Chapter 2027

However, now he had exhausted more than half of his magic power, his combat strength reduced to the extreme, and he immediately didn't bother that this place was still on the battlefield, raising his hand to release a yellowish futon and sitting cross-legged on it.

Han Li made a hand seal with both hands and actually began to cultivate and regulate his breath with his eyes closed.

Although the pills he had just taken had prevented the danger of exploding from backlash, in such haste it was naturally impossible to fully refine and absorb them, and a terrifying amount of medicinal power had accumulated in his body.

If not promptly and forcibly suppressed, the consequences would naturally be unimaginable.

Fortunately, the formation protected the surroundings, and after the Leopard Qilin Beast flashed once, it reappeared beside him, guarding his hair, so for the time being he didn't need to worry about any unexpected interference.

After a short while, a layer of golden light appeared on Han Li's body, flowing and shifting uncertainly.

Han Li, who possessed it, transformed into a motionless golden war god.

Suddenly, his hand seal changed, and his fingers shot out from his chest like a spinning wheel.

With a sound of breaking air, more than a dozen fine silver threads flashed and vanished without a trace.

They were more than a dozen silver needles as fine as hair, which he cast into his body with a spell, using secret technique power to seal some vital points in his meridians.

Then, with a shake of his sleeve, another dozen or so talismans of various colors flew out, and after circling once, they shot toward Han Li.

"Puff puff" several times!

These talismans exploded into clusters of flame, then turned into more than a dozen large talisman illusions, which flashed and sank into his body, disappearing without a trace.

Han Li let out a muffled groan, a faint golden light flashed on his face, his aura rose slightly, and then immediately stabilized.

After waiting a moment, he exhaled lightly and finally opened his eyes.

"At last I have temporarily suppressed it, though I don't know how the situation is on the other side. I hope those two haven't met with any mishap." Han Li took back the futon, stood up immediately, and muttered two sentences under his breath.

His eyes flashed, and he glanced toward a certain direction.

If I'm not mistaken, Master Jin Yue and the other two should still be fiercely battling the incarnation of the Blood Light Holy Ancestor.

After Han Li pondered briefly, just as he was about to take other action, suddenly the space violently trembled, followed by a tremendous roar like mountains collapsing and earth splitting!

The sky and the surrounding light curtains instantly shattered inch by inch, and the entire spatial formation was actually shattered by someone using immense supernatural power.

Thirty-six male cultivators staggered out of the void, some spitting blood, some having their bodies explode on their own, and the formation tools before them were scattered by backlash.

Han Li's complexion changed slightly, his gaze focused, and he looked toward a certain area that suddenly appeared nearby.

There, he saw a huge blood-red crystal skeleton roaring and rampaging.

This giant skeleton was over a hundred zhang tall, and had taken the form of three heads and six arms, each of its six large hands holding a black staff-like weapon.

As these six demonic weapons were waved together, they stirred up gusts of demonic wind, within the black air countless blades and spears seemed to rage wildly.

On top of the skeleton's massive skull, a blood-robed youth made a hand seal with one hand and supported a black seal with the other, standing there with eyes slightly closed, as if exerting all his strength to drive the skeleton beneath him.

On the opposite side, the silver-haired old master and Master Jin Yue were in an extremely disheveled state.

One had his golden kasaya torn into several pieces, and a shocking blood-red handprint appeared on his chest, over a chi deep, as if half his ribs had been reduced to powder, yet strangely no trace of blood had seeped out.

The other had his hair bun scattered down, his complexion abnormally pale, and in his hand a seven-colored feather fan, its light now extremely dim.

Both had several treasures orbiting and dancing before them, forming layers of light curtains to protect themselves, but under the impact of the demonic wind, they swayed precariously, flashing erratically, as if they could no longer hold up at any moment.

This blood-red skeleton obviously possessed such terrifying power; evidently, the spatial restriction just now had also been forcibly shattered by it.

Han Li saw all this, his eyes sinking slightly.

The strength of this final incarnation of the Blood Light Holy Ancestor seemed far greater than he had expected.

But his face showed no expression at all, merely moving his palm slightly within his sleeve.

Instantly, a faint spiritual light flashed, and an object was grasped in his palm by five fingers.

With the disappearance of the restriction, naturally the three still fighting over there also immediately saw Han Li's situation on this side.

Their expressions, however, were vastly different.

The silver-haired old master and Master Jin Yue were both delighted and surprised, while the blood-robed youth showed an expression of uncertain astonishment.

After all, from when they parted with Han Li's demonic horde, only a short time had passed. Yet now Han Li stood there unharmed, while that demonic horde leader had vanished without a trace.

The blood-robed youth knew well how formidable the demonic horde leader was; even if he himself acted personally, he had no confidence in killing him, so he naturally refused to believe Han Li could have slain the demonic horde leader in such a short time, and immediately his eyes darted back and forth without cease.

"Daoist Han, hurry and act. We will join forces to oppose this wretch. Eh, how has your aura become so weak? Oh no……"

The young man in the school robe there swept his divine sense several times toward Han Li's side, and after failing to sense the demonic horde leader's aura, the blood-red skeleton beneath him suddenly changed the direction of its magical weapon and wildly struck at the void where Han Li stood.

