Chapter 1044

Han Li and the others had not yet reacted when, amidst the cold laughter of the black-robed woman, a flash of light in the distance vanished instantly, plunging everyone's vision into darkness as they all sank into a murky space.

This Yuan Cha Sacred Ancestor actually activated the spatial divine ability of the Black Wind Banner, resealing the small fragment of space and trapping everyone within it.

The Qing surname youth and others all had their faces change dramatically.

"Quickly transmit and leave!"

"Hey! Where is the person who just transmitted in?"

"The transmission formation has failed and cannot be activated."

A series of startled and angry voices came from all around, and most people began to panic.

Han Li's heart sank; he likewise had not noticed how the person who had transmitted in disappeared without a trace, nor had he seen the other's appearance clearly. But compared to the transmission formation failing, this naturally counted for nothing.

His figure flickered, and he arrived before the transmission formation.

Lin Yinping and Gui Ling were inside the transmission formation, constantly probing this spell formation from all sides, their faces both showing anxious expressions.

"Let me take a look!" Han Li said in a low voice, then raised one hand.

Instantly, a spell seal struck the edge of the formation, but the spiritual light only flickered weakly and then there was no reaction at all.

Han Li's expression turned grim.

At this moment, the Qing surname youth and the Winged Yecha likewise gathered around, though they were not particularly versed in spell formations. Seeing Han Li's expression, the Winged Yecha could not help but ask:

"What's going on? Did the transmission formation malfunction?"

"The transmission formation is fine, but it has been sealed by the spatial power of the Black Wind Banner. Unless we break this space, or the owner of the Black Wind Banner voluntarily lifts this restriction, we cannot transmit out." Han Li gazed at the transmission formation and spoke slowly.

"Break the space? How to break it! Do we have to kill that Yuan Cha Sacred Ancestor? If we possessed this divine ability, why would we need to rush to leave?" The Winged Yecha exclaimed anxiously upon hearing this.

"What use is it for you to tell me this? Fortunately, this demon is currently focused on dealing with the person in the palace, merely trapping us for now and not yet able to attend to us. We should carefully consider and see if we can devise an escape plan. As for complaints, you'd better keep them to yourself." Han Li's eyes flipped, and he replied bluntly.

Upon hearing this, the Winged Yecha flew into a rage, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, but then recalling something, he snorted and forcibly suppressed his anger, his gaze flickering as he pondered.

The Qing surname youth beside him also revealed a look of contemplation.

Lin Yinping and Gui Ling then helplessly walked out of the transmission formation, each with tightly furrowed brows.

Just as Han Li and the others were at a loss within this sealed space, outside the space, the black-robed woman was enveloped by a black wind whirlwind. She glanced at the massive banner in the sky, whose dark mist had greatly diminished, and a faint cold smile appeared on her face.

Aside from the few wind pillars beside her, the surrounding raging winds had gradually subsided. After revealing a scene of chaos, the surroundings gradually became clearly visible.

Although she had exerted her spatial divine ability, allowing the Black Wind Banner's power to be largely occupied, the Nine True Subduing Demon Grand Formation before her eyes had already been destroyed. The remaining power was still sufficient to deal with the Eight Spirit Rulers uncontrolled by anyone. This treasure, though formidable, could only exert so much divine ability relying solely on its own spirit nature, and could at most suppress the wolf souls in the palace without her physical form.

The woman thought thus, her gaze sweeping outward.

She saw the eight spirit beast phantoms continually shattering and dispersing under the tearing of the whirlwind, yet under the divine ability of the Eight Spirit Rulers, they repeatedly recondensed. Though they could not penetrate the whirlwind's interior, she also did not wish to easily leave the protection of the whirlwind.

The black-robed woman expressionlessly shifted her gaze, suddenly looking toward a certain person on the palace. That person, since the magical duel, had remained nearby without leaving, nor dared to make any other movements—the big-headed strange man.

Earlier, the fierce winds under the Black Wind Banner had been ferocious, but the center of the palace remained a safe and unharmed place. This person was indeed unharmed.

The black-robed woman's eyes flashed with strange light, and a pleasant sound came from her mouth:

"Ye Daoist, go fetch the Eight Spirit Rulers for this Sacred Ancestor. Rest assured, I am watching, and I will not let Long Meng Daoist act against you."

Upon hearing this, the strange man's face showed a moment of hesitation, revealing a look of uncertainty.

"What, Daoist, are you afraid this Sacred Ancestor cannot guarantee your safety?" The black-robed woman chuckled lightly, brushed aside the blue silk before her forehead, and casually pointed toward the distant Ye family cultivators.

Those people were currently releasing their body-protecting treasures in place, surrounding the phantom of the white-robed scholar. Upon seeing the black-robed woman's action, they all started in alarm.

A slender jade finger moved!

Yet at the fingertip, not a trace of spiritual light appeared; the black-robed woman seemed merely to be flicking at empty air a few times.

The Ye family cultivators were utterly bewildered. The big-headed strange man, seeing this, was also startled, unaware of the black-robed woman's intent.

"Puff" "Puff" several muffled sounds rang out. The Daoist nun and the old man among the Ye family cultivators had blood-red small flowers mysteriously bloom between their brows, their bodies directly overturning and collapsing. Their body-protecting treasures and protective spiritual light appeared to have had no effect whatsoever.

The remaining square-faced middle-aged man, however, had a white bone ring flash before him, and after a yellow light swayed, he blocked a half-transparent pearl.

