“Recovered seven or eight parts? Do you really think I believe that? With your mid-stage Saint rank cultivation, if you had truly recovered most of your strength, why would you need to drive your physical body to fight while secretly hiding your primordial spirit to ambush me? Even if your primordial spirit has recovered faster than your body, it’s at most only three or four parts restored. Now that your primordial spirit has returned, although I alone may not be your match, calling in two more helpers would ensure your demise without a doubt.” Han Li sneered after a brief contemplation.
Upon hearing Han Li’s words, the demonic ape’s wild laughter abruptly ceased. Two flashes of blood-red light appeared on its visor before it suddenly reached back with one hand, grasping at the air.
The purple broken blade, which had been entangled with two Gold Devouring Beetles in the distance, vanished in a flicker.
In the next moment, the blade reappeared in the demonic ape’s hand, instantly swelling to over ten feet in length and transforming into a massive, hazy purple sword.
With several swift slashes, seven or eight purple arcs as thick as bowls shot toward Han Li, appearing before him in an instant.
However, Han Li, already on guard, would not let the ape succeed again. The small crystal shield before him flared with spiritual light, expanding into a translucent barrier that shielded his body.
A thunderous explosion erupted as the purple arcs detonated against the crystalline barrier.
Though most of the attack was split apart by the barrier, this strike far surpassed the previous ones in power. The residual force sent a tremendous shockwave through the barrier, directly impacting Han Li’s body.
With a whoosh, Han Li was sent flying backward as if he had no resistance at all, disappearing into the black mist in a flash.
“Big words, but such meager skills dare to threaten me? Wait—where do you think you’re fleeing, brat?” The demonic ape initially scoffed, but moments later, when Han Li failed to reappear from the demonic mist, its visor flashed with blood-red light as it roared in realization.
The black-red demonic energy abruptly surged, and a fierce demonic wind arose as the ape rode a streak of light into the roiling mist.
But the moment the ape’s light entered the mist, a strange gust of wind pressed down, and a small mountain over ten feet tall descended unexpectedly.
The ape’s light paused, but it paid no heed, raising an arm to punch the air. A tremendous invisible force erupted.
The demonic beast ignored the outcome, its gaze fixed ahead.
Though the demonic mist was pitch-black and impenetrable to ordinary eyes, it posed no obstacle to this Saint-rank demonic beast.
Thus, the ape spotted Han Li standing motionless dozens of feet away, hands forming seals as the surrounding demonic mist roiled and retreated, as if he were preparing some formidable technique.
“Seeking death!” the ape muttered, but instead of charging recklessly, it cautiously scanned Han Li’s surroundings.
Yet what happened next took the ape by surprise.
The immense force it had unleashed against the small mountain merely caused it to wobble before it accelerated downward, swelling several times in size and crashing toward the ape’s head.
The ape snorted, its purple greatsword flickering as several purple arcs merged into one, slashing upward to cleave the black mountain apart.
But it was too late. The seemingly menacing mountain suddenly vanished in a flash of gray light, like a burst bubble.
The purple arcs sliced through empty air.
The ape hesitated, puzzled by Han Li’s intent.
Then, sensing something, it abruptly lowered its head to look ahead.
Han Li, now wreathed in thunder, was surrounded by countless fine golden arcs spiraling around him.
The arcs thickened, expanding outward as a circular lightning net formed amidst dazzling thunder. Simultaneously, golden runes surged from Han Li’s hands, vanishing into the arcs.
The moment the runes merged with the arcs, they silently shattered, transforming into a golden halo several feet in diameter.
Within the halo, Han Li’s figure blurred as he chanted an obscure incantation.
The golden halo rotated, runes churning as a faint hum grew into a piercing shriek.
With a deafening thunderclap, the halo vanished in a flash of golden light.
Han Li reappeared, one hand forming a seal, the other palm upturned.
Above his palm hovered a motionless golden sphere, its surface etched with dull, unremarkable patterns, emitting no spiritual pressure—seemingly ordinary.
But the moment the ape saw the sphere, its body trembled violently. “Evil-Warding Thunder Pearl!” it cried out.
Without hesitation, the ape transformed into a black-red demonic tempest, charging toward Han Li to prevent him from activating the sphere.
Yet after advancing a dozen feet, two swords and a blade emerged from the ground beneath it, slashing toward the tempest with chilling sharpness.
Though confident in its armor, the ape had no intention of taking unnecessary hits. It paused briefly, and three purple arcs shot forth, shattering the incoming attacks.
But this momentary delay allowed Han Li, holding the golden sphere, to smirk at the ape.
Suddenly, the surroundings blurred as countless green lotus flowers emerged from the tunnel walls, merging into a green barrier that enveloped Han Li.
The Saint-rank ape had been trapped within the Spring Dawn Sword Formation, which Han Li activated without mercy.
The golden weapons from the ground dissipated, while two golden-armored figures emerged from Han Li’s shadow—one wielding twin swords, the other a single blade—manifestations of the Shadow Puppet Talisman.
“A sword formation? Troublesome,” the ape muttered, though it remained composed.
Outside, Han Li’s gaze turned icy as he fully unleashed the formation’s power.
The ape found itself amidst a storm of colossal green logs crashing down from above.
With a cold snort, the ape’s visor vanished, revealing a grotesque face with eyes glowing purple, within which five-colored runes flickered.
Its eerie gaze swept the falling logs before it sneered, reaching out to grab one while ignoring the rest.
A crystalline hand materialized, seizing the log, which then transformed into a gleaming green flying sword.
As the sword’s illusion was dispelled, the other logs vanished.
The ape, recognizing the sword as Han Li’s lifebound weapon, hurled its purple greatsword to sever it.
Han Li, witnessing this, frowned and pointed at the sword. With a pop, it dissipated, reappearing elsewhere in the formation.
The ape, enraged, activated a technique, its eyes blazing with purple light as it scanned the formation, finally locking onto Han Li outside.
“Spirit Eyes,” Han Li muttered, his suspicions confirmed. The ape’s eyes possessed abilities akin to his own Brightsight Spirit Eyes, allowing it to see through illusions and locate him despite the formation’s concealment.
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