A demonic wind howled forth, within the rolling black wind cold light flickered, and vaguely there appeared thousands of illusory blades and spears and various magical weapons.

Evidently this incarnation of the Holy Ancestor had likewise detected Han Li's weakened aura, harbored ill intent, and regardless of everything gave Han Li a fierce blow.

With the astonishing momentum this attack exuded, if Han Li were to meet it head-on now, it would truly not be an easy matter.

Yet his face showed not the slightest trace of panic, merely tossing out an object from his sleeve lightly.

After a mournful strange cry, a black iron ring was thrown out, and from it gushed forth countless golden flowers.

These golden flowers spun in midair, and amidst the wild flashing and shifting, they turned into a golden beetle only the size of a fist.

Numbering over ten thousand.

Each one shone with golden light, their form ferocious and extraordinary, exactly those mature gold-devouring insects.

Although Han Li's physical body and magic power were greatly insufficient, his divine sense was powerful and undiminished, so at this moment he could still control these gold-devouring insects with ease.

And these gold-devouring insects, upon his seal's activation, instantly buzzed and turned into a golden cloud blocking before Han Li.

Then Han Li pointed a finger into the void, and after the golden mist condensed, it actually turned into a huge shield shining with golden light.

At this moment, a gust of demonic wind from afar swept up countless blades and struck the shield.

With a "Boom—rumble" of continuous thunderous noise, the shield's surface cracked repeatedly, yet it remained as solid as gold and soup. Though the demonic wind seemed mighty, it was actually completely blocked.

Seeing this, the blood-robed youth in the distance slightly changed his complexion, but before he could employ any other supernatural power, Han Li on the opposite side let out a low shout, raised his hand and pointed toward him, uttering the word "go".

"Bang!"

The golden shield instantly disintegrated, and the ten thousand golden beetles buzzed and shot out, turning into a rolling golden cloud that, after a few sweeps, arrived right before the blood-red skeleton.

"Not good, it's a swarm of gold-devouring insects!"

The blood-robed youth's eyes swept wildly through the insect swarm, and after suddenly recalling something, his complexion drastically changed and he let out a loud shout.

After the skeleton beneath him wildly waved the magic weapon in his hand a few times, it suddenly hurled it fiercely, and a flashing black 'color' giant python formed from it shot straight toward the insect cloud.

As for the blood-robed youth himself, he hastily stomped his feet on the skeleton beneath him, and a blood-'color' gale erupted, sweeping him and the skeleton together into it as they rolled swiftly away into the distance.

"Boom—rumble" several loud sounds.

The six black 'color' giant pythons plunged into the golden 'color' insect cloud, and after just a few flashes, they instantly vanished without a trace.

As the insect swarm condensed, it suddenly transformed into a golden 'color' giant eagle; with a spread of its wings, it immediately became a thick golden light, pursuing the blood-'color' gale at an unimaginable speed.

The silver-haired elder and Jin Yue Chan Master witnessed all this, their expressions naturally shifting from shock to joy.

"Quickly use that thing—now is the perfect opportunity!" the silver-haired elder suddenly growled in a low voice.

"I too have this intention," Jin Yue Chan Master said, a flash of cold light in his eyes, agreeing without hesitation.

After exchanging glances, they simultaneously flipped their palms, each carefully taking out half of a silk handkerchief.

The handkerchief was scorched yellow to an extreme degree, its surface bearing some dirty-looking rune inscriptions, appearing utterly tattered.

Yet the elder and the monk regarded the object in their hands with utmost importance; as soon as Fang Yi produced it, he immediately chanted solemnly while murmuring incantations, then violently flung the handkerchief toward the direction the blood-robed youth had fled.

Two clusters of gray light rose into the air, circled once, then converged toward the center, actually merging into one to form a hazy gray Taiji diagram, which then flashed and vanished from sight.

The sky darkened instantly, countless black clouds appearing in midair; following a thunderclap, the clouds parted, and a Taiji illusion resembling a small city descended from above, completely covering the area of a thousand mu below.

Whether the blood-robed youth frantically fleeing or other demon tribe members caught within the illusion on the battlefield, all felt their bodies sink and their movements suddenly become sluggish and slow.

However, such restraint meant nothing to those of demon lord level and above; though startled, they merely needed to channel their internal magic power to endure it effortlessly.

As for the blood-robed youth, even as the nearby blood wind swirled around him, his escape speed remained unimpeded, and he continued rolling swiftly away.

But just then, the silver-haired elder and Jin Yue Chan Master both raised their hands toward the sky, pointing solemnly, and began chanting incantations in unison.

A deep, resonant chant suddenly echoed throughout the battlefield without cease.

In the next instant, the enormous Taiji illusion flashed with light and suddenly shrank, centering on the blood-robed youth to a size of approximately several mu.

Innumerable five-'color' symbols surged forth from within, causing the Taiji illusion to blaze with blinding light, as if completely transformed into pure light.

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