Upon hearing this, the Demonic Soul unexpectedly did not fly into a rage as Han Li had anticipated. Instead, its pair of silver-white eyes narrowed abruptly, sweeping coldly over the sword shadows before Han Li, the purple firebird, and the Blood Devil Sword before its gaze gradually turned icy.
Han Li, in turn, stared back coldly without a word, his Wind and Thunder Wings slowly emerging behind him as his mana surged rapidly through his body.
At that moment, a tremendous explosion echoed from afar, startling both Han Li and the Demonic Soul, who instinctively glanced in its direction.
There, flashes of light flickered as several differently colored orbs burst through a black barrier. The barrier collapsed in an instant, revealing the original forms of the three demonic treasures—a ring, a small sword, and a banner—though their demonic radiance had dimmed considerably, as if severely damaged.
While the Demonic Soul had been wholly focused on Han Li, it had underestimated the three silver-haired elders.
Though they were only early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, each was battle-hardened. Through some secret technique, they had managed to break the restraints on their treasures in a short time.
However, having witnessed the Demonic Soul’s eerie and unpredictable movements, they were naturally too shocked to approach Han Li directly. Instead, they controlled their magic treasures from a distance, hoping to provide some distraction. They understood clearly that Han Li was the main force against this demonic entity—if he fell, they would be doomed as well.
Han Li was inwardly delighted by their assistance. If they could buy him time to set up his sword formation, it would be even better.
With this thought, he couldn’t help but glance at the Demonic Soul across from him.
The Demonic Soul observed the incoming treasures and then Han Li, its demonic head’s eyes flickering before it suddenly grinned sinisterly and moved. A blur of afterimages later, it vanished from its original spot.
Han Li’s heart stirred, and he quickly scanned the area with his spiritual sight, only to immediately pale in shock.
“Watch out!” he shouted, not wasting another word as he activated his divine sense. The scattered giant tortoise puppets raised their necks, firing continuous blue beams toward the silver-haired elder’s surroundings.
The silver-haired elder and Tianjing Zhenren were no novices. With Han Li’s warning and having already witnessed the Demonic Soul’s bizarre movement technique, they instantly realized the demon had abandoned Han Li and was now targeting them.
Horrified, they could only inwardly lament their misfortune.
Having failed to quickly subdue Han Li—especially after he produced the Blood Devil Sword—and now facing harassment from the three elders, the Demonic Soul decided to eliminate the other nuisances first before dealing with the isolated Han Li.
Over a dozen thick beams exploded around the three Nascent Soul cultivators, releasing a chilling mist.
A shadow flickered, and the Demonic Soul reappeared mere dozens of feet away from Tianjing Zhenren and the others. Despite their vigilance, the speed of its movement left them pale with shock.
Fortunately, the three reacted swiftly. Senior Brother Cheng and the other elder raised their hands—one unleashing a barrage of talismans, the other summoning a fiery red fox from his sleeve. Meanwhile, Tianjing Zhenren formed a hand seal, and the two demonic puppets behind him lunged forward alongside the fox, shielded by the talismans.
The talismans transformed into a sea of fire clouds outside the barrier, while the fox leaped into the flames, vanishing instantly—a rare spirit beast skilled in fire evasion.
The Demonic Soul watched as the two formidable puppets charged at it, its four hands rubbing together with a piercing screech before two blinding black orbs materialized between its palms.
With a flick of its fingers, the orbs split into four, each hand gripping one before shaking them into four bizarre black blades.
These blades, no longer than two feet, curved from tip to base like ox-horn daggers. Yet, their entire forms vibrated incessantly, distorting the surrounding space with an unending, eerie hum.
Unnoticed, however, was the human-faced head behind the demonic one, its expression twisting in pain before turning deathly pale, as if drained of blood. Meanwhile, the demonic head grew even fiercer, its four blades flashing as it shot toward a pale-green puppet like an arrow.
The puppet, fearless, spewed a torrent of gray Yin Qi from its mouth, forming a misty wave. Simultaneously, its fingers fired ten icy threads into the mist, while the crimson puppet beside it unleashed a scarlet beam from its hands.
Above, the fire clouds rolled toward the Demonic Soul, trapping it in a three-pronged assault.
The Demonic Soul’s four blades flicked lightly, releasing four crescent-shaped slashes that crossed midair into two massive black crosses, hurtling toward the puppets.
Yet this momentary pause gave the fire fox an opening. A flaming claw, several feet wide, suddenly descended from the clouds, its sickle-like nails aiming for the demonic head’s crown.
At the same time, the icy threads and scarlet beam shot from the mist toward the Demonic Soul’s body.
The demon’s four arms blurred, its blades churning into a rolling black sphere. The threads and beam barely touched it before being shredded apart with a mournful cry.
Seeing this, the flaming claw hesitated in fear, attempting to retract—but too late. A crescent slash severed it midair, sending bloody chunks tumbling down.
A shrill cry echoed from the fire clouds.
The Demonic Soul licked the fox blood splattered on its face, its expression savage before vanishing once more, reappearing in the heart of the fire clouds. The clouds churned violently, raining down severed limbs and blood.
The trio inside the barrier gaped in shock, the unfamiliar elder—the fox’s master—visibly pained.
With another eerie grin, the Demonic Soul disappeared again. Black flashes erupted in the gray mist, followed by two thunderous explosions.
Tianjing Zhenren, personally controlling the puppets, turned deathly pale. Without hesitation, he waved his sleeve, summoning a gale that scattered the mist, revealing only the shattered remains of his puppets—the Demonic Soul nowhere in sight.
Now even Tianjing Zhenren had no time to mourn his puppets. The three hastily scanned their surroundings, retrieving more treasures from their storage pouches.
A spatial disturbance rippled nearby as a towering black mountain, dozens of feet high, materialized before crashing down. Han Li, seeing the dire situation, had teleported his Thousandfold Mountain ancient treasure to aid them.
But before it could land, black light flickered in the empty space, revealing the Demonic Soul, its expression frigid.
Raising all four arms, it merged its blades into a single massive black saber, roaring like thunder. Without hesitation, it slashed upward at the mountain’s base, releasing a thin, silent black arc.
A blinding light erupted at the mountain’s base, the entire structure trembling violently before splitting cleanly down the middle. The two halves plummeted to the ground.
Without pause, the Demonic Soul raised its saber again, eyeing the trio’s multiple barriers with malice. Another slash sent a sinister black arc toward them.
The silver-haired elder and Tianjing Zhenren turned ashen, knowing their defenses couldn’t withstand such an attack. Exchanging horrified glances, they burst into three streaks of light, fleeing in different directions—one toward Han Li, the other two toward Wei Wuyang.
Han Li, still busy finalizing his Great Geng Sword Formation, inwardly cursed. With the Demonic Soul’s terrifying speed, splitting up was a death sentence.
Unable to intervene directly, he rapidly formed hand seals while directing the giant tortoises to fire their ice spikes. He didn’t expect to harm the demon—only to buy the trio a sliver of time to escape.
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