The Divine Wind Boat was incredibly fast, and driven by Han Li’s late Foundation Establishment cultivation, it shot forward like an arrow from a bow, almost slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. In no time, it arrived before the nameless island.
When Han Li saw the reef he had stayed on not long ago, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and was about to look back when a spine-chilling sensation suddenly surged from behind!
Shocked and horrified, Han Li instinctively stomped a foot on the Divine Wind Boat. Instantly, both he and the magical tool veered sharply to one side, darting away over a dozen zhang from their original position.
Almost simultaneously, a deep yellow streak shot through the spot where Han Li had just been standing. After flying another twenty or thirty zhang forward, the yellow light faded, revealing a figure.
Han Li wiped away the clammy cold sweat and looked at the person, forcing a bitter smile.
The man before him had disheveled hair—it was none other than Elder Gu from the Six United Palace!
At that moment, he stood on a circular, earthy-yellow magical treasure, staring at Han Li without a word, his gaze icy cold, as if Han Li were already a dead man in his eyes.
About ten zhang below and behind this deadly foe was precisely the location where Han Li had set up his formation, sending a chill straight to Han Li’s heart.
However, Han Li knew full well that any words of questioning or begging for mercy would be futile now. The only option was to fight this Core Formation “senior” and see if there was any chance to trap him using the formation’s power.
With this thought, Han Li steeled his heart. At his command, Qu Hun’s figure blurred as he positioned himself in front of Han Li. At the same time, faint blood-red light emanated from his body, enveloping him in a bloody aura tinged with a metallic scent. Meanwhile, Han Li’s hands glowed as two magical tools appeared in his grasp.
Seeing Han Li and Qu Hun assume a defensive stance, Elder Gu’s eyes flashed with cold light. The circular treasure beneath his feet let out a long hum as a brilliant yellow radiance burst forth, encasing him like armor within the yellow light.
Then, Elder Gu suddenly spread his hands, which immediately transformed into crescent-shaped blades the size of palms. They surged silently toward Han Li and Qu Hun.
Though startled, Han Li felt a wave of relief. Unlike Lei Wanhe’s speed-based magical treasure, this opponent’s weapon wasn’t focused on velocity—giving Han Li a sliver of hope for survival.
Summoning his resolve, Han Li raised both hands. From one hand flew an enlarging turtle-shell magical tool, while the other suddenly produced a gleaming small mirror. A vast expanse of cyan light shot from the mirror’s surface, heading straight for the oncoming wave of blades.
A series of “puff-puff” sounds rang out as the leading blades, struck by the cyan light, immediately slowed and grew sluggish. However, as more crescent blades surged into the cyan light, it was quickly torn to shreds, dissolving into scattered points of starlight.
At the same time, the mirror in Han Li’s hand cracked in two with a “snap,” completely destroyed.
Tossing the broken mirror aside without a hint of regret, Han Li slapped his storage pouch without even looking. Two black beams and five white beams shot out one after another, hovering briefly above his head before neatly charging forward.
But Han Li wasn’t done yet. Seven or eight more white flashes appeared at his sides as an equal number of puppet soldier beasts materialized on either flank, bows drawn and arrows nocked, poised to strike.
By then, the wave of blades had already struck the massive turtle shell. Almost upon contact, countless deep gashes appeared on the tool’s surface. After holding out for just a moment, it let out a mournful cry before being sliced into countless fragments.
Bought this brief moment, Han Li’s seven or eight top-grade magical tools flew ahead of Qu Hun, spinning and weaving to form an interwoven curtain of black and white blades.
Naturally, even these top-grade tools couldn’t withstand the momentum of the slowed blades. The Black Dragon Claws and the five white flying blades flickered a few times before scattering like fireflies.
Now unimpeded, the crescent blades mercilessly shot toward Qu Hun, who had remained motionless in front of Han Li since the fight began.
“Hiya!” Qu Hun suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar as the blood-red light around his body detached, transforming in an instant into a massive crimson light python that lunged forward, claws bared.
