Chapter 574

On the small island, Han Li, inside the silver light barrier, tilted his head back and dripped a drop of spirit liquid into his mouth. He then looked at the small bottle in his hand, revealing a contemplative expression. 【Web】

This was already the fifth drop of spirit liquid he had dripped. The golden light outside the barrier showed no signs of weakening, but the golden flames at the very edge were smaller than when they began. It seemed that after such a long period of consumption, the other party was beginning to fail. Presumably, in another moment, it would be time for him to escape.

Thinking of this, a flash of white light appeared in Han Li's hand, and he calmly tucked the small bottle into his storage pouch. At the same time, he looked up at the overcast clouds in the sky, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

He naturally saw the green pillar of light from earlier and the strange changes in the sky. That pillar of light had come from the direction of the small valley; it seemed to have been caused by Yuan Yao's spellcasting. Although he did not know the detailed situation over there, the sight of the dark clouds pressing down did not look like the Soul-Returning Ritual was complete.

These thoughts flashed through Han Li's mind one by one before he quickly cast them to the back of his head. Before escaping from the golden light, he was barely able to look after himself, so he naturally would not dwell on this matter.

Now, after he exhaled softly, the various magic treasures within his body began to stir, and at the same time, the silver wings on his back that had originally vanished appeared once more, flickering in and out of existence.

Wen Wen Tianren, floating above the golden flames, no longer possessed the smug expression he had when he first trapped Han Li. Instead, his face was ashen, covered by a layer of faint black Qi. The golden horn between his brows was only one-third the size it had been yesterday, having become only an inch long.

Now, this descendant of the Six Paths had a face so gloomy it was frightening. His heart was filled with both shock and rage, accompanied by a trace of hidden fear.

No one knew the power of these Golden Light Divine Flames better than he, the master of the magic treasure.

When he first said the other party could hold out for an hour under the golden flames, it was actually an exaggeration. According to his true thoughts, the other party would have been hard-pressed to last even half an hour.

In this way, although he would lose some vitality, it would be worth it to eliminate this major threat.

But after half an hour, the other party showed no movement within the golden flames, which surprised him slightly.

By the time an hour had passed and the other party's aura had not yet vanished, a look of shock appeared on his face.

After two hours, with Han Li's light barrier remaining as it was, Wen Wen Tianren felt a thorough sense of unease.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to be doing something foolish. The other party was simply not afraid of exhausting their magic power in a stalemate with him.

It was obvious that either the other party was carrying something that could accelerate the recovery of magic power, or there was some other mystery involved.

And as far as he knew, the only thing that could rapidly recover magic power was the exceptionally rare Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid. Could the other party really be carrying such a thing?

Wen Wen Tianren quickly guessed the truth!

But now, he was already riding a tiger and could not get off. First, most of his True Devil Incarnation had been destroyed, and then he had spared no essence to use the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror. His cultivation base had now dropped significantly.

If he let Han Li out to fight head-on, his chances of winning would definitely not be high.

However, Wen Wen Tianren also knew well that an item as heaven-defying as Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid was not something an ordinary cultivator could carry much of.

So, hardening his heart, he continued to burn his true essence to use these golden flames to refine Han Li.

He was willing to risk having to go into seclusion for twenty or thirty years to recover his vitality after returning, just to use these Golden Light Divine Flames to exhaust the other party's spirit medicine and refine them into ash.

And this stalemate had lasted until now.

During this period, every quarter-hour that passed made this descendant of the Six Paths' expression turn a shade more livid.

By now, the silver light barrier within the golden flames remained exceptionally solid, showing not the slightest sign of collapsing.

And Wen Wen Tianren himself could not maintain it for much longer.

Now, he could only rack his brains to find another way to escape his current predicament. The appearance of that green pillar of light earlier had stirred his heart, and he vaguely had an idea.

"Zi Ling! Go to the place he came from and capture his companion for me. That person should be at a critical stage of spellcasting and have no power to resist." Wen Wen Tianren licked his somewhat dry lips and suddenly commanded Fairy Zi Ling in the distance coldly. The gentle and scholarly demeanor he had previously shown the young girl had vanished completely, replaced by a trace of ferocious and sinister intent.

Upon hearing this, Fairy Zi Ling, who had been staying in place, had her expression change slightly.

This spell battle was truly challenging this woman's reason again and again. She had originally thought Han Li would not last long in the golden flames, but now, a night had passed, and Han Li was safe and sound, while Wen Wen Tianren had fallen into a dilemma. This left the woman feeling horrified!

