Chapter 1924: The Battle of Yitian (10)

Seeing this, Han Li’s heart tightened, and he silently activated a spell formula in his mind.

The two mountain peaks trembled and, in a flash of dazzling light, transformed into towering peaks a hundred zhang high, pressing down with overwhelming momentum.

With two thunderous booms, the surface of the light barrier twisted violently, yet the two peaks were repelled just as fiercely, leaving the barrier unscathed.

Meanwhile, the thirteen purple-striped spirit insects, now transformed into thirteen balls of violet light, crashed into the barrier one after another.

The space around the barrier trembled as if attempting to repel these insects as well.

However, the insects let out sharp shrieks, their bodies swelling rapidly to several feet in size. Their limbs stretched out, suddenly coated in a layer of silver light, piercing into the distorted space around the barrier like steel needles.

Despite the violent warping of space, the insects remained rooted in place, unmoving.

Not only that, but they suddenly opened their mouths, each spitting out a golden thread as thick as a thumb. The threads vanished in a flash, completely bypassing the barrier’s strange defensive properties and sinking into it.

The once-dense seven-colored barrier trembled, its radiance flickering as streams of vibrant light surged along the golden threads toward the insects.

In mere moments, the barrier dimmed significantly, its hum weakening as if its spiritual power was draining at an alarming rate.

The two crystal puppets seemed momentarily stunned but quickly reacted, their four hands erupting with seven-colored light once more, channeling a surge of spiritual energy into the surroundings.

The barrier flared back to life, its hum intensifying.

Yet, the speed at which the thirteen insects absorbed the barrier’s energy was equally astonishing, forcing the two puppets to focus entirely on maintaining the barrier, unable to spare any attention elsewhere.

An unexpected stalemate ensued!

Han Li was initially taken aback but soon grinned in delight. With a single-handed sword seal, seventy-two emerald-green flying swords shot from his body, vanishing in a flash before reappearing above the barrier as hundreds of sword shadows, coalescing into a single ten-zhang-long azure greatsword.

“Slash!”

Han Li uttered a low command, his fingers pointing repeatedly at the greatsword.

With a resonant hum, the greatsword transformed into a streak of azure light and slashed downward.

While the Emerald Swarm Sword might not match the silver ruler in versatility, its sheer sharpness far surpassed it when all seventy-two swords combined their power.

Moreover, as Han Li’s lifebound treasure, nurtured within his body for countless years, the swords had developed a trace of sentience and even a hint of spatial-piercing properties.

Now, with the seven-colored barrier’s energy mostly drained by the thirteen purple-striped Gold Devouring Beetles, Han Li was confident—at least seventy to eighty percent—that this strike would succeed.

Yet, just at this critical moment, an unexpected twist occurred.

As the azure greatsword descended, a ripple of black light suddenly appeared above Han Li’s head, condensing into five massive characters: “Suppress.”

Han Li felt a dull thud in the air as an immense force crashed down upon him, as if five mountains had simultaneously landed on his body.

Had his physical body not been far stronger than that of an ordinary cultivator of his rank, he would have been crushed instantly.

At the same time, a small purple cauldron silently materialized beneath his feet.

From its mouth, three black ancient characters—”Bind”—flashed into existence.

Han Li’s body stiffened as if bound by invisible shackles, his limbs locked in place, and his spiritual power momentarily frozen.

To make matters worse, a translucent, ice-sculpture-like puppet flickered into existence beside him, swinging a transparent greatsword in a sweeping arc.

On his other side, a faint golden light dispersed, revealing the beautiful woman from the Yin-Yang Twins, her face twisted in malice as she raised both hands.

A ball of green flame and a blood-red flying sword shot forth simultaneously.

The green flame spun rapidly, transforming into a monstrous, green-faced ghost head with bared fangs, lunging at Han Li.

The blood-red sword emitted a soul-shaking shriek, exuding a thick, bloody aura as it slashed downward.

Exploiting the mystic restrictions of the area and her control talisman, the woman had concealed herself from Han Li’s divine sense and spiritual sight. The moment his two mountains and spirit insects left his side, she launched this ruthless close-quarters ambush alongside the puppet, aiming to kill him in a single strike.

Faced with such a sudden and deadly assault, even Han Li’s pupils contracted. But he reacted instinctively.

Golden light erupted from his body as he swelled in size, golden fur sprouting across his skin—he had transformed into the Mountain Giant Ape once more.

In this form, a surge of divine strength coursed through him, rendering the oppressive force and the binding power beneath him utterly ineffective. His spiritual power instantly returned to normal.

With a roar, black mist roiled around the ape’s upper body as the Outer Devil Armor materialized, countless black runes surging forth to form a protective barrier.

At the same time, a golden glow flashed behind him, revealing a three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form. Six golden blades materialized in its hands, slashing in unison to intercept the transparent greatsword.

Simultaneously, a green figure shot from Han Li’s body, transforming into a green-skinned “Han Li” in midair.

Without hesitation, this clone lunged toward the other side, fists blurring as countless green fist shadows rained upon the ghost head and blood-red sword light.

Meanwhile, the ape’s true form opened its maw, spewing a ball of silver flame.

The next instant, explosions of light erupted around the ape, massive orbs of radiance blooming one after another, blindingly brilliant.

Shockwaves rippled outward like a tempest, threatening to devour everything in their path.

A scream pierced the chaos as a figure—bloodied and missing an arm—was flung from the epicenter.

It was the beautiful woman, her face now twisted in disbelief.

With a cold snort, the ape and its green-skinned clone emerged from the fading light, standing side by side.

In one hand, the ape clutched a writhing green flame, within which a jade-green skull spewed black mist, struggling futilely to escape.

In the other hand, it gripped a broken purple blade, shimmering with five-colored light and faint traces of heavenly law.

The clone, expressionless, had one arm reduced to a gleaming bone, the other charred as if scorched by demonic flames.

Nearby, a golden figure clashed fiercely with a flickering, translucent puppet, locked in a seemingly even battle.

“Heaven-defying treasure! Dharma Form Golden Body!”

The woman shrieked as if strangled, hastily producing a silver control talisman with trembling hands.

A faint golden glow enveloped her, her figure blurring as she prepared to vanish.

Han Li’s brow furrowed, a third eye opening on his forehead. A black beam shot forth, vanishing almost instantly.

A muffled thud echoed as the woman reappeared dozens of zhang away, panic-stricken.

Before she could steady herself, the golden ape snorted coldly.

The woman shuddered, her body plummeting uncontrollably.

At the same moment, the ape lunged forward, lightning crackling as it transformed into a colossal silver roc, its back sprouting crystalline electric wings.

With a flash of cold light in its eyes, the roc beat its four wings—

A sonic boom erupted as it vanished.

A thunderous crash followed as a silver claw materialized behind the woman, piercing her torso in an instant.

Silver flames erupted, engulfing her body and reducing it to ashes before her Nascent Soul could escape.

Another thunderclap, and the roc shrank, reverting to human form.

Glancing at the still-battling golden Dharma Form and puppet, Han Li raised his fingers, unleashing a barrage of azure sword beams.

Each strike precisely intercepted the puppet’s retreat, overwhelming it in moments.

With a final flurry of golden blades, the puppet was torn apart.

Farther away, the two crystal puppets were also in dire straits.

Though the seven-colored barrier had held—thanks to Han Li’s distraction preventing the azure greatsword’s descent—it eventually shattered under the relentless drain of the thirteen purple-striped insects.