Instantly, the red light clashed and intertwined with the blades, while the puppet soldiers’ arrows joined the crimson python’s assault, creating a temporary stalemate.
This turn of events delighted Han Li, while Elder Gu across from him showed a flicker of surprise.
But then, the pursuing Core Formation cultivator snorted disdainfully. With a shake, the yellow light around him flared brilliantly, and he raised both hands once more.
At this sight, Han Li’s heart sank. Blocking this wave of attacks had already exhausted his magical tools. If the opponent launched another such fierce assault, he would be doomed with nowhere to bury his remains.
Just as Han Li trembled with fear, whether by heaven’s mercy or not, the smirking Core Formation cultivator’s expression suddenly changed. An abnormal flush rose to his cheeks before fading into an unusual pallor. The yellow light around him dimmed abruptly, and his body shuddered as he doubled over in pain.
Elder Gu was both shocked and furious! He knew all too well that this was due to his previously severe depletion of vitality essence. Without timely rest and recovery, he had recklessly expended his true essence. Still, given just a moment, he could suppress the injury again and eliminate Han Li as easily as turning his hand.
But Han Li was overjoyed! Seizing this opportunity, he grabbed Qu Hun without a second thought. Ignoring the seven or eight puppets and the stalemated crimson python, he shot like lightning toward the nameless island below, swooping down diagonally right under his bent-over opponent.
Elder Gu was both humiliated and enraged! If Han Li truly managed to escape right under his nose, it would be a colossal joke. In his frustration, he no longer cared how much worse his injuries might become. Gritting his teeth, he forcefully channeled all his spiritual power, suppressing the discomfort, and without the slightest hesitation, turned and shot toward Han Li in a dazzling yellow streak.
A distance of several dozen zhang was nothing to Han Li at full speed. Almost the moment he stepped into the formation’s range, the yellow streak closed in on him, entering the formation almost simultaneously.
Elder Gu was secretly pleased at the thought of finishing off both of them with one strike when suddenly his vision blurred, and the scenery transformed drastically. This was no small island—instead, an endless expanse of blue waves surrounded him on all sides, while immense pressure bore down on him from every direction.
“A formation?” Elder Gu’s expression turned grave.
Though somewhat surprised by the sudden appearance of a formation, he wasn’t particularly alarmed. Judging by the fluctuations of the formation’s energy nearby, it didn’t seem like any remarkable great formation. He was confident he could break it with ease.
With that thought, Elder Gu’s face hardened, and the yellow light around him grew dazzlingly bright.
As the creator of the “Azure Water Armor Formation,” Han Li’s experience was entirely different from that of the Core Formation “senior” behind him. After a few flashes of his magical tool, he easily exited the great formation.
Initially planning to flee immediately, he glanced back, his expression darkening.
He saw Elder Gu transforming into a lightning-like yellow streak within the formation, furiously attacking the formation’s restrictions like thunder and lightning, appearing as though he would break free at any moment. Han Li’s face shifted uncertainly.
Given the situation, if he tried to escape now, this deadly foe would undoubtedly catch up again once free. After all, the difference in speed between a magical treasure and a magical tool was far too great.
As Han Li hesitated briefly, several more layers of the formation’s restrictions were broken by his opponent.
A flash of killing intent appeared in Han Li’s eyes. Driven to desperation, he no longer hesitated. Signaling to Qu Hun, the two stealthily infiltrated the formation under the cover of its restrictions, slowly closing in on Elder Gu.
But before they could get truly close, Elder Gu—who had been recklessly destroying the formation’s restrictions—seemed to sense something. He suddenly stopped, glancing around with extreme wariness, his expression sinister and fierce.
Han Li frowned but flipped his hand over. A light flashed as a small cyan flag appeared in his palm—the main formation flag used to control the array.
A few low, almost inaudible incantations passed Han Li’s lips. He then tossed the flag, which transformed into a cyan beam and merged into the great formation.
Immediately, the scenery before Elder Gu shifted again. The surrounding sea waves surged violently, and the already crushing pressure, weighing over a thousand jin, suddenly increased severalfold, causing his movements to stall momentarily.
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