no idea that Wang Chan, who was controlling the blood cloud behind him, was also greatly astonished!
It was worth noting that although the Blood Evasion technique of the Blood Spirit Art dared not claim to be the fastest among the six sects, its speed definitely ranked within the top five of all the secret techniques of the various sects, far surpassing that of ordinary top-tier flying magical instruments. Yet now, despite pushing his evasion to the limit, he was temporarily unable to catch up with Han Li, who was fleeing on his small boat. This not only surprised Wang Chan but also deepened his killing intent.
Han Li knew that if he continued fleeing like this, he would undoubtedly be overtaken by his pursuer in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. He had to do something!
So, he reached into his storage pouch and pulled out a set of primary Chain Fireball Talismans. Then, pausing slightly, he recklessly threw a few behind him without a second thought before continuing his frantic escape. Immediately, thunderous explosions echoed from behind.
Han Li couldn’t help but turn his head to glance back.
He saw that the front part of the raging blood cloud seemed to have been blown apart, thinning out somewhat, and the figure of the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect faintly revealed within.
Feeling a surge of joy, Han Li was about to activate the remaining talismans when Wang Chan, within the blood cloud, suddenly raised his hand. A green light shot toward Han Li, growing larger as it approached—it was the flying fork magical instrument Wang Chan had been standing on earlier.
Left with no choice, Han Li redirected the talismans in his hand from the blood cloud toward the green fork. The explosion of twenty or thirty consecutive fireballs sent the large fork, emitting black Qi, tumbling end over end, temporarily preventing it from getting closer.
However, in the brief moment of delay, the blood cloud ahead had already restored itself to its original form, once again raging with fury.
At that moment, Wang Chan suddenly let out several sharp, piercing whistles that shot into the sky. Following these sky-rending cries, the blood cloud abruptly swelled, spreading across the sky in the blink of an eye, almost blotting out the sun.
Immediately after, the surging blood cloud increased its speed severalfold, surging forward like a raging tidal wave until it overtook the Divine Wind Boat from behind. It then rapidly spread out, instantly trapping Han Li and his magical instrument mid-air.
Startled, Han Li hurriedly halted the Divine Wind Boat to avoid crashing into the blood cloud and pulled out a pair of pitch-black, claw-like magical instruments from his storage pouch. At that moment, the eerie green fork silently attacked again from behind.
“Go!” Han Li, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, growled and threw the pair of magical instruments backward. The moment they left his hand, the claws transformed to over a zhang in size, fiercely grabbing at the oncoming green fork.
The green fork, not to be outdone, released several strands of black Qi from its tips, swiftly enveloping the giant claws layer by layer until they were nearly immobilized.
Seeing this, Han Li formed a hand seal, and the pair of giant claws suddenly emitted black rays several chi long. With a few swift motions, they shredded the black Qi surrounding them into pieces, rendering it formless.
“Not bad! Not bad! Indeed, no ordinary top-tier magical instrument. To so easily break the Yin Soul Threads of this Jade Yin Fork—it seems this trip was worth my personal intervention!” Wang Chan’s voice echoed unpredictably from outside the blood cloud. Simultaneously, the green fork emitted a mournful cry before retreating and disappearing into the blood cloud.
Han Li also recalled the pair of top-tier magical instruments, the “Black Dragon Claws,” crafted from flood dragon claws, back to his front, warily surveying his surroundings.
Now, he was completely enveloped in the blood-red shroud that blotted out the sky, with no gaps to escape. The air was thick with a nauseating bloody scent. It seemed that without using force to break open a path, there would be no escape. Thinking this, Han Li prepared to release the Black Dragon Claws again.
But before he could act, the blood cloud in front of him suddenly churned, and two blood-red monsters, each over a zhang tall, leaped out. These monsters had short horns, dragged a pointed tail, and had eyes as red as Wang Chan’s. brandishing sharp claws, they pounced toward Han Li.
“What are these?” Han Li had never seen such demons before; their appearance closely resembled the little ghosts of legend, sending a chill down his spine. Flustered, he released the Black Dragon Claws, grabbing one in each claw and easily shredding them into pieces, which dissolved back into the blood cloud.
Han Li felt somewhat relieved—they weren’t so difficult to deal with after all!
But no sooner had this thought crossed his mind than Wang Chan’s mocking voice echoed from all directions.
“Hehe! Sir, don’t relax too soon! The blood ghosts of my Blood Spirit Art are not so easily dismissed. The real show is just beginning!”
