The snow eagle’s body naturally shattered into countless fragments along with the ice shards. The green-robed woman, who had just emerged from the breeze in pursuit, was momentarily stunned by the sight but soon let out a cold laugh. With a light step on the white lotus beneath her feet, a fierce wind erupted from the lotus, instantly dispersing the thick fog nearby.
Han Li narrowed his eyes, staring at the woman’s hostile expression, and calmly asked, “Aren’t you distressed by the destruction of your treasure? Or do you believe my actions couldn’t possibly destroy it?” As he spoke, he casually glanced at the eerie blue ice shards floating in the air.
“What do you think?” the woman replied indifferently, then pointed toward Han Li’s side. Immediately, the shattered ice fragments around him began to glow, and countless white specks of light emerged from them.
Han Li was momentarily taken aback but quickly raised his hand, releasing a wave of green mist that swept toward the specks. With a series of soft pops, the white specks detached from the blue ice and transformed into milky-white spiritual light, surging toward the woman. The green mist passed through them without capturing anything.
Seeing his attack fail, Han Li’s expression darkened, and he ceased his futile efforts, opting instead to coldly observe his opponent.
The spiritual light gathered before the woman, quickly coalescing into a white orb the size of a human head. With a calm expression, she cast a spell onto it. A blinding white light flashed, and a cry of an eagle echoed from the orb as it elongated and reshaped, reviving the snow-white giant eagle before Han Li’s eyes.
Han Li frowned but soon noticed the eagle appeared weaker than before, its vigor diminished. A thoughtful look crossed his face. It seemed his earlier attempt to destroy the artifact’s spirit hadn’t been entirely in vain—the eagle wasn’t invincible. A few more successful strikes might be enough to annihilate it completely.
Without a word, the young woman beckoned, and the snow eagle spread its wings, soaring into the sky before transforming back into the white silk ribbon, which floated down and vanished into her robes.
“You stopped fleeing and tried to provoke me by shattering my artifact’s spirit. You must have some trick up your sleeve,” the woman said coldly, holding the lamp in one hand and brushing her hair with the other.
Han Li was slightly surprised but, after a moment of silence, replied with a flicker in his eyes, “Since you knew and still pursued me, you must be confident in your treasure. Could you enlighten me about this lamp? I’ve never seen an ancient treasure of this kind before.” His gaze remained fixed on her flawless face.
“No. You can die ignorant,” she retorted sharply, then opened her mouth to exhale a wisp of infant flame onto the bronze lamp she held. A faint green light gradually illuminated the lamp.
Han Li sighed and calmly flipped his hands, revealing a green formation flag and a red-and-green formation disk he had prepared earlier. With a meaningful glance at the woman, he first tossed the flag into the air, swiftly casting a spell onto it while murmuring an incantation.
The flag flashed and exploded, transforming into a vast green mist spanning dozens of feet across the sky. The mist swirled and condensed into a green fog dragon over thirty feet long, which lunged fiercely at the woman.
Simultaneously, the formation disk in his other hand emitted red and green light. He threw it beneath his feet, where it dissolved into white mist and vanished into the ground. Immediately, the surrounding fog churned, and countless red and green threads shot out, densely entangling the green-robed woman.
Han Li then flicked his sleeve, releasing a small silver bell that rapidly enlarged into a massive bell. It emitted silver soundwaves as he directed it toward the woman’s head.
Unable to approach her directly, he had to rely on the bell’s intangible sonic assaults, hoping they would be effective. Yet, his true ace in the hole wasn’t these attacks but Silvermoon, who had already concealed herself underground using earth escape techniques. She quietly laid out the Violet Net around the woman’s feet, biding her time for the perfect strike.
Unaware of the ambush beneath her, the green-robed woman ignored Han Li’s attacks, focusing instead on the faint green flame flickering in the lamp. With a cold smile, she delicately plucked the flame with two fingers, holding it aloft.
Just then, the fog dragon, the red and green threads, and the silver soundwaves all converged on her. Unfazed, she lightly tapped the white lotus beneath her feet. The lotus flashed white and began spinning rapidly, its petals contracting to form an impenetrable shield around her.
The green fog dragon was the first to strike, spewing a column of green mist at the white barrier. The lotus petals effortlessly dispersed the attack. The red and green threads were similarly repelled, though the soundwaves penetrated the barrier—their effect unknown.
Han Li, undeterred, manipulated the threads to weave into layered nets, enveloping the lotus while the fog dragon dissolved into mist, further obscuring it. The silver bell hovered above, amplifying its sonic assault.
For a moment, it seemed the woman was trapped. Yet Han Li’s expression remained grim, his brows furrowed.
As if confirming his fears, the tightly closed lotus—now only ten feet wide—suddenly bloomed again. Its petals, sharp as blades, sliced through the fog and threads with a few rotations, reducing them to nothing.
Han Li’s face darkened.
Standing gracefully at the lotus’s center, the woman held the lamp in one hand and the green flame in the other. Her cold gaze shifted to the silver bell above her, its soundwaves enveloping her. With a flicker of malice in her eyes, she raised the flame to her lips and blew gently.
With a soft pop, the flame vanished from her palm. In the next instant, a green orb materialized around the silver bell. As she chanted, an eerie blue flame ignited on the bell’s surface. The bell let out a mournful chime, erupting in silver light to resist, but within moments, it melted into molten silver. The green orb then shattered, disappearing without a trace.
Witnessing the destruction of his treasure, Han Li paled. The woman, meanwhile, plucked another green flame from the lamp and smirked at him.
Realizing the danger, Han Li activated his Wind and Thunder Wings without hesitation, vanishing with a thunderous crack. Unfazed, the woman brought the flame to her lips, preparing to exhale. But just then, purple light flashed beneath her feet as a massive violet net erupted from the ground.
Before she could react, the net ensnared her in the blink of an eye.
“If you enjoy playing with fire, why not try the Jade Sun True Flame of my Violet Net?” A stunning woman emerged from the ground amidst a yellow glow, laughing as she unleashed a spell onto the net. Instantly, a layer of blue-white flames engulfed the net, with several fiery serpents lunging at the trapped woman, submerging the lotus in searing flames.
Han Li reappeared a dozen feet away, his face alight with triumph. With a sweep of his sleeves, seventy-two Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords shot into the sky, merging into a colossal six-foot-long sword crackling with golden lightning. Not stopping there, he exhaled a wisp of Dry Blue Ice Flame onto the blade, coating it in a faint blue aura.
With a cold glint in his eyes, he pointed at the sword, sending it hurtling toward the ensnared lotus as a streak of cyan light.
At the same time, the green-robed woman, now furious, raised the green flame above her head.
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