Chapter 1958: Blocking the Enemy

Han Li naturally had long discovered that the Blood Light Saint Ancestor was chasing closely behind. Feeling a jolt, he had already urged his magic power to the limit, and the roc he had transformed into flapped its four wings frantically.

But the speed of the small boat driven by the Blood Light Saint Ancestor was the most astonishing flying treasure Han Li had ever seen in his life.

With its two pairs of crystal wings vibrating, the small boat followed far behind, and he couldn't widen the distance by even a bit, which made Han Li feel extremely helpless.

Was he really going to have to fight this Blood Light Saint Ancestor incarnation?

Not to mention whether the other party had other powerful divine abilities, the two treasures in their hands alone could be called unfathomable! He had absolutely no confidence that he could block them.

But at this moment, he was locked onto by the other party's spiritual sense. Unless he could escape tens of thousands of li away in one breath, he would never be able to truly shake them off.

Han Li flew and escaped while his thoughts turned rapidly, secretly pondering countermeasures.

Seeing that after a few flashes he passed over a mountain range, the roc suddenly let out a low cry, and over a thousand silver feathers shot out from its body. In a flash, they transformed into formation flags.

With a flash of five-colored light, the formation flags and talismans vanished into the mountain range below.

Although the roc did this, its escape speed wasn't affected in the slightest. After successive flashes, it escaped from this small mountain range and vanished at the end of the horizon again.

A short while later, at the other end of the horizon, a blood thread appeared, and the sound of breaking air appeared over the mountain range. A blood-red small boat appeared in the sky.

On this boat, there were three identical youths standing with cold expressions.

The one in front narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.

The two behind had their eyes closed, their hands forming seals.

The blood-red small boat blurred, about to plunge into the void amidst the flashing blood light.

Just then, over a thousand light beams sprayed out from the mountain range below. Amidst the flashing five-colored light, a giant formation was formed over the mountain range.

The blood-red small boat, which was about to escape, felt the air nearby become exceptionally sticky, and it was submerged into the power of the formation.

"Hmph, a mere temporary formation wants to trap me!" The bloody youth in front, seeing this, didn't change his expression, but let out a cold laugh.

Then, the other youth standing behind him relaxed his hand seal, opened his eyes, and spat out a ball of black light.

In the black light, a small tripod appeared and disappeared, it was the Purple Word Tripod!

"Break!"

The youth who spat out the purple tripod patted the tripod lightly with one hand, and gave a low shout expressionlessly.

Suddenly, the tripod flared with light, its size swelling wildly until it transformed into over ten zhang in size.

Then, with a hum, a black rune about a zhang wide flew out from the tripod, spun, and transformed into a black hurricane that rolled outward.

The black gale was like a surging giant wave, carrying power that was hard to believe. As it rolled outward, the entire sky trembled.

The giant formation only resisted for a few moments before tearing apart like paper, finally collapsing and vanishing into countless spiritual lights.

The purple giant tripod flickered, shrinking instantly and vanishing into the youth's body as a ball of black light.

The youth let out a long breath and closed his eyes again, forming a seal.

The bloody youth in front, seeing this, laughed wildly, and the blood-red small boat shot out like a light thread again.

The process of being blocked had taken only a few breaths of time.

At the same time, Han Li, who was flying wildly, also felt the connection in the void vanish.

His eyes flashed with shock!

How could this be! This set of Thousand-Wonderful Sea Cloud Formation tools could already display eighty percent of the formation's power, yet it couldn't stop the old demon for even half a moment.

Han Li was shocked, and his heart sank even deeper.

After a short while, the giant roc flapped its wings violently, and over a hundred more feathers shot out.

These feathers shot out, transformed into talismans of various colors, and vanished into the void in a flash.

Only two silver talismans remained floating in place.

One flashed with silver light, suddenly transforming into a golden-armored warrior holding a giant golden sword, floating there with his head held high.

The other silver talisman transformed into a faint golden shadow, flashed behind the warrior, and strangely vanished.

The giant roc itself didn't stop in the slightest, and after a few flashes, it vanished at the end of the horizon again.

Looking from afar, it seemed as if only this warrior was standing there quietly.

Not long after, ripples appeared in the space in the distance, and the blood-red small boat flickered and appeared in the nearby void.

The bloody youth in front, seeing this, was first stunned, but after examining the golden warrior, a cold laugh appeared again.

"This human brat knows quite a bit? Actually refining such a high-stage shadow puppet. But this thing is vulnerable to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth standing at the back of the boat opened his eyes, and without a word, raised one hand, throwing out a seven-colored small tower.

