The white-haired beauty was struggling to fend off the attacks of two silver rainbows while using her magic power to sustain the restriction above her head, delaying the descent of the black light array. She was utterly unable to fly after him.
Yet, in her fury, she gritted her teeth and suddenly raised her hand, striking out at the green rainbow from a distance.
This momentary distraction caused the light array above her to drop by several feet.
Startled, the beauty had no time to check the result of her attack. She hastily urged the strange hammer in the air, intensifying the green flames spewing from the skulls, barely halting the array’s descent once more.
Meanwhile, Han Li, who was about to cross dozens of feet with his green rainbow and reach the exit of the hall, suddenly paled. His escape light wavered, abruptly changing direction as he veered sideways.
A ghostly gray claw, as wide as ten feet, materialized in the air where he had just been, its black fingers wreathed in green flames. The claw slashed down with lightning speed, distorting the surrounding air in its wake.
Had Han Li not reacted swiftly, he would have been caught.
However, despite its immense power, the ghostly claw could only strike once. After missing its target, it dissipated with a soft *pop*.
Relieved, Han Li was about to make a final dash for the exit when a shrill screech echoed behind him.
The sound was so fast that, as it rang out, a sharp gust of wind was already at his back.
His expression darkened. His escape light blurred as he shot sideways, reappearing several feet away.
A streak of emerald light whistled past where he had been, vanishing instantly.
Without turning back, Han Li formed a hand seal with one hand and flicked his sleeve with the other.
A golden radiance erupted behind him, revealing a three-headed, six-armed golden phantom. The six arms lashed backward in unison, unleashing six fist shadows that merged into a golden gale.
Simultaneously, over a dozen orbs shot from his sleeve, transforming into swirling green lights that shot forward.
At the same time, Han Li pushed his *Vajra Devilish Arts* to the limit. Golden scales, as if forged from pure gold, covered his body, while black mist coiled around him, forming a layer of dark armor.
As soon as the black armor appeared, thunder rumbled once more, and a golden robe draped over him.
In an instant, Han Li had fortified himself with three layers of protection.
Only then did he relax slightly and glance back.
Before he could see anything clearly, a deafening explosion erupted behind him, followed by a shockwave.
Thirty feet away, a golden and green hurricane surged into the sky, within which a shadowy green figure could be faintly seen.
Blue light flashed in Han Li’s eyes as he activated his spirit vision, finally discerning the figure’s true form.
His expression turned incredulous.
“Impossible!” he blurted out.
The figure swept its sleeves, forcibly parting the hurricane and stepping out. However, the dozen green lights had already reached its face.
With a cold snort, the figure flicked its sleeve, releasing a wave of light to repel the seemingly insignificant green orbs.
But it had gravely underestimated their power.
The moment the light touched them, the green orbs swelled to the size of cartwheels and rolled toward the figure.
Thunder roared as the orbs exploded, forming patches of green lightning clouds. Runes churned within, instantly trapping the unprepared figure.
Startled, the figure’s body shimmered with spiritual light as the phantom of a verdant tree emerged around it, shielding it from the violent lightning.
Within the storm, the figure glared coldly at Han Li.
It was none other than Mu Qing, who should have perished.
Somehow, she had used a substitution technique to survive the *Five Dragon Guillotine* and had been hiding nearby, unharmed.
But when Han Li appeared and attempted to flee, she could no longer restrain herself and struck—only to be momentarily careless and ensnared by the green lightning clouds.
Though the clouds couldn’t kill her, they prevented her from moving.
Han Li felt a chill under her gaze but swiftly appeared beneath the hall’s entrance.
A swirl of green light carried the unconscious Yuan Yao and Yan Li.
With a quick motion, he summoned the light toward him, catching one woman in each arm.
Taking a deep breath, thunder roared behind him as his wings unfurled, ready to soar out of this perilous place.
But then, another anomaly struck.
Space rippled beside him as a burst of bloody mist erupted, accompanied by eerie laughter. A crimson hand, reeking of blood, shot from the void and grabbed at Han Li.
The hand appeared so abruptly, almost touching him.
No matter how agile Han Li was, evasion was impossible. His face paled as golden light flared around him, relying on his defenses to endure the blow.
With a thunderous *boom*, the bloody fingers tore through the golden robe and black armor, clamping onto Han Li’s shoulder.
Clearly, the attacker sought to capture, not kill.
But they had underestimated the resilience of Han Li’s golden scales. Though the blood flames annihilated the robe, the fingers merely slid off the scales, unable to pierce his skin.
Still, the impact sent Han Li staggering, nearly knocking him off balance.
Yet his unnatural agility allowed him to twist mid-air, vanishing as a phantom before the blood claw could strike again.
Nearby, a crimson figure emerged from the bloody mist—a blood puppet, its attire eerily familiar.
This puppet was far more formidable than the two Han Li had slain before, rivaling a Body Integration cultivator.
In the distance, the purple-blooded puppet, while fending off the *Five Dragon Guillotine* with beams of bloody light, suddenly turned its six eyes toward Han Li with a chilling gaze—utterly devoid of subservience.
Unaware of this, Han Li knew only that he couldn’t afford to be delayed.
If any of the demon kings inside—Mu Qing included—regained their freedom, escape would be impossible.
Moreover, the golden array sealing the green pool rumbled ominously, signaling that the dreaded Six-Legged Demon would soon break free.
At that moment, the blood puppet turned, locking its emotionless gaze on Han Li and slowly raising its hands.
Bloody talons flickered on its fingers.
Han Li’s heart chilled, but he let out a low shout. His figure blurred, splitting into multiple phantoms that scattered in all directions, each carrying two women.
The puppet’s crimson eyes flashed as it instantly locked onto one phantom skimming the ground. With a sinister laugh, it vanished in a bloody haze.
The next instant, it reappeared beside the targeted phantom, slashing with countless bloody claw shadows.
The phantom was Han Li himself. Unfazed by the deception’s failure, he calmly raised one hand, summoning a black mountain that swelled before him, while his other sleeve shot out a pair of green scissors.
Though the puppet’s claws were fearsome, they couldn’t grasp the *Magnetic Divine Mountain*.
Bloody explosions rippled across the mountain’s surface, but it held firm.
The puppet’s eyes flickered with surprise.
Meanwhile, the green scissors transformed into two thunderous azure dragons, entwining toward the puppet.
This was the *Thunder Dragon Scissors* of the Skywing Tribe.
Expressionless, the puppet raised its arms, attempting to seize the dragons bare-handed.
A strange glint crossed Han Li’s face as he stepped back.
His wings flared, and with a burst of cyan light, he, Yuan Yao, and Yan Li vanished as a crystalline thread.
The puppet roared, switching from grabbing to slamming its palms.
Two bloody waves repelled the dragons, but before it could pursue, golden sword energy and twin blade beams erupted from below, slashing upward.
Startled, the puppet dodged sideways, barely evading the ambush.
Below stood two golden-armored figures—one wielding a spear, the other twin blades—their faces expressionless.
The puppet glanced up just in time to see Han Li reappear at the exit, shooting out as a green streak.
With a cold snort, the puppet moved to chase, but the two armored figures blurred, flanking it instantly.
One’s spear morphed into a golden serpent, while the other’s blades unleashed a storm of golden wind blades.
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