Chapter 1565

Even if he could not see what lay beyond the silk, he knew he had surely been drawn into a black hole; otherwise, such a strange phenomenon would not have appeared.

In desperation, Han Li slapped his brow with one hand.

Instantly, black light flashed there, and a dark, gloomy eyeball emerged.

This was Han Li's Destructive Law Eye, cultivated painstakingly over many years.

Since ordinary attacks had no effect on this silk, he could only try this esoteric divine power specialized in breaking restrictions.

Han Li's quick thinking in desperation clearly paid off.

Only then did he see a black 'color' light pillar as thick as a finger spray out from the Destructive Law Eye; the seemingly indestructible blood 'color' silk was merely pierced and shattered in a flash.

Following this, the thin light pillar swept across, and an opening about a zhang in size was instantly torn open.

Obtaining this so easily, Han Li, who had been eager to see what lay within, was first stunned, then overjoyed.

Without hesitation, he flapped his wings behind him and shot out of the silk in a flash.

As the spiritual light retracted, Han Li's form appeared in the black hole, his wings fluttering lightly without cease.

This was not due to any escape technique; it was solely relying on the flight power of the Wind Thunder Wings themselves that allowed him to hover motionless in midair.

Otherwise, he would have immediately plunged straight down into the depths of the black hole.

However, a chorus of ghostly wails and wolf howls erupted from all around, as countless blood 'color' phantoms surged forward in a frenzy.

Han Li's face 'color' darkened, and he clenched both hands into fists.

Thunder roared loudly. Countless golden 'color' arcs of electricity sprang from his hands.

These golden arcs were unusually thick and large, far surpassing his previous Divine Thunder of Repelling Evil.

This was an additional unexpected benefit brought by the sword technique he practiced; the newly refined flying sword had not only absorbed all the spiritual energy of the Jin Leizhu, but also taken the Divine Thunder of Repelling Evil contained within it for his own use.

As a result, besides refining the flying sword's attribute 'color' to the extreme, the contained Divine Thunder of Repelling Evil had increased greatly in both quantity and power.

Now, when driven by Han Li, it naturally appeared unstoppable!

With a rumbling explosion, under the flashing of vast golden 'color' lightning, the blood 'color' phantoms rushing forward were all scattered apart. However, the number of blood phantoms was truly too great, seemingly endless, as they fearlessly surged toward Han Li's frenzied onslaught. Some with slightly solidified forms even opened their mouths, spewing forth clouds of bloody stench that shot straight to the heavens, directly piercing the electric net formed by the Divine Thunder of Repelling Evil and reaching Han Li's vicinity.

However, these blood threads were blocked by the illusory sword light suddenly released when Han Li pinched a seal with both hands.

Amid the flashing green light, the blood threads were broken inch by inch, crushed into powder.

At this moment, the rumbling sound emitted by the blood 'color' formation surged wildly into Han Li's ears, and the spatial fluctuations appearing in the black hole grew increasingly intense.

Scanning his surroundings with his gaze, Han Li understood the unknown danger he faced.

His face 'color' changed drastically as he flapped his wings behind him, instantly flashing to the edge of the black hole, intending to fly outward.

With a muffled "bang" sound.

Han Li's figure staggered, as if he had struck an invisible wall, and was bounced back by a layer of transparent restriction.

After frantically flapping his wings several times, Han Li stabilized his form, naturally becoming filled with shock and anger.

Just as he intended to flick his form and immediately unleash a great divine power to break this restriction, a tremendous suction force suddenly erupted from the depths of the black hole!

The force was so great that Han Li could barely resist being pulled back to his original position in an instant, and without the slightest pause, he continued to be inverted and shot uncontrollably.

Han Li's face 'color' changed dramatically, his heart filled with shock, which was easy to imagine!

The blood 'color' formation trembled more and more violently, its surface already blurred into a haze, becoming gradually transparent, as if it might vanish at any moment.

Though this all sounds lengthy, it took only a few breaths.

Han Li, trapped by the suction in the black hole, in desperation, released all his divine powers at once without any hesitation, only hoping to temporarily break free.

In that instant, golden 'color' halos, gray 'color' glows, five 'color' flames, golden 'color' lightning arcs, and countless green 'color' sword lights burst forth simultaneously around Han Li.

The power of so many divine powers unleashed together can easily be imagined!

Only then did one sees clusters of various 'color' flames rising and falling, completely submerging Han Li's form within them.

Even if the suction were even stronger, in that instant it loosened slightly.

Han Li rejoiced, about to immediately fly out of the black hole, when the surrounding blood phantoms suddenly let out a mournful cry, followed by consecutive "thud-thud" muffled sounds; under a strange force, they simultaneously exploded and dispersed, turning into streams of blood 'color' glow.

These glows instantly vanished into the depths of the black hole without a trace.

Han Li immediately felt the surrounding scene 'color' blur, and a strangely familiar sensation welled up in his heart—this was exactly the feeling he had experienced countless times before when about to be transported away.

"Not good"

Although Han Li did not know where he would be transported to, he could guess it would certainly be a most unfavorable place.