After a flash, a seven-colored tower shadow several thousand zhang tall appeared above the golden warrior and covered it downward.

The warrior was expressionless, but the giant golden sword in its hand slashed fiercely at the high sky without showing weakness.

A thunderous roar rang out.

A golden sword light over a hundred zhang long slashed at the bottom of the tower shadow, but vanished like a stone into the sea.

The giant tower shadow fell, and countless seven-colored light mists surged out, submerging the golden warrior inside.

When the sky full of light receded and the tower shadow returned to a seven-colored small tower, the warrior had vanished.

The youth who had deployed the tower beckoned with one hand, retracting the small tower.

The bloody youth in front laughed wildly, and the blood-red small boat moved, shooting forward like a blood thread.

But as the blood thread flashed past the void where the warrior had been taken, silver light suddenly flashed in front of him, and another golden warrior appeared silently. With both hands forming a seal, a blurry dharma image with three heads and six arms appeared behind it. As its six arms waved simultaneously, six balls of giant golden light smashed down directly at the boat.

Before it even hit the boat, a terrifying power that was somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange rolled over.

"True Demon Dharma Image! This is impossible!"

Receiving the attack, the youth in front, who had been indifferent, was shocked and gasped.

But the youth behind him didn't hesitate, flipped one hand, and a small purple tripod appeared. After a pat, a layer of purple light mist appeared, protecting the entire boat inside.

The six balls of golden light hit the purple screen, but after a few muffled sounds, they were absorbed by the screen in a flash.

But this delay caused the blood-red small boat to pause in the void.

The youth in front, although still shocked, reacted. His face sank, and he raised his arm, drawing a strange circle in front of him.

"Puff!" A white, hazy hole appeared in front of the boat. Blood light flashed, and a python-like phantom shot out, piercing through the golden warrior's body in a flash, then coiling and tightening.

An irresistible giant force descended on the warrior.

A muffled sound!

The golden warrior didn't even have time to urge the dharma image behind it before it exploded instantly, transforming into silver light and vanishing.

The three-headed, six-armed dharma image behind it also collapsed with a crisp sound.

The bloody youth in front let out a cold snort, and his eyes flashed, intending to urge the boat to escape again, but his face changed and he raised his head violently.

He saw that above the boat, light mist was rolling, and a piece of palace architecture appeared and disappeared.

It was the Nine-Palace Heaven-Dry Talisman Han Li had quietly deployed!

The palace architecture released ten thousand zhang of light the moment the youth discovered it, about to fall and trap the blood-red small boat in the barrier.

The last youth, however, threw out the seven-colored treasure tower again.

Suddenly, a giant tower shadow stood above his head, actually blocking the piece of solemn palace architecture in mid-air, unable to fall.

Then, the youth chanted, spat out a ball of essence blood, and shouted the word "Collect."

In an instant, seven-colored light mist rolled up from the top of the tower, and with a roll, it actually took the entire palace architecture phantom into the light mist.

The light receded, the giant tower shadow vanished, and the seven-colored small tower fell back into the youth's hand.

The youth in front felt relieved, and with a wild laugh, urged the blood boat to escape.

At Yitian City, all the barriers outside the giant wall were finally broken by the demons, and nearly half of the city wall had fallen. Countless demon knights and demon beasts surged into Yitian City like a tide.

And those one hundred and eight refined gold warriors still floated in the high sky motionless, actually just phantoms condensed by ingenious formations.

When this was finally discovered by the human guards not long ago, their morale plummeted to the extreme again, and they fled in defeat.

At this moment, on a nameless mountain several hundred li away from Yitian City, nearly a thousand men, women, and children in uniform clothing were looking toward the direction of Yitian City, which was already suppressed by rolling demon energy.

Some clenched their hands, some showed sorrow, and others showed undisguised luck.

Although their expressions were different, they were all silent, seemingly well-trained.

And in front of this group, a pale-faced cyan-robed middle-aged man was also looking in the same direction with a complex expression.

It was the Supreme Elder of Yitian City, the "Azure Dragon Venerable" who had originally fled back to the city!

"Let's go, the situation of Yitian City being broken can no longer be saved. You are the seeds of our four major sects. As long as you survive the Demon Tribulation in Sky Abyss City, our four major sects will have a day of resurgence. There's no time to lose, let's set off immediately." The Azure Dragon Venerable turned his head and instructed the cultivators in a deep voice.

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