The demonic soul hadn’t expected the giant sword to be a Golden Lightning Bamboo treasure and was startled. However, with its eerie evasion speed, a flash of black light later, its figure appeared over ten zhang away, naturally causing the giant sword to slash empty air.
Once the demon stopped, its expression darkened abruptly. Rubbing its four palms together, two more black energy spheres emerged. With a flicker of black light, the two spheres transformed into two black spears, buzzing loudly.
The demon bit the tip of its tongue with its fangs, and with two “pfft” sounds, spat out two mouthfuls of essence blood, striking the black spears. Instantly, the two spears trembled slightly before turning blood-red. After spitting out the essence blood, both of the demon’s heads showed signs of exhaustion, as if this technique had drained a significant amount of its vitality.
The azure giant sword reappeared above the demon’s head and slashed down once more.
This time, without hesitation, the demon swung its four arms, hurling the two blood spears directly at the giant sword. A flash of crimson later, two deafening explosions erupted, accompanied by wild arcs of golden lightning. Surprisingly, the two spears did not dissipate under the Divine Annihilation Lightning and instead struck the giant sword squarely.
The result was a long, mournful cry from the giant sword as it was knocked back several zhang, tumbling multiple times in midair. The spiritual light on its surface flickered violently before dimming drastically.
Han Li, who was controlling the giant sword from afar, flushed crimson, but after a flicker of green qi, his expression returned to normal. The sword’s spiritual essence had been damaged, and since his mind was linked to it, he naturally suffered some backlash. Fortunately, his divine sense was exceptionally strong, and this minor damage had no real impact on him.
However, Han Li dared not delay any longer. Pointing into the distance, the giant sword buzzed before disintegrating into dozens of azure streaks, swiftly returning to him.
“Trying to escape? Leave those flying swords behind first!” the demonic soul roared sharply upon seeing the swords retreat. It then beckoned to the two blood spears, which transformed into two massive crimson hands in a flash of light, chasing after the swords with a howl.
Having seen Han Li recklessly release multiple Golden Lightning Bamboo treasures, the demon had no intention of letting him retrieve them so easily. The demon itself spun rapidly, spewing copious amounts of demonic qi before transforming into a dark cloud, chasing after Han Li at breakneck speed.
Han Li inwardly rejoiced but maintained a calm expression, showing no outward signs of emotion.
The silver-haired elder beside him, however, grew restless. With a flip of his hand, a small yellow sword appeared in his grasp, ready to assist Han Li.
“Senior Brother Cheng, no need to act yet. Wait until the demon is trapped before making your move!” Before the elder could even activate his sword, Han Li’s voice transmitted into his ears. The elder paused, glancing around before realization dawned on him. He immediately halted his actions, feeling greatly reassured.
Meanwhile, the two crimson hands in the distance were clearly much faster than the flying swords. The azure sword beams had only flown a short distance before the hands caught up to them.
Just as the two hands suddenly expanded several times in size, attempting to snatch the swords, Han Li calmly formed a hand seal. The seemingly scattered swords emitted a clear chime before suddenly connecting their spiritual power as one, transforming into a streak of azure radiance that shot through the air. Their speed instantly doubled.
The two crimson hands naturally grasped at empty air. In the blink of an eye, the azure swords flew back to Han Li’s head, circling above him.
The demonic soul within the dark cloud was furious—Han Li’s actions had clearly been a deliberate taunt. With a grim expression, it summoned the two crimson hands back. The blood light flashed as the hands transformed into two long blood-colored blades, landing in its grasp.
A shrill screech erupted from the demon as a vast expanse of demonic qi, spanning over ten zhang, surged toward Han Li without warning. Simultaneously, the demon’s figure flickered and vanished into the demonic qi, concealing itself.
Faced with the oppressive demonic qi, Han Li frowned but raised both hands. Golden lightning arcs shot from his arms, forming an electric net that intercepted the demonic qi. His eyes flickered with blue light as he subtly scanned his surroundings.
Yet, moments later, a trace of surprise crossed Han Li’s face—the demon was nowhere to be found. He abruptly looked up, but the sky was equally empty.
Han Li froze for a moment, stroking his chin, before his expression suddenly changed. Realizing something, he grabbed the silver-haired elder’s arm and, without a word, transformed into an azure streak, retreating rapidly.
At that very moment, two streaks of blood light flashed and vanished at the spot where Han Li had stood, shooting skyward. The demonic soul then reappeared several zhang below, both heads wearing expressions of astonishment. This ambush had been a near-certain kill in its mind.
Han Li inwardly cursed the demon’s treachery—it had actually attacked from below. Had he reacted even a fraction slower, even his Spirit Eyes wouldn’t have saved him from being bisected. He had no illusions that the thin three-colored insect armor beneath his robe and his meager protective spiritual light could truly block the demon’s blade.
