Then, Han Li’s palm instantly turned pitch-black as if dipped in ink, and he made a grasping motion toward the void. A massive, misty gray hand, several meters in size, abruptly materialized out of thin air. With its fingers spread wide, it surged toward the descending black giant foot, trailing wisps of gray radiance.
Despite the stark difference in size, a thunderous collision ensued, shaking the earth and mountains. The gray hand trembled violently but managed to halt the falling foot. At the point of contact, black light and gray radiance intertwined, accompanied by continuous explosive sounds. A bizarre surge of energy swirled around the two, resembling a wind dragon soaring into the sky.
Simultaneously, the massive green lotus revolving around Han Li crackled with thunderous noise, as countless golden arcs densely emerged. In an instant, a golden thunder lotus formed outside the green one. With a flash of its golden petals, layers of interwoven golden arcs dispersed outward, clashing violently with the surrounding black lightning.
The deafening roar of thunder filled the air!
As the two types of lightning collided, they intertwined like mortal enemies. Countless sparks and thunderflames erupted amidst the alternating flashes of gold and black, exploding in bursts.
The monstrous face’s two ferocious attacks had both been blocked by Han Li.
Its expression momentarily froze in surprise, but it soon let out a cold snort, its eyes gleaming with icy light as it opened its maw wide.
Suddenly, a howling wind arose, and rolling black gusts surged forth. A pitch-black void, spanning several acres, materialized before the inky qilin. Within it, black light faintly swirled, as if ready to devour everything in existence.
“Be careful! This is the Great Devouring Art!” Although the woman named Xianxian was immobilized, she cried out in alarm upon seeing the qilin’s action.
Earlier, her transformed green qilin had also employed a similar technique, but its power paled in comparison to this inky qilin’s.
Han Li’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. Hearing the crystal woman’s warning, he instinctively twisted his outstretched hand. A miniature black mountain, mere inches tall, emerged from his palm and was hurled forward.
The mountain rapidly expanded, growing to over a thousand feet in mere moments, rivaling the colossal qilin in size. It then soared into the air and descended with the force of a collapsing mountain, casting a shadow over half the sky as it aimed to crush both the black void and the qilin beneath it.
But what happened next left Han Li’s expression drastically altered.
From the dark void, a surge of black radiance erupted, striking the Magnetic Divine Mountain and transforming into several large black runes that vanished into the mountain’s body.
The black mountain shuddered, spun rapidly, and under the radiance’s glow, shrank back to its original miniature size. Then, enveloped in black light, it vanished with a whoosh.
The next moment, the treasure reappeared at the edge of the massive void, only to be forcibly sucked inside.
Han Li felt a jolt in his mind—his connection to the Magnetic Divine Mountain had weakened to the point of near-severance, filling him with dread.
This mountain had long been fully refined and should have been under his complete control. For it to be forcibly seized under such circumstances was beyond belief.
His expression turned grave as he muttered incantations. A faint silver glow flickered on the back of his blackened hand, and the shadow of a small mountain emerged.
With another flash of gray light, the shadow solidified into reality, and the black mountain eerily reappeared in his palm, as if it had never been deployed.
A soft “Hmm?” escaped the monstrous face, clearly taken aback.
Unbeknownst to it, the Magnetic Divine Mountain had been refined using the Hundred Meridians Treasure Refinement Technique. Unless Han Li’s hand was severed, he could recall the mountain from any distance with a mere thought.
However, just as Han Li considered switching tactics, the true power of the Great Devouring Art was unleashed.
Amidst eerie laughter, the surrounding light dimmed unnaturally.
A foul wind blew into Han Li’s face, and in the next instant, he found himself in a pitch-black void. The black giant foot and surrounding lightning had inexplicably dissipated.
Han Li’s heart clenched as he realized his spiritual sense could no longer extend beyond his body. His pupils flashed with blue light as he frantically scanned his surroundings. With the aid of his spiritual eye technique, he could barely make out the hazy outlines within a hundred-foot radius.
Yet, whether above or around him, everything was shrouded in darkness, as if he had been transported to an alien dimension.