Now that Wen Wen Tianren's words had reached Zi Ling's ears, she, being extremely intelligent, was startled at first, then understood the other party's intention.

This Young Master of the Anti-Star Alliance intended to use the person casting the spell to threaten Han Li, forcing him to be afraid of harming the rat to save the vase!

Presumably, since Han Li was willing to act as their protector, their friendship should be quite deep.

However, this also meant that this descendant of the Six Paths, who had always considered himself superior, had truly reached the end of his rope, to the point of using such underhanded tactics.

Zi Ling's expression returned to its cold state, and she did not act according to his words.

Seeing this, Wen Wen Tianren had a cold light flash in his eyes, and his voice became sinister.

"What? Do you think that because my cultivation has dropped, you can disobey my orders? Or was joining this alliance too reluctant for you, and you want to defect? But don't forget! This alliance now dominates more than half of the Chaotic Star Sea. Where can you, a mere early-stage Core Formation cultivator, escape to? Just obediently listen to my instructions. I can pretend your earlier disobedience never happened and not pursue it." Wen Wen Tianren's words were both soft and hard. Fairy Zi Ling's expression changed, and she turned her head to look at the mass of golden flames, hesitating in her heart.

Just as the woman had not yet made her choice, escape lights flew in from the distant sky. When they were closer, Zi Ling and Wen Wen Tianren recognized the group of female cultivators escorting the beast carriage almost simultaneously.

Wen Wen Tianren was overjoyed at the sight, while Fairy Zi Ling felt a bitter smile in her heart.

These Foundation Establishment female cultivators didn't count for much at first, but their arrival now was a huge help to Wen Wen Tianren!

But before the bitter smile on Fairy Zi Ling's lips could disappear,

In the sky opposite the female cultivators, over a dozen other escape lights flew over. They were of various colors and strengths.

These people arrived right on the heels of the female cultivators.

At this moment, they looked at everything in the arena and the beautiful female cultivators who were about to salute Wen Wen Tianren in astonishment, unable to help but stir slightly, then looked at each other, none of them speaking.

Seeing this, Wen Wen Tianren revealed a trace of ferocity.

He sneered and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed, and he looked toward the side of the island, a look of shock and suspicion appearing on his face.

The others, seeing this, felt it was inexplicable, and some looked in the same direction with puzzled expressions.

"What is that ghost thing?" After one glance, a person immediately cried out in alarm.

They saw that in the direction they had flown from, a black line that stretched beyond the horizon was rapidly surging over from the surface of the sea. Its speed was unbelievable.

"It's Ghost Fog?" In just a moment, another person roared in terror, immediately driving their escape light to turn and flee.

At this time, the others finally saw clearly; what kind of black line was that? It was clearly a sea of ink-colored fog that stretched beyond the horizon, surging toward this place as if it were alive.

Immediately, the other cultivators were in chaos; no longer caring about anything else, they all transformed into escape lights of various colors and scattered in a panic.

Wen Wen Tianren and Zi Ling revealed expressions of horror.

Subsequently, Zi Ling stomped her foot without hesitation, transforming into a red light and breaking through the air.

Wen Wen Tianren looked at the golden flames below with a nervous expression. After a cold light flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and sprayed a large mouthful of essence blood onto the golden flames, which immediately surged by thirty percent.

Only then did golden light flash around Wen Wen Tianren, and he transformed into a golden rainbow and flew away from this place. The group of female cultivators followed closely behind, fleeing in their escape lights.

But just at this moment, an incredible scene occurred.

The cultivators who had flown out first, not far away, suddenly fell headfirst like birds struck by arrows, crashing onto the island.

The same situation happened to Wen Wen Tianren's team of handmaidens. Their figures were equally unstable, and they fell from the sky with faces pale with fright.

Their flying magic tools seemed to have lost all their spirituality in this instant.

Fairy Zi Ling and Wen Wen Tianren only managed to fly a moment longer. At the edge of the small island, the escape light around their bodies inexplicably vanished, and they fell into the deep sea.

At the same time, the mass of golden flames left in place flickered a few times before extinguishing completely, revealing the original form of the eight small mirrors and exposing the silver light barrier inside.

As soon as this light barrier was revealed, it made a "puchi" sound, transformed into tiny specks of light, and collapsed on its own.

Revealing Han Li, who had a face full of shock inside!

He had already taken in the plight of the others, but before the shocked and uncertain Han Li could figure out what had happened,

His entire body's spiritual energy stagnated, and he was unable to summon even a trace of magic power, falling from the high sky just like a mortal.

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