Chapter 547

The venomous dragon roared, its body blazing with bloodlight, ready to act against Han Li.

But almost simultaneously, the beast's face turned pale with shock; with a loud thud, it knelt on both knees, helplessly watching its body swell and distort, unable to move or speak.

"Die!"

Seeing this, Feng Xi's face flashed with luminous fury as he shouted.

In an instant, his figure vanished from where he stood, reappearing like a ghost behind Han Li; he raised one hand, and with a sharp whoosh, it transformed into a black claw, driving down hard.

His movement was faster than lightning; though Han Li had been on high alert, he could not keep pace. He could only desperately twist his body to one side, heart pounding with panic.

A clear clang rang out.

Han Li was flung backward as if struck by immense force, shooting over ten zhang away; after several stumbling steps, he barely managed to steady himself.

Struck solidly by a ninth-level beast's claw, Han Li had not been disemboweled or pierced through the heart.

The beast cultivator Feng Xi also froze for a moment; after a flash of murderous intent, his gaze locked onto the torn fabric on Han Li's back.

There, patches of silvery-white scales were exposed—most of them shattered by his strike, revealing beneath them a pitch-black, gleaming garment.

"Inner armor?" Feng Xi was taken aback, but sneered and without another word, turned into a breeze and vanished.

This inner armor had withstood his blow—it was clearly a top-tier divine treasure. But next time, it would not save the man's life.

Han Li, too, silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Had that claw struck his head, he would already be a corpse.

And this Imperial Scale Armor worn by the bearded man was truly an extraordinary treasure—capable of withstanding a single strike from a ninth-level beast.

With the precious moment gained, Han Li steadied himself and without hesitation, surged forth with both emerald and golden light; emerald radiance blazed, golden arcs danced wildly, forming a magnificent Green Origin Sword Shield.

Simultaneously, he raised both hands, and over twenty emerald sword lights erupted from his body, instantly forming a second layer of defense within the shield.

No sooner had he finished than Feng Xi's tall, gaunt figure appeared before Han Li.

The beast's face was dark with fury; his eyes flashed coldly, and he opened his mouth—revealing a blinding white light surging forth.

Han Li's expression changed instantly; he cursed inwardly.

This old beast was attacking directly with his beast core—he had no confidence at all in resisting it.

Just as Han Li's heart sank, Feng Xi closed his mouth, suddenly staggered several steps, his face turning ghastly, and he lost his balance.

Han Li, startled, immediately noticed the beast's body trembling slightly, his abdomen rising and falling unevenly.

Though this old beast's cultivation base far surpassed the other two, the herbal potency had finally taken effect.

Han Li rejoiced, and without mercy, pointed at him; over twenty Green Bamboo Wasp Cloud Swords surged forth in a swarm, slashing and stabbing wildly around the beast.

Moments later, the smile on Han Li's face froze.

Though the Wind Ripper writhed in agony, kneeling on one knee and clutching his abdomen, a faint white light radiated from his body—no matter how fiercely the swords struck, not a single one could pierce the barrier.

Moreover, the beast cultivator could still barely lift his head to glare at Han Li; though unable to speak, his eyes brimmed with venomous hatred.

Han Li's heart sank at the sight, but after a moment's thought, he concluded the beast must possess some protective treasure.

Otherwise, given the depth of his hatred, even a sliver of magical power would have been used to crush Han Li on the spot.

Realizing this, Han Li felt slightly reassured; his hands moved swiftly to form a spell, and instantly, twenty-four flying swords shot upward.

In the blink of an eye, two brilliant emerald lights exploded in midair, revealing two massive emerald swords, several zhang long, radiating chilling frost.

Han Li's eyes flashed with unusual light; without a word, he spat out two clouds of emerald qi, each striking one of the giant swords.

Upon contact, the swords blazed with radiant light; with a soft hum, they descended one after another, charging toward the Wind Ripper within the white light.

Two thunderous crashes echoed.

The giant swords slammed into the white light; emerald and white radiance interwove—but the two swords only pushed the barrier down a few inches before being violently repelled.

Seeing this, Han Li stood frozen in place.

On Feng Xi's face, however, a mocking smile appeared.