Han Li knew, however, that he hadn’t moved an inch—he had truly been swallowed by the creature.
This Great Devouring Art was indeed bizarre; even he had been unable to evade it.
Muttering to himself, Han Li watched as the golden arcs of the green lotus beneath him bloomed outward, forming protective layers of gold and green. Within these, a crystalline barrier encased him securely.
Having witnessed the fates of the crystal woman and the Gui man, he wasn’t taking any chances.
Even so, Han Li had no intention of lingering. He flicked his fingers toward the void.
Whooshing sounds filled the air as countless sharp green sword beams shot forth like a torrential downpour.
But after a series of dull thuds, the sword beams vanished after traveling a hundred feet, as if swallowed by quicksand.
Han Li’s expression darkened. With a hand seal, the surrounding golden lightning arcs converged, forming a golden electric flood dragon over thirty feet long. It lunged forward with a shake of its head and tail.
A deafening explosion followed as the flood dragon collided with an invisible barrier a hundred feet away. A golden halo, bright as the sun, erupted, sending shockwaves rippling outward.
The entire void trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse.
But then, a hissing sound emerged. Another black void, over thirty feet wide, appeared before the golden halo. With a swirl of black radiance, the golden halo and its explosive force were completely absorbed, vanishing without a trace.
The void then twisted and contorted, and a figure clad in a black robe, wearing a white mask, eerily materialized.
Han Li’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
“Don’t even think of escaping. The other two were allowed to leave deliberately. With me personally restraining you now, you have no chance,” the robed figure spoke, its voice indistinct but unmistakably that of the monstrous face.
“Is that so? I beg to differ,” Han Li replied, a strange glint flashing in his eyes before he let out a soft hum.
Though seemingly ordinary, the hum sent the robed figure reeling as if struck, plummeting from the sky like a log.
Unbeknownst to the figure, Han Li had secretly employed the Soul Piercing Spike technique. Caught off guard, the robed figure fell victim to it.
With a crack of thunder, a pair of crystalline wings materialized on Han Li’s back. A single flap, and he vanished, reappearing beside the falling figure in a flash of green-white lightning.
A silent flick of his wrist summoned a green longsword. With a swift slash, the blade cleaved the robed figure—mask and all—in two.
Without hesitation, Han Li clapped his hands together and released a barrage of golden arcs.
The bisected figure dissolved into black mist amidst the thunderous onslaught, on the verge of complete annihilation.
A faint smile tugged at Han Li’s lips—until it froze.
The black mist, seemingly obliterated by the golden lightning, suddenly coalesced into countless black serpents, shooting outward like arrows.
Though the Evil-Suppressing Divine Lightning intercepted most, a few slipped past, transforming into diminutive robed figures barely a foot tall—hundreds of them, identical to the original.
These figures flickered in and out of existence like phantoms, surrounding Han Li in an instant.
With cold gleams in their eyes, they raised their hands in unison, unleashing black beams of light aimed directly at Han Li.
The beams struck—only to vanish without a trace, as if swallowed by quicksand.
The robed figures paused, bewildered, while Han Li chuckled.
The Magnetic Divine Light specialized in countering the five elements. These black beams, brimming with yin-cold energy, were pure water-attribute spiritual power—easily neutralized.
Seizing the moment, Han Li stomped on the green lotus beneath him.
Countless green rays erupted like a storm, piercing through the surrounding robed figures and reducing them to wisps of black mist once more.
“Kekeke! Boy, just surrender. Within my body, my spirit is immortal. The more you kill, the more I multiply—endlessly!” A grating laugh echoed triumphantly through the void.
True to its word, the black mist reformed into hundreds more robed figures—this time mere inches tall.
Han Li’s eyelids twitched, but his expression hardened. With a flip of his hand, a golden broken blade appeared—the very artifact suspected to be a fragment of the Profound Heaven Blade.
Though unsure of the creature’s true motives, he refused to be led by the nose. If necessary, he would expend more energy and summon the blade’s power once more.
No matter how profound the Great Devouring Art was, it couldn’t defy the laws of nature.
With this strike, he would annihilate the demon and end this battle for good.
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