Hearing this, Han Li’s heart sank.
However, his mind was as steady as a rock, unmoved by the other’s words. Regardless, he sent his magical instruments spinning fiercely into the blood cloud. The Black Dragon Claws easily penetrated it.
Han Li felt a moment of joy, but in the blink of an eye, the pair of Black Dragon Claws became sluggish, wobbling as if on the verge of losing control. Alarmed, Han Li mustered all his strength to recall the instruments, barely managing to pull them out of the blood cloud and back to his side before they were completely lost.
“Oh? Your magical instruments aren’t easily corrupted by my spirit blood? This young master wants them even more now!”
Wang Chan first expressed mild surprise but then openly revealed his greed.
Simultaneously, the blood cloud from all directions churned and rolled, and from within, blood ghosts emerged one after another, scrambling to pounce on Han Li.
Han Li’s face remained expressionless as he wielded the Black Dragon Claws with impervious precision, slicing any blood ghost that charged at him into pieces, which then dissolved back into the blood cloud.
After destroying over a hundred blood ghosts and seeing them continuously emerging from all directions, Han Li sighed inwardly. The worst-case scenario had indeed come to pass—these monsters were endless. For every one destroyed, another emerged from the blood cloud, maintaining a constant number of around thirty.
It seemed the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect intended to exhaust him here.
Realizing this, Han Li naturally refused to continue this way.
He slapped his storage pouch and pulled out several handfuls of primary low to mid-tier talismans, totaling seventy or eighty sheets. Without hesitation, he threw them all at one section of the blood cloud. Immediately, fireballs, ice spikes, and the like flew forth in a dense barrage, followed by several fire snakes Han Li instantly conjured.
Having noted earlier that chain fireballs could slightly disperse the blood mist, Han Li now pinned his hopes on these spells to open a path for him.
“Wishful thinking!” Wang Chan snorted gloomily. He hadn’t expected Han Li to possess so many talismans. After all, aside from high-tier primary talismans, the others were of little use against Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Though arrogant, the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect dared not let his blood mist directly withstand these spells. His Blood Spirit Art had only been cultivated to the second layer and couldn’t endure such a barrage of spells. As for magical instrument attacks, he feared little due to the corrupting nature of the blood mist.
Following Wang Chan’s cry, several black skulls squeezed out from the blood cloud just before the spells arrived. They opened their mouths simultaneously, spewing black Qi that blocked the incoming spells. After a series of explosions, the blood cloud behind the skulls remained completely undisturbed, though the skulls themselves swayed slightly.
Han Li’s expression darkened as he shifted his gaze elsewhere. But before he could take any action, black skulls emerged from the blood clouds on all sides. At the same time, Wang Chan’s cold laughter reached him: “Did you think you still had a chance? Just obediently become food for the blood ghosts! I truly wish to see you torn apart and devoured—that bloody scene must be utterly exquisite. I can’t wait to witness it!”
The Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect then burst into maniacal laughter, his madness evident.
“Madman!” Han Li, while controlling the Black Dragon Claws to deal with the newly formed blood ghosts, broke out in a cold sweat, urgently thinking of a countermeasure.
By now, Han Li had taken out a mid-grade spirit stone and held it in his hand, replenishing his spiritual power. After all, continuously destroying blood ghosts was taking a toll on him, an early Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Meanwhile, Wang Chan sat cross-legged at the top of the blood mist, continuously forming hand seals to spawn one blood ghost after another, feeling exceedingly pleased.
Although this cultivator from Yellow Maple Valley wasn’t particularly skilled, the magical artifacts he carried were quite peculiar and appeared rather impressive. The thought that after this battle, his collection would gain a few more fine items filled him with a sense of smug satisfaction, even slightly easing the bloodthirsty madness in his heart.
Suddenly, a “bang” echoed from within the blood cloud, and a thick cyan-red mist emerged, instantly obscuring Han Li’s figure. The mist slowly spread, soon enveloping the blood ghosts as well, intertwining with the nearby blood cloud.
Wang Chan was initially startled but soon realized that as soon as the cyan-red mist contacted his blood cloud, it was absorbed into it, putting his mind at ease.
Although the mist was continuously absorbed by the blood cloud, it showed no signs of thinning even after a while. The thick cyan-red fog prevented the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect from clearly seeing Han Li’s actions, arousing his suspicion.
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