This pearl was only thumb-sized, crystal clear and translucent. After being flicked by the yellow light, it exploded with a "Bang!" and vanished. The white-robed scholar phantom surrounded by these people likewise suffered a blow between the brows, its phantom instantly shattering and disappearing.

"Eh?"

"Ah?"

The black-robed woman and the big-headed strange man spoke simultaneously. The black-robed woman expressed surprise, while the strange man was simply startled.

"Moon-Reflecting Ring? No, an imitation!" The black-robed woman murmured, revealing a hint of unexpectedness.

"Sacred Ancestor, what do you mean by this?" The strange man's face darkened instantly.

"What do I mean? Since Ye Daoist does not trust this Sacred Ancestor, I naturally must demonstrate some means to see. What, could these people still have some connection with you?" The black-robed woman glanced casually and spoke indifferently.

"Hmph!" The big-headed strange man snorted coldly, seeming somewhat dissatisfied, yet still said nothing. However, his gaze finally fell upon the spot where the white-robed scholar phantom vanished, and his face again showed some suspicion.

At this moment, the two corpses of the slain Ye family cultivators burst open, and two Nascent Souls flew out in panic, shooting straight toward the square-faced cultivator.

The square-faced cultivator, his face as still as water, drew in the bone rings before him, allowing the two Nascent Souls to enter his sleeves and vanish from sight. Then he released the bone rings again. Throughout this process, he stared unblinkingly at the black-robed woman, fearing she might seize the opportunity to launch another vicious attack.

Whether it was a missed strike, disdain to strike again, or merely wanting to show the big-headed strange man a display of divine ability earlier, the black-robed woman paid no heed to the square-faced cultivator's gathering of the Nascent Souls, but instead continued speaking to the strange man:

"Ye Daoist need only help me gather in these Eight Spirit Rulers, and that will count as lending me a hand. Once we escape this predicament, I will personally infuse you with demonic qi to greatly increase your lifespan. Moreover, when we later deal with that demoness, you may also refrain from acting. Could it be that even this small matter is beyond you, Daoist?"

As she said this, the black-robed woman's jade countenance turned icy cold, her black-and-white clear eyes suddenly veiled with a layer of blood-red, making her appear extremely demonic.

The big-headed strange man's expression changed; he naturally sensed the dissatisfaction of this Yuan Cha Sacred Ancestor incarnation. After pondering, he knew this risk could not be avoided. He gritted his teeth, said nothing, and his form drifted toward the Eight Spirit Rulers.

Just as the big-headed strange man's form began to move, a cold snort of ice-cold sound came from beneath the palace. Suddenly, spatial distortion appeared above his head, and a colossal hand over ten zhang in size emerged, clenched into a fist without mercy, and smashed down like a small mountain toward the strange man.

Feeling the terrifying spiritual pressure from the giant fist, the big-headed strange man was greatly startled and immediately sought to retreat. But at this moment, the black-robed woman let out a light laugh, her jade hand lightly patting toward the palace direction.

With a "Boom!" the giant fist seemed to be struck by something, and it was shaken and flung sideways, immediately scattering into specks of white light.

The big-headed strange man's heart settled, and he immediately ceased hesitating. A flash of escape light turned into a yellow light, shooting straight toward the Eight Spirit Rulers to envelop them.

But this escape light had only shot out over ten zhang when a faint, almost inaudible sigh came from the side. Subsequently, the nearby void flashed with strange light, and a black-red colored strange blade shot out from within, transforming into a sheet of black-red blade light, sweeping straight to slash the strange man.

"Black Blood Blade!"

The big-headed strange man sucked in a breath of cold air and blurted out, without hesitation opening his mouth. A yellow-colored small sword sprayed out from his mouth, transforming into a giant sword several zhang in length. After a brief rotation, it transformed into layers of sword shadows, protecting him within. Then the strange man flipped his wrist once, and a spotless white small bottle appeared in his hand. Facing the incoming blade light as if facing a great enemy, he tipped the bottle's mouth.

A piece of Bai Xia shot out from the bottle, directly meeting the two blade lights in an instant.

As soon as the two made contact, the black-red blade light trembled slightly, tearing the seemingly thick rosy light into fragments. Immediately, the black-red light surged, the blade light condensed toward the center, forming a black-red giant blade several zhang long, aimed at the strange person's head and slashing downward.

The big-headed monster's face showed some alarm; he pinched a seal with both hands, activating the yellow giant sword to block, and at the same time, he shook his sleeve, sending another flying fork transforming into a silver streak shooting into the air.

After the black-red giant blade fell, it was heavily blocked by the sword shadows, pausing slightly, but then a low humming sound arose, and all the sword shadows were shredded like paper scraps, directly striking the main body of the giant sword.

The yellow giant sword let out a mournful cry; at the point of impact with the blade light, a crack instantly appeared on its body.

The monster's face turned pale, and he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of black blood. Fortunately, at that moment, the flying fork arrived just in time, shaking and transforming into a sheet of silver light, hastily assisting the giant sword in resisting the descending slash of the giant blade.

However, it was obvious that even with this exceptional silver fork, the two treasures could not withstand this blade light for long. The big-headed monster's body flashed with spiritual light, and he was about to shoot sideways to evade.

Seeing this scene from afar, the black-robed woman's expression darkened; she flicked a finger at an empty spot in the air above the palace.

Immediately, a muffled groan came from afar, a faint white figure stumbled, and then materialized there.

It was indeed the Great Elder of the Ye family, that white-robed scholar who had been hidden all along.

However, at this moment, his face was expressionless, and a fine blood hole appeared on his chest, located exactly at the heart, yet for some reason he seemed unharmed.

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