Seeing that expression, Han Li was startled; only then did he notice that though the beast still writhed in pain and could not move, his abdomen kept swelling and contracting, while his limbs and head showed no abnormal changes.

This old beast was forcibly suppressing the herbal potency.

Han Li's face changed; suddenly remembering something, he whirled to look at the other two beasts.

The sight before him sent a chill through his heart.

The venomous dragon and the tortoise beast, both eighth-level, still swelled in body—but their heads and limbs had shrunk slightly since the beginning.

The wild surge of spiritual energy around them clearly indicated they, too, were suppressing the herbal effect; only their cultivation base was far weaker than the Wind Ripper's, so the suppression was progressing slowly.

Han Li had no time to think further; he pointed at the two giant swords, which instantly transformed into twin emerald streaks, slashing toward the two beasts.

Since these swords could not harm the Wind Ripper, better to eliminate the other two first!

Then, with grim resolve, Han Li slapped his spirit beast pouch; countless Gold-Biting Larvae surged out, and at his low murmur, they swarmed the white light like a sky-covering tide.

Seeing so many Gold-Biting Larvae appear, the Wind Ripper's eyes flickered with surprise.

But the next instant, countless flying insects wrapped the white light in layer upon layer, beginning to gnaw at it.

At that moment, the two giant swords had already struck the giant tortoise and venomous dragon.

The two beasts' faces changed, but they could not move an inch—only helplessly watched the emerald sword light strike their bodies.

A barrage of clangs rang out; under the giant swords' furious strikes, the two beasts remained utterly unharmed.

Han Li stood there, dumbfounded.

"How is this possible? The Wind Ripper has a treasure to protect him, so he can withstand the flying swords. But these two beasts—the swords struck their flesh directly, yet still caused no damage! Are eighth-level beasts' bodies truly this hard?"

When Han Li came to his senses, he certainly did not give up.

He pointed at the two giant swords; two thick golden lightning arcs shot out, striking the beasts' flesh with full force.

Struck by such powerful Divine Exorcism Lightning, the venomous dragon and tortoise grimaced in pain—but soon recovered, unharmed. Their gazes toward Han Li, however, grew even more murderous.

No doubt, the first thing they'd do once free would be to tear Han Li to shreds.

Han Li was truly unnerved.

He turned his head to check his swarm of Gold-Biting Larvae; with a flick of his spiritual sense, all the insects rose into the air, revealing the Wind Ripper beneath.

Though the white light had dimmed slightly, the beast remained unharmed within it; the barrier was so formidable—even thousands of Gold-Biting Larvae gnawing together had barely weakened it.

The beast's protective treasure was truly terrifyingly powerful.

Just as Han Li hesitated whether to continue having the larvae gnaw, the Wind Ripper, Feng Xi, suddenly spoke.

"Human! Do you truly believe a mere Core Formation cultivator can harm our Form Transformation race? Wait a little longer—I'll make you wish you were dead." The beast spoke slowly, each word strained, his face filled with ferocity; though his voice was eerily calm, the malice within was unmistakable.

"Hmph! Is that so?" Han Li, hearing the threat, grew suddenly calm.

Without hesitation, he pointed at the swarm in midair; thousands of Gold-Biting Larvae buzzed loudly, changed direction, and surged toward the other two beasts.

Meanwhile, the two giant swords plunged straight at the white barrier above.

"Stop! What are you doing, you fool? Do you want to be hunted down for life by the dragon clans of the sea? The Wind-Thunder Wings aren't finished yet! If you take them now, all your work is wasted! Besides, only Wind and Thunder energy can activate these spirit wings—what use would they be to you?" Feng Xi, seeing Han Li's move, finally panicked, his expression shifting to fury as he shouted.

Han Li sneered, showing no sign of stopping; in moments, the swarm landed on the two beasts, and the barrier trembled violently under the twin swords' relentless strikes.

After all, this barrier was meant only for alchemy—it was never designed for strong defense.

Seeing this, the Wind Ripper's emerald eyes turned blood-red, but trapped by the internal poison, he had no recourse.

Instantly, the venomous dragon let out a deafening, earth-shaking scream.

A burst of crimson bloodlight exploded within the swarm; as the Gold-Biting Larvae touched the blood, yellow smoke rose, and they dissolved into black sludge.

This bloodlight was incredibly poisonous.

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