Chapter 1212: Battle of the Star Palace (Twelve)

Only then did I see a burst of azure flame suddenly flare up on the black octagonal hammer, emitting a sinister chill.

Although I do not know what power this fire possesses, one glance tells me it is certainly no ordinary demonic flame.

However, after this hammer was entangled by the green silk sprayed from the Xu Tian Ding, it could not exert the slightest power and was stubbornly trapped in midair. No matter how the azure flames burned, the green silk remained unharmed, showing no fear of this fire.

Han Li paid no heed to the changes above his head; with a shift of his gaze, he had already fixed his eyes on the four streaks of black light shooting toward him.

"Holy Devil?"

Han Li murmured in a voice too low to hear, a faint cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly flicked his sleeve.

Instantly, several thunderclaps rang out unexpectedly, and four massive golden arcs, each as thick as an infant's arm, shot from his sleeve. In a flash, they struck precisely at the four streaks of black light that had just reached before him.

After a few booms, several clusters of blinding golden light burst forth, and in a flash, they swallowed the black light within. These things, phantoms conjured by demonic apparitions, seemed to have met their nemesis in the golden light, melting away like ice and snow in spring sunshine.

It cost Han Li not even the effort to blow away dust!

At that very instant, the azure-colored phantom behind Han Li raised a hand, and a small crimson bow appeared in his grasp, while his other hand merely gave a light pull.

A booming sound immediately rose, and amidst the dazzling red light, countless fire arrows shattered the void and shot forth, blotting out the sky as they streaked toward the demonic creatures opposite.

At this moment, the spiked demonic creature had just steadied its form. Upon seeing the sky-filling fire arrows shooting toward it, it showed no fear whatsoever, merely letting out a great shout as the bone spurs on its body flickered with a faint blood-red light, then suddenly blazed forth, instantly merging into a layer of blood-red light shield that enveloped its body.

As soon as this demon completed its defensive maneuver, the densely packed fire arrows struck the blood-red shield in the blink of an eye.

Countless fire arrows exploded upon the blood shield, crimson flames engulfing the demon entirely within them, the detonations ringing out in a continuous roar, astonishing in their intensity!

Though the demon stood within the flames, it remained unharmed inside the blood shield, and it drew a deep breath, its silver-colored arm sweeping outward as it tried to forcibly part the crimson flames outside the shield.

But just then, a faint thunderclap sounded from the opposite side!

Startled, the demon only then noticed that, at some unknown time, a jade-green arrow threaded with traces of golden arc had silently appeared before its eyes.

Although unaware of what strangeness this arrow possessed, the demon did not hesitate, its body swaying as it prepared to dodge the small arrow to one side.

However, the demon failed to notice that, just as the jade-green arrow reached before its eyes, atop its head, a jet-black, lustrous flying knife slid strangely out of the void, then silently slipped to one side, landing squarely on the skull of the demon as it dodged in that direction.

The demon noticed nothing at all.

As a result, the azure-colored phantom's hand paused on the fire bow, and the sky-filling fire arrows suddenly dissipated and vanished, thus ending the continuous barrage of attacks.

The hedgehog-like demon, having just dodged the jade-green arrow to one side and feeling puzzled, suddenly a black light silently flashed around its neck like lightning, and its triangular head rolled off with a clatter.

The blood-colored shield could not withstand the black light in the slightest!

No wonder, for this demon-marrow flying knife was forged by refining demon marrow, and the demon-marrow drill itself is nothing less than the condensed essence of countless tens of thousands of years of pure demonic aura, so how could it be blocked by a shield formed from the same demonic aura?

To this demon knife, the blood-colored shield might as well not exist.

The humanoid puppet, having a second Nascent Soul in command and needing no orders from Han Li, flashed to the corpse's side the instant the flying knife slew the demon.

It opened its mouth, and immediately a stream of black-colored rosy light flew out, sweeping over the corpse.

As a result, it forcibly drew out a phantom from within—precisely the demonic phantom that had previously been placed inside.

But at this moment, the demonic phantom was dim to the extreme, seeming as if it might dissipate at any moment, yet after being swept by the rosy light transformed from extreme yin demonic aura, it was directly sucked into the humanoid puppet's mouth and taken in by the second Nascent Soul hidden within the puppet.

Such pure demonic aura is, for the second Nascent Soul cultivating extreme yin, by no means a trifling supplement.

After the demonic phantom was sucked away, the headless demon corpse on the ground, upon being blown by a light breeze, turned into flying ash and vanished without a trace.

Immediately, the humanoid puppet flickered and returned to Han Li's side, hands clasped behind its back.

From afar, aside from their different attire, they clearly looked like two Han Lis standing shoulder to shoulder.

And at this moment, Han Li was idly playing with the three-flame treasure fan in his hand, gazing calmly at the opposite side.

"Brother Liu Dao, I have already witnessed your Six Extremes True Devil Art. I wonder if there are any other secret arts or techniques that might let me gain a new perspective. If not, then allow me to send you on your way." Han Li spoke these words with unusual calm.

In the distance, Liu Dao Ji Sheng's complexion had turned somewhat bluish, and his expression was one of utter disbelief.