The silver-haired elder beside him was drenched in cold sweat, his face filled with lingering fear.
The demonic soul stood still, observing Han Li’s alarmed expression before its eyes rolled sinisterly. With a chilling laugh, it transformed into a streak of black light and shot forward. Han Li, however, merely chuckled.
The black light had barely traveled a few zhang when a golden radiance bloomed before it. An inconspicuous golden thread appeared, flashing toward the black light.
A soft “clang” rang out as the golden thread paused momentarily before the black light—the two blood blades had blocked it. But then, with a muffled thud, the black light was abruptly repelled over a zhang away, revealing the demon’s staggering figure. Both heads wore expressions of shock.
The golden thread vanished in a flash—Han Li had finally activated the Great Geng Sword Formation, successfully luring the demon into the array.
Han Li immediately formed a hand seal, connecting his divine sense to all the sword beams before activating the entire formation. A bizarre scene unfolded.
Countless golden threads, shimmering with an eerie radiance, flickered in and out of existence around them. Their movements were silent and erratic, slowly converging toward the center.
The demon’s face twisted in fury—it now realized it had fallen into Han Li’s trap, trapped within an unknown restriction. Enraged, it swung its twin blades, sending intersecting crimson slashes toward Han Li’s position.
Dozens of golden threads flickered into existence, slicing the blood light into countless fragments that dissipated into motes of spiritual light.
The demon froze, its front head adopting a grave expression before it snorted coldly. It merged the two blood blades into one, forming a massive crimson saber. Gripping it with all four arms, it swung slowly yet with terrifying force in one direction. The blade erupted with blinding crimson light, unleashing a crescent-shaped slash several zhang long—its momentum was truly fearsome!
The colossal slash severed multiple golden threads, advancing over ten zhang before encountering an increasingly dense web of threads. After cleaving through a few more feet, the slash finally dimmed and collapsed.
The demon was now thoroughly alarmed.
Meanwhile, the golden threads from all directions continued their relentless advance, tightening the noose. Having used the Great Geng Sword Formation once before, Han Li now manipulated it with far greater proficiency.
The silver-haired elder watched in awe, never imagining Han Li possessed such unfathomable power.
The demon at the center attempted multiple escape techniques—transforming into faint black mist, then into slender black threads—but without exception, the golden threads blocked every attempt.
It even split its massive blade into four slender, bizarre sabers, spinning them into a crimson sphere to shield itself before making another desperate charge. The result was worse—the golden threads were not only razor-sharp but also imbued with tremendous force. Were it not for the crimson blades temporarily resisting the threads, the demon would have already been diced to pieces.
As the sword formation contracted, the golden threads drew ever closer, leaving the demon with only a few zhang of space to maneuver. Finally, unable to endure any longer, both heads threw back and let out a piercing howl—one deep and resonant, the other high-pitched and eerie.
Han Li frowned slightly, unsure of the demon’s intentions, when suddenly, another identical howl echoed from the hundred-zhang-wide demonic flames in the distance. A massive figure shot out from the flames, racing toward them at breakneck speed.
Enveloped in pitch-black demonic fire, a similarly two-headed, four-armed demonic entity—standing six to seven zhang tall—flickered in and out of view within the flames. Its speed was astonishing, covering a thousand li in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it was less than a hundred zhang away.
Han Li’s expression darkened drastically.
“Junior Brother! Our reinforcements have arrived!” the silver-haired elder suddenly exclaimed joyfully.
Han Li was taken aback, his gaze sweeping toward the distance. On both horizons, flashes of light appeared—two groups of cultivators were approaching simultaneously.
This development instantly quelled Han Li’s fleeting thought of escape. Glancing at the trapped demon and then at the rapidly approaching second demon, he made a swift decision. Pointing at the purple firebird circling above him, he sent it soaring toward the oncoming ancient demon.
Meanwhile, he flipped his palm, summoning the Blood Devil Sword he had previously stored away. In his other hand, a blood-red talisman materialized, its surface writhing with a crimson flood dragon—the painstakingly crafted Spirit Subduing Talisman.
Though he had used this talisman briefly during the border war, it had only consumed a third of its power. Without hesitation, Han Li slapped the talisman onto his body.
A flash of crimson light later, the talisman vanished, replaced by a colossal flood dragon phantom over ten zhang tall, its entire body blood-red—the true form of the eighth-grade Poison Flood Dragon.
The phantom threw back its head and released a heaven-shaking roar, causing the very skies to tremble. Both the approaching ancient demon and the trapped demonic soul were visibly startled by the sound.
The silver-haired elder was utterly dumbstruck.
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