Chapter 1455: Abyss Guardians

The blue-green roc shadow glanced at Zhuyinzi in the distance, its wings lightly flapping.

Instantly, four wind pillars burst open, countless blue-green wind blades forming suddenly in the gale, then shooting forth.

For a moment, the entire light barrier was filled with the "hiss-hiss" sound of breaking air, countless blue glints covering the sky and earth.

Seeing Han Li make a move with such astonishing momentum, Zhuyinzi's expression also tightened.

But this person, having such great fame among the Feiling Tribe's holy sons, was certainly not an ordinary one; after taking a deep breath, his wings swelled several times, and he fiercely flapped them a few times.

Red light blazed forth, dense sparks appearing out of nowhere around him.

Immediately, under Zhuyinzi's hand seal activation, they transformed into endless crimson fire arrows, likewise shooting forth.

In terms of momentum, it was actually not inferior to the wind blade attack opposite.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to split in two: one half filled with silvery glints, blue blades faintly visible, the other half blazing with red light, rolling flames.

At the line where they met, a "boom-boom-boom" sound rang out; as blue glints and red light intertwined and flickered, explosions erupted one after another.

The two sides actually reached a stalemate for a moment, with no clear advantage visible.

Seeing this, Han Li's face showed no expression, but his hand seals changed; faint thunder sounds came from his sleeves, and after two thunderclaps, two golden arcs as thick as a bowl shot out from his sleeves, meeting in midair and forming an even thicker golden-colored electric flood dragon.

This electric flood dragon, at Han Li's divine thought, merely shook its head and swayed its tail in a flash, traversing dozens of zhang in an instant, appearing before Zhuyinzi, accompanied by rolling thunder, and lunged downward.

The electric flood dragon's escape speed was so fast it seemed like teleportation; even Zhuyinzi was startled.

Without time to think, he opened his mouth and spat out a streak of red light.

It was actually a crimson red pearl.

With a "boom," the pearl collided with the electric flood dragon, erupting in astonishing light; immediately, spiritual energy churned and rotated, instantly forming a soaring fire pillar, two or three zhang in diameter, with golden threads mixed in the flames, thunderous sounds continuous, a hot wind sweeping in all directions.

Under this power, Zhuyinzi also unconsciously retreated several steps, his gaze immediately turning toward the opposite side.

After a moment of shock, his expression changed drastically.

Opposite was empty—Han Li had actually vanished from his original spot, bringing Lei Lan as he lightly floated toward the ground, about to escape the light barrier.

Enraged, Zhuyinzi raised one hand and pointed a finger at Han Li.

With a "puchi" sound, a red thread flashed and shot forth.

Han Li had long been watching the opponent's movements, already prepared; his brow twitched, and he also extended a finger to point out.

Red light flashed, and likewise a red thread shot out—it was indeed Huo Ling Si!

With a light "papa" sound.

The two red threads flashed in midair and accurately struck each other.

As a result, Han Li's red thread rebounded, its tip vanishing into nothingness for a short segment, while Zhuyinzi's red thread was annihilated and disappeared.

In this brief delay, Han Li and Lei Lan, after a few flashes, appeared among the crowd outside the light barrier.

Nearby Feiling Tribe members avoided a few steps, still not reacting, staring blankly at the two.

"Han brother, you flee without battle—do you not fear damaging your noble reputation?" Zhuyinzi, seeing he could not stop Han Li's departure, raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"We both know in our hearts that deciding victory in a short time is probably impossible. I still bear an important mission; let my sparring with Brother Zhu end here." Han Li glanced back at Zhuyinzi, speaking indifferently.

Immediately spreading his wings, he rose into the air and flew off toward the distance on his own.

After Lei Lan's expression wavered for a moment, she finally stamped her foot and followed suit, departing as well.

Seeing Han Li depart so decisively, Zhuyinzi's expression in the light barrier instantly turned gloomy.

"Master Zhu, should we still pursue them?" Hongsha hesitated slightly, asking from the side.

"Hmph, how to pursue? After leaving the duel arena, no fighting is allowed elsewhere. I didn't expect this person to truly be able to say 'let's go' and walk away after a fight. Although we only exchanged a few blows, at least I now know this person masters wind and thunder divine abilities—this trip was not in vain. Moreover, his small mountain treasure is something I've never seen before; it could even block my Crimson Flame Claw, which is somewhat troublesome—I'll have to find a way to break it when I return." Zhuyinzi coldly snorted and said.

Hongsha, being cautious, naturally agreed verbally.

Thus, the two also descended from midair, joined with Chitian hiding in the crowd, and likewise departed proudly.

Only the other Feiling Tribe members remained, still discussing the recent clash and Han Li's sudden retreat.

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"What's going on? I've repeatedly ordered that once leaving the tribe's territory, no solo action is allowed—how did you still go to the duel arena and fight with the Chiro Tribe?" Jin Yue stared at the bound Yin Shan woman before him, asking coldly.

At this moment, this Tianpeng Tribe great elder sat in the inner hall of the pavilion where Han Li resided, his face as cold as frost.