The two late Nascent Soul-level demonic creatures he regarded as his killing trump cards had actually been so easily slain by the opponent's casual raise of hand—this was truly hard to believe.

Moreover, the opponent's successive use of the three-colored treasure fan, the azure-colored small cauldron, the green-colored wooden ruler, and several other treasures—each possessing astonishing power—aside from the small cauldron possibly being the Xu Tian Ding of legend, the other two he had not the slightest clue about, and the opponent's incarnation technique was profoundly mysterious; relying solely on his own power, he could slay a demonic creature, yet he could not fathom what kind of incarnation secret technique the opponent was using!

His heart sank even further!

How could this be possible? The opponent is at most a late-stage cultivator who has advanced only in the past century or so—how could he possess such inconceivable secret arts and possess so many great treasures?

Although he had never seen a Soul Transformation cultivator, judging by the opponent's displayed abilities, he feared they would not fall short of such a level.

Upon hearing Han Li's words again, the old devil felt a chill run down his back, his pupils constricted, and suddenly he opened his mouth, actually spewing out a face of murky black cloud cloth.

This object flashed quickly, instantly transforming into a mass of black wind that enveloped him.

Then, from within the wind, a sharp, piercing howl immediately rang out; the entire mass of wind trembled, and actually carried the old devil backward in a shooting retreat.

The black wind appeared indistinct and blurry, its escape speed too fast—after a few flickers, it actually trailed a series of afterimages.

Having just seen this wind escape to a certain location, a flicker later, it strangely appeared at an even more distant place. Meanwhile, at the original spot, another mass of black wind still lingered.

Thus, the distant sky seemed to simultaneously host several masses of black wind capable of instantaneous teleportation; in the blink of an eye, they had fled over a hundred zhang away. If an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator were present now, they could only gaze upon this strange escape speed with awe and sigh.

Han Li, naturally not an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator, upon seeing this scene, had a strange expression flicker across his face:

"He actually ran away. This natal magic treasure is indeed excellent for escaping! If it were before, I might indeed have found it somewhat troublesome. But now, hum..."

Han Li drew a deep breath, and as his wind-thunder wings trembled behind him, suddenly thunderclaps resounded, and strands of azure-white electric arcs appeared on the wings, then instantly condensed into rolling thunderballs that fell downward, hovering in the nearby space, and began to flow and shift unpredictably.

Next, with only a slight unfurling of his wings, his body floated up into the air by itself, and he tilted slightly to the side.

At this moment, Han Li gazed into the distance at the old devil, now reduced to a blurred black shadow, snorted coldly through his nose, and then, as he exerted force with his wings behind him, he gave them a strong flap.

Instantly, a great wind rose, stirring all the hovering azure-white thunderballs nearby into motion, and they immediately collided with one another.

The booming sound rose loudly, the azure-white electric arcs burst open simultaneously, then were instantly swept up by the raging wind and all plunged into the double wings.

The surface of the wind-thunder wings immediately became covered with a layer of electric shield; after flapping vigorously a few times, Han Li's figure suddenly shot out from his original position, and in a flash, he vanished as a streak of azure-white electric arc.

After one inhalation and exhalation, the electric arc strangely appeared tens of zhang away, paused slightly, then shot out again, instantly reaching another tens of zhang distant—its escape speed so fast that it actually surpassed the black wind driven by the old devil by about half.

In just a few flickers, this electric arc had caught up to within ten or so zhang behind the black wind ahead.

Even as the electric arc coiled around, Han Li clearly saw, within the black wind, the old devil turning his head back with a look of terror.

As his wings flicked down once more, a clap of thunder rang out, and the azure-white electric arc flashed, appearing before the black wind.

Then the light of electricity gathered, Han Li's figure emerged, and he forcibly blocked the old devil's path forward.

The black【color】gale paused slightly, then immediately changed direction, about to flash past in another direction.

But at this moment, Han Li let out a cold snort, pinched a spell with both hands, and with a 'crackling' sound from within his body, his stature instantly grew several inches, his limbs bulged with muscles, thickening by more than a circle, while a thin golden light appeared on his skin, flashing briefly before vanishing.

He instantly transformed into an extraordinarily burly strongman-like giant—this was the change accompanying the third layer of the Ming Wang Jue.

Han Li's transformation lasted only a moment; raising both hands, a layer of purple【color】flame appeared, and after rubbing them together, a purplish fire blade took shape.

Then, with a strange tremor of the wings behind him, Han Li shot【out】like an arrow.

But as he shot【out】, his body twisted strangely, the wings behind him vibrating at an inconceivable frequency, causing the nearby space to ripple, and he instantly turned into a white thread, vanishing mid-flight.

Seeing this, the old devil in the black gale naturally sensed danger, immediately stopped fleeing, condensed his magic power all over, causing the black wind around his body to surge greatly, and flipped his palm, summoning a crimson shield before him.

Just as he was about to cast a spell to activate the shield, the white thread shot【out】from the empty space above his head, but after a flicker, it vanished into thin air once again.

This time, a great shout from the old devil immediately came from within the black wind.

The crimson shield fell with half an arm strangely attached, the arm half-wrapped in a layer of purple【color】crystalline ice.

The break was smooth and flat, not a drop of blood spilled.

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