The crystal shield suddenly flared with light, attempting to block the incoming punch.
However, the moment the golden fist struck the shield, a blinding burst of purple radiance erupted upon it.
The shield trembled slightly before shattering into pieces under the violet glow.
The old man’s protective spiritual light was pierced as easily as paper by the blurred fist, landing squarely on his body.
The old man, surnamed Yi, paled in shock. With a frantic surge of his secret technique, he poured all his remaining true essence into his battle armor without reservation.
**”Boom!”**
The blood-red patterns on the silver armor transformed into surging talismans, forming a crimson barrier that enveloped the old man.
The giant ape, witnessing this, flashed a mocking grin in its eyes. Its purple-golden fist spread open, revealing a sudden burst of silver light from its palm—dozens of overlapping silver arrays detonated simultaneously, unleashing a dazzling silver radiance.
Meanwhile, the ape’s body blurred and vanished without a trace.
**”No!”**
The old man froze for a moment before sensing the terrifying power within the silver light. His face drained of color, and with a desperate cry, his skull split open as a foot-long ethereal figure fled from it.
But it was too late.
The silver light struck the crimson barrier with devastating force.
A deafening explosion erupted in the sky, and a silver sun slowly rose where the old man had stood, its surface covered in dense silver runes that faintly formed arrays of varying sizes.
Yet, in the next instant, the sun and its arrays shattered once more, unleashing a colossal pillar of light that churned the surrounding spiritual energy. Silver shockwaves surged outward like tidal waves, shaking the void as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
The blood-red wolf head and the golden Vajra Body, locked in a stalemate, were instantly engulfed by the silver tide.
The sheer magnitude of this phenomenon stunned even the fiercely battling Bloodburn and the others, forcing them to retreat to avoid the terrifying aftermath.
When both sides reappeared in the distance, their gazes toward Han Li were filled with mixed emotions.
Bloodburn and Blackscale were both elated and horrified. Though they considered themselves formidable among Mahayana cultivators, they could never unleash such world-shattering power. Han Li’s strength far exceeded their expectations.
The Spider Matriarch, watching the towering pillar of light, wore an uncertain expression—fear creeping into her heart for the first time.
Yet, moments later, Bloodburn and Blackscale exchanged a glance and resumed their assault on her without hesitation.
Enraged, the Spider Matriarch abandoned all thoughts of Han Li, rolling on the ground before splitting into three identical monstrous spiders that charged at the two.
Soon, the battle raged on once more.
As for Mojianli and the four adult Phantom Spiders, they had long vanished, their battlefield shifted elsewhere.
With a dull **”boom,”** the massive pillar of light dissipated, and the silver shockwaves faded into nothingness.
For a moment, the void seemed peaceful, save for lingering waves of scorching heat.
Where the old man had stood, there was now only emptiness—no trace of him remained.
It was as if the Mahayana cultivator of the Five-Colored Race had been utterly annihilated.
The blood-robed maiden narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
Then, about five to six hundred feet from where the old man had been, space rippled as a tiny figure clad in crystalline armor emerged, clutching a small cyan seal.
This was none other than the old man’s Mahayana Nascent Soul, its face twisted with hatred as it glanced at the spot where its body had vanished. Without hesitation, it transformed into a streak of rainbow light, darting toward the stone city.
But the moment it took flight, a golden figure with three heads and six arms materialized before it, blocking its path.
Startled, the Nascent Soul swerved downward—only for two massive, furry hands to tear through space beneath it.
A golden ape, over thirty feet tall, leaped out, unleashing a thick golden lightning arc from its mouth.
The Nascent Soul, unable to dodge in time, hurled its seal forward, which expanded to shield it.
**”Bang!”**
The lightning struck the seal, sending it flying, but the arc itself dissipated.
The golden ape lunged forward, its massive hand snatching downward—but the old man’s Nascent Soul exploded into a flurry of feathers, vanishing once more.
A hundred feet behind the ape, the tiny figure reappeared, darting toward the city in a streak of crystalline light.
Two flashes later, it was mere inches from the city’s barrier—one last dash, and it would be safe.
But then, a cold snort echoed in its ears, striking its divine sense like thunder. Its true essence froze, nearly sending it plummeting from the sky.
As its flight faltered, specks of yellow light materialized around it, swirling into grains of sand before forming a raging sandstorm that trapped the Nascent Soul. An invisible force crushed inward, eliciting agonized creaks from its crystalline armor.
The pressure intensified relentlessly.
Meanwhile, the golden ape stood motionless, its skull opening to reveal a two-foot-tall Nascent Soul clad in green robes. In its palm, a tiny yellow gourd spun slowly, spewing wisps of yellow mist that vanished into the void—each wisp amplifying the crushing force around the trapped Nascent Soul.
Han Li had anticipated the old man’s escape route, deploying his Nascent Soul and the newly acquired **”Raging Sand of Golden Annihilation”** to lay this trap.
Despite the old man’s Nascent Soul possessing several mystical abilities, Han Li’s divine sense attack and the sand’s relentless assault left it teetering on the brink of destruction.
At the critical moment, the blood-robed maiden intervened.
With an unknown method, the four wolf-headed monsters beside her exploded without warning, and four blood mists materialized within the sandstorm, shielding the Nascent Soul.
Seizing the momentary relief, the Nascent Soul rolled into a foot-long crystalline peacock, its wings igniting with five-colored flames.
Han Li’s Nascent Soul narrowed its eyes, and the yellow gourd erupted with radiant light, runes shimmering across its surface.
The sandstorm roared, doubling in size, with fist-sized grains flickering within, exuding a strange sealing power.
Simultaneously, a golden figure—Han Li’s Vajra Body—appeared beside the storm, wielding six heavy weapons: a spike, staff, hammer, ruler, ring, and mace. With a thunderous roar, it smashed them into the storm’s heart.
**”BOOM!”**
The sandstorm shattered, and a golden shockwave erupted, scattering chaotic energy in all directions.
Han Li’s Nascent Soul, atop the ape’s head, stared intently at the explosion—its dark pupils contracting slightly. Its sleeve twitched as if to form a seal, but then it hesitated and relaxed its fingers.
**”Bang!”**
Above the stone city, space rippled as a half-winged miniature peacock emerged, screeching in the old man’s voice:
**”Lady Sakura, save me! Only your Time Reversal Art can restore my Nascent Soul! I swear to repay you with unimaginable rewards!”**
The peacock flickered back into human form, but half its body was missing, its aura dangerously weak—on the verge of collapse.
Despite the maiden’s aid, the Nascent Soul had suffered grievous wounds from the sand’s power and the Vajra Body’s strike. Without intervention, it might even fall from the Mahayana realm.
No wonder its voice was laced with terror.
**”Very well.”**
The blood-robed maiden glanced at the Nascent Soul, her expression unchanging, before raising a delicate hand and lightly pressing forward.
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