Immediately, the black light of the Destructive Law Eye between his brows flared brightly, spraying out a black 'color' light pillar.

The dark light flashed, and the light pillar instantly vanished into the surroundings. After the blurred scene slightly condensed, it returned to its original state.

Han Li's face 'color' turned iron-blue, the black light between his brows piercingly bright as black light shot wildly in all directions; simultaneously, the three-headed, six-armed dharma manifestation appearing above his head had all six arms waving wildly, with golden 'color' light flashing, attempting to interrupt the transportation.

However, the humming sound in the black hole grew loud, and all attacks vanished in a flash without leaving a trace, producing no noticeable effect.

Clearly, this transportation was unlike any he had seen before, utterly unaffected by these attacks.

Han Li's heart sank, a feeling of helplessness rising for the first time, while simultaneously, he secretly felt something strange.

According to past experience, when the surroundings blurred, he should have been transported away in the next moment; yet the process before him was taking far too long!

Just as Han Li was greatly alarmed and his thoughts raced, he suddenly felt a sharp, needle-like pain in the hand grasping the Xuantian fruit, as if pierced by a sharp object.

He started, hastily lowering his head.

Only then did he discover that, having driven the Fan Sheng True Devil Technique to its extreme, his golden, radiant palm had been pierced at some point by a tiny hole, from which bright red blood 'color' fluid flowed out; and where his palm had originally held the Xuantian fruit, a sharp, extraordinarily pointed wooden thorn had protruded, its surface stained with blood, clearly the culprit.

One must know that Han Li's physical body was tougher than ordinary magical treasures by several degrees, and with the forced operation of the Fan Sheng True Devil Technique, his palm's toughness now far surpassed usual by several degrees.

Yet under these circumstances, he was easily pierced by a tiny wooden thorn—if he had not seen it himself, he would hardly believe it.

Witnessing the abnormality of the Xuantian fruit, Han Li's face 'color' showed surprise and doubt; before he could cast a spell to stop the bleeding, the Xuantian fruit flashed with white light, and his essence blood was instantly sucked into its skin. Then came a clear ringing sound from within the fruit, shooting straight beyond the nine heavens.

The next moment, Han Li's face 'color' changed drastically; suddenly, as if bitten by a snake, his wrist trembled, trying to throw the Xuantian fruit away. But this object seemed as if glued dead to his palm, utterly unmoving.

Han Li's face 'color' instantly turned deathly pale.

He only felt his essence blood flowing along the small hole in his palm into the Xuantian fruit in a frenzy; despite desperately activating the hand seal, he could not stop it in the slightest.

The essence blood within his body was lost by two-thirds in the blink of an eye before it finally stopped.

Such a massive loss of essence blood—only Han Li's extraordinarily strong constitution could endure it; an ordinary cultivator would have immediately collapsed from weakness. That said, if another cultivator's essence blood were used, the Profound Heaven Fruit would likely have sucked the person dry like a mummy and still not be satisfied.

At this moment, the Profound Heaven Fruit's originally pale yellow skin turned bright red in an instant. Then, the emerald-green floral patterns on its surface writhed and transformed into countless unknown profound runes, each the size of a grain of rice, densely covering it.

At the same time, countless five-colored light points appeared around Han Li's body, swarming toward the Profound Heaven Fruit like moths to a flame.

With a "puchi" sound, a flash of emerald light at one end of the Profound Heaven Fruit suddenly shot out a foot-long, hazy sword blade.

This sword blade was brilliantly emerald, its surface smooth as a mirror, yet at its center, a row of five strange emerald runes was inscribed in a straight line.

Meanwhile, the original Profound Heaven Fruit had now become the hilt of this sword, which Han Li could grip perfectly with one hand.

All of this left Han Li somewhat stunned.

But just as the sword appeared, the external blood-light grand formation seemed to be stimulated by something; after a thunderous earth-shaking roar, the entire formation, along with the black hole at its center, violently trembled and then vanished into thin air.

At the same time, Han Li, inside the black hole, felt his blurred surroundings dissipate, his vision filling with blood-red light, and he was immediately overwhelmed by a dizzying sensation of the world spinning.

Startled, Han Li almost instinctively shook the sword hilt in his hand wildly, swinging the sword aimlessly in a wild slash...

In a place countless miles away, atop a massive altar reeking of foul stench and shrouded in blood-red mist, more than a dozen shadowy figures appeared. Beneath their feet, a colossal formation flickered with faint blood-light.

Upon closer inspection, one could discover.

The formation's shape and appearance were identical to the blood-colored formation that had previously appeared above Han Li's head.

And beneath the altar, there was indeed a giant lake filled with blood-red liquid. From afar, the lake's surface seemed boundless, its end invisible to the eye.

Floating in this lake were countless white bone remnants—various species, various sizes—densely covering the surface, evoking a feeling of bone-chilling horror.

"Impossible, the Profound Heaven Treasure! I already sensed its presence, and I clearly summoned it back!" A voice of shocking anger rang out suddenly from one of the figures on the altar, utter disbelief etched on their face.

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