Shi Lao sat to the side, but his eyes flickered, similarly showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

The person being reprimanded turned deathly pale.

Bai Bi and Han Li stood to one side; Bai Bi lowered his head in silence, slightly uneasy. Han Li's expression remained calm.

Not long after Han Li returned with Lei Lan, Jin Yue and the others immediately learned the details, rushed over, and severely scolded these two holy sons.

Although the responsibility lay with Lei Lan, Bai Bi failed to stop her, so naturally he also shared in the scolding.

"Great Elder, that Chiro Tribe's Hongsha has a Lei Xing Shi in her hand. If I could obtain this item, my future advancement to Ling Shuai would at least increase by thirty percent. Disciple acted foolishly for a moment..." Lei Lan finally muttered.

"Lei Xing Shi! No wonder you were so moved. But this is not a reason for you to act rashly. You should know whether your own cultivation or the life and death of the entire tribe is more important. Remember, to cultivate you two holy sons, the tribe has used countless ling 'yao' crystals, raising your cultivation to this level in such a short time. Otherwise, even with extraordinary talent, you two could not have advanced to Ling Jiang." Jin Yue still spoke angrily.

Lei Lan had nothing to say in reply, a hint of shame appearing on her face.

When the girl wanted to say more, Shi Lao beside her spoke with a light laugh.

"Alright, Jin Elder. Although Lei Lan was a bit reckless this time, fortunately Han Daoist arrived in time and nothing serious happened. By the way, how does Han Daoist view this matter?"

"Nothing much—probably the Chiro Tribe suspects this holy son of mine and wants to test my divine abilities." Han Li smiled slightly and replied.

"Hehe, I've heard Han Daoist exchanged blows with Zhuyinzi, neither at a disadvantage nor entangled further—this is indeed a wise move." Shi Lao spoke in a tone of praise.

"As for the weight of it, I, the junior, still know one or two things." Han Li smiled and said.

"From today on, you three must not leave the pavilion a single step; just quietly wait for the trial to begin. Other matters leave them to us two to handle." Jin Yue sank into contemplation, then gave an unquestionable order.

"Yes, Great Elder!" This time, Bai Bi and Lei Lan naturally obeyed respectfully.

Han Li also clasped his fists, expressing no objection.

Speaking of which, Han Li's status in the Tianpeng Tribe is indeed somewhat peculiar: nominally he joined this tribe and is a holy son, but actually he holds a position similar to a guest elder. Moreover, since the Tianpeng Tribe now needs him, Jin Yue and the other elders treat him with extraordinary courtesy.

After Jin Yue and the two Tianpeng Tribe elders departed, Han Li and the three others followed instructions, closing their door in residence to sit in meditation and cultivate, no longer going out.

After more than ten days, Jin Yue and the other elders of the Flying Spirit Clan gathered daily in the main hall atop Yuhuang Peak, discussing something unknown...

Two months later, above an unusually desolate yellow earth plateau, a flock of thousands of giant flying insects swept past from high altitude.

Amid the cries of the giant flying insects, all were either standing or seated, each a winged humanoid figure.

This was the Flying Spirit Clan party that had set out from Yuhuang Peak, heading toward the entrance of the Abyss.

Han Li and the other Tianpeng Clan members rode several white giant birds, mixed in the middle of the procession.

Although the procession was vast, after such a long flight, very few spoke during the journey.

Han Li also sat cross-legged on the back of a giant bird, silently observing everything around him with his gaze. The entrance to the Abyss was far farther from Yuhuang Peak than he had originally imagined.

Suddenly, a commotion arose among the Flying Spirit Clan members ahead, accompanied by faint cries of alarm from some individuals, and the entire group's escape speed slowed abruptly.

Han Li's expression shifted, and his spiritual sense instantly swept forward.

What he saw was that, a thousand li away, a massive wall had suddenly appeared—bluish-gray in color, three to four hundred zhang high, stretching left and right without end in sight.

On the wall, every hundred zhang or so, stood a pure white pillar.

These pillars were only ten zhang tall, but their surfaces flashed with green light, entirely covered in profound and unusual runic inscriptions, their purpose unknown.

On one side of the wall stood row upon row of pavilions, each about thirty to forty zhang high, densely packed—so many that the eye could see thousands.

Above these pavilions hovered tens of thousands of Flying Spirit Clan members, suspended in midair, silently awaiting their arrival.

Han Li and his Flying Spirit Clan companions gradually approached these people and eventually came to a stop.

"Greetings, elders!" a middle-aged man in blue armor flew out from the crowd, clasping his fists toward them from afar.

"So it's Old Brother Jin Feng on duty this year—what a coincidence. Old Brother Jin, you must have already received our transmitted message, right?" Han Li's side also immediately sent forth several people.

An old woman leaning on a single crutch, a middle-aged man with snow-white hair, and an old man with a tattooed face.

These three were the most powerful elders in the Joint Council of Elders, and the speaker was the middle-aged man.

These three faced the arriving armored man, yet all appeared unusually courteous.

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