Han Li was slightly surprised, but his eyes flickered as he immediately swayed and appeared atop the small mountain, lightly tapping it with his toe.
Instantly, the black mountain shimmered with a gray-white glow, rapidly expanding to a towering height of three hundred zhang.
The old man surnamed Tu, who had barely managed to hold up the mountain earlier, suddenly paled. His legs trembled violently before sinking deep into the ground, submerging his calves entirely.
This was a clear sign that the old man could no longer support the mountain with his own strength and had to divert the force into the ground.
Seeing this, Han Li remained expressionless but raised his foot once more and stomped down on the mountain.
The Black Magnetic Mountain was already unimaginably heavy, and with the added force of Han Li’s own immense strength, the black peak shuddered before crashing down with a thunderous boom, completely burying the old man beneath it.
Han Li felt a flicker of joy in his heart, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe that a Body Integration cultivator could be killed so easily.
Without hesitation, he formed a hand seal with one hand while his other jade-white palm gently pressed downward.
The black mountain flashed with gray light, continuing to expand wildly. At the same time, a five-colored flame surged from his fingers and struck the base of the mountain.
Wherever the five-colored flame passed, a layer of five-colored ice spread across the ground, instantly freezing an area of several dozen zhang. Meanwhile, the black mountain had already grown to over a thousand zhang tall, rivaling a real mountain in size.
Even under these circumstances, Han Li showed no intention of stopping. With a flash of spiritual light, he transformed into a streak of azure radiance and shot to one side.
The azure light flickered before vanishing into the void.
Then, centered around the black mountain, a low hum resonated through the air as countless small azure swords materialized in the void. In the next instant, they transformed into palm-sized azure lotuses.
As these lotuses spun, phantom images appeared around them, gradually solidifying into more lotus projections.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with shimmering lotuses, their radiance interweaving to form a massive light barrier that completely trapped the old man within.
Seizing this opportunity, Han Li had activated the Spring Dawn Sword Formation.
At that moment, an enraged roar erupted from beneath the mountain, followed by a series of unfamiliar and profound incantations.
Strands of crimson light began to emerge in the nearby void—first just a dozen or so, but as the chanting intensified, the red light multiplied rapidly.
Within moments, the sky was densely packed with crimson radiance, as if the entire void had been dyed red.
Simultaneously, the temperature in the area skyrocketed to an unbearable degree, hot enough to instantly desiccate an ordinary person.
But then the chanting abruptly ceased, and the crimson light shot downward, sinking into the ice layer on the ground.
A thunderous rumbling erupted from beneath the earth!
With a series of muffled *pops*, thick crimson beams as wide as bowls burst through the ice.
With just a few flashes, the ice layer rapidly melted away, and the nearby ground dissolved into a pool of molten red liquid.
In mere breaths, a vast stretch of land had transformed into a massive lava pool.
Amid the churning lava, the black mountain slowly sank, disappearing halfway within moments.
“Indeed, brute force alone isn’t enough to harm you,” Han Li’s voice echoed indifferently from all directions.
As the black mountain in the lava shrank rapidly to the size of a ruler, it trembled before shooting out as a streak of black light.
But just as it flew a few zhang away from the lava, the old man’s icy voice rang out:
“My cave lacks a guardian treasure. This one will do nicely—leave it here!”
As soon as he spoke, a wave of lava surged from the pool, rising over ten zhang high before transforming into a crimson giant hand that seized the black mountain.
With a flash of red light, the hand attempted to drag the treasure back into the lava.
Though Han Li had withdrawn most of the mountain’s power, the Black Magnetic Mountain’s immense weight was not something a mere conjured hand could easily move.
The black peak flickered but remained firmly in place, neither moving nor able to escape toward the nearby azure barrier.
Han Li snorted coldly.
Suddenly, spatial fluctuations rippled around the crimson hand as countless azure threads materialized from the void.
They coiled around the lava hand like lightning, and with a flash of azure light, the hand was sliced apart, its fingers falling in pieces.
Seizing the opportunity, the black mountain buzzed and shot away, vanishing into the light barrier after a few flashes. The azure threads also blurred and disappeared as if they had never existed.
“Impressive skills. No wonder you dare to face me head-on,” the old man remarked, his tone dark but not enraged.
Almost simultaneously, the lava parted as the old man emerged, his body glowing red. He rose until he hovered ten zhang above the pool, scanning his surroundings with a wary, sinister gaze.
“A sword formation!” His expression shifted as he immediately recognized the technique.
But the moment he appeared, the surrounding azure lotuses flared, and countless petals shot forth.
Mid-flight, they transformed into countless azure wind blades, raining down upon the old man like a storm.
The old man’s face darkened. Without any visible hand seals, the red light around him surged, forming a crimson barrier that shielded him completely.
The wind blades struck like moths to a flame, vanishing into the red light before exploding into bright fireballs and dissipating.
This high-ranking Jiaochi elder’s fire-based cultivation was so domineering that even illusory elemental attacks could be ignited and nullified.
But since the old man was trapped within the sword formation, Han Li’s offensive methods were far from exhausted.
The moment the wind blades proved ineffective, a brilliant azure light erupted in the sky as massive green logs, each as thick as a water vat, materialized and crashed down.
Upon closer inspection, each log was tinged with black, suggesting immense weight.
The old man sneered. With a flick of his sleeve, the red light around him surged upward.
Before the logs could fall more than a dozen zhang, they dissolved into wisps of green smoke and vanished.
“Boy, don’t waste your efforts. If this sword formation were of another attribute, it might trouble me. But a pure wood-attribute formation is useless. Breaking it is as easy as flipping my hand,” the old man barked sharply.
He suddenly formed hand seals, and the red light around him trembled before shooting countless crimson beams in all directions.
The beams struck the azure barrier in flashes, filling the enclosed space with scorching heat. The old man wore a smug expression.
Confident in his fire-based techniques, he expected the wood-attribute barrier to crumble instantly, allowing him to dismantle the formation and swiftly eliminate his unexpectedly troublesome opponent.
A series of muffled *booms* echoed as the barrier was indeed pierced by the beams, the azure lotuses on the verge of collapse.
But then, the old man suddenly felt his surroundings blur—the lotus barrier vanished, and he found himself in an unfamiliar land surrounded by towering trees dozens of zhang tall.
“Illusion!” Despite his vast experience, the old man was genuinely shocked.
Illusions were common in other formations, but they were unheard of in sword formations, which typically prioritized raw power. This was the first time he had encountered one.
However, the old man quickly regained his composure. Forming a hand seal, he summoned a pillar of roaring flames that shot skyward.
He then spat out a white talisman, which dissolved into a white hurricane that merged with the flames.
Instantly, the fire pillar expanded to over ten zhang in diameter, its power overwhelming.
Sitting cross-legged at the pillar’s core, the old man summoned a massive crimson-scaled, green-faced, fanged apparition above his head.
The moment this apparition appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy trembled violently.
Countless five-colored specks of light, each the size of a bean, emerged from the mountains, forests, and vegetation within dozens of li, surging toward the sword formation as if summoned.
The dense rain of light points descended, but as soon as they neared the formation, they were blocked by azure sword beams.
The lights burst into five-colored mist under the flashing swords, but their numbers were overwhelming.
Within moments, the mist grew as thick as liquid, slowing the sword beams until they became sluggish.
At the same time, the old man unleashed his colossal fire pillar, rampaging through the illusory forest.
The phantom trees were instantly reduced to ashes, unable to resist the flames.
Though the trees were mere illusions, the spiritual power sustaining them was the pure wood energy of the swords.
Whether real or not, under such intense fire, they burned away without exception.
Soon, the old man’s surroundings blurred again, revealing the true battlefield.
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