Chapter 575: Dark Encounter

On the small island, Han Li in the silver light shield raised his head and dripped a drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth, then looked at the small bottle in his hand, revealing a look of contemplation.

This was already the fifth drop of spiritual liquid he had dripped. The golden light outside the light shield didn't show any signs of weakening, but the golden flames on the outermost layer were smaller than at the beginning. It seemed that after such a long consumption, the other party was starting to be unable to hold on. I suppose after another period of time, it would be the time for him to break free.

Thinking to this point, white light flashed in Han Li's hand, and he calmly put the small bottle into his storage pouch, while raising his head to look at the dark clouds in the sky, his brows couldn't help but frown.

The green light beam and the strange change in the sky just now were naturally seen clearly by him. And that light beam was transmitted from the direction of the small valley; it didn't look like the Soul-Returning Art had been completed. But looking at the dark clouds pressing down, it didn't look like the Soul-Returning Art had been completed either.

These thoughts flashed through Han Li's mind one by one, and he quickly put them behind him. Before breaking free from the golden light, he couldn't even take care of himself, so he naturally wouldn't think much about other matters.

Now he exhaled lightly, and the magic treasures in his body began to try to move, and at the same time, the silver wings behind his back, which had originally disappeared, appeared again faintly.

Wen Wen Tianren, who was floating above the golden flames, no longer had the proud expression he had when he trapped Han Li, but instead his face was gray and white, covered with a layer of faint black energy. The golden horn between his brows was only one-third of its original size compared to yesterday. It had become only an inch long.

Now, this descendant of the Six Paths had a gloomy face that was somewhat terrifying. His heart was filled with shock and anger, and he even carried a trace of hidden fear.

No one knew the power of this Golden Light Divine Flame better than he, the owner of the magic treasure.

He had originally said that the other party could hold on for an hour in the divine flame, which was already an exaggeration. According to his true thoughts, the other party would have been very difficult to hold on for even half an hour.

In this way, although he had lost some vitality, being able to destroy this formidable enemy was worth doing so.

But after half an hour, the other party had no movement in the golden flames, which surprised him a bit.

After an hour, the other party's aura had not disappeared, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

After two hours, Han Li's light shield was as before, and Wen Wen Tianren was completely panicked.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to be doing a stupid thing. The other party simply wasn't afraid of consuming magic power with him.

It was obvious that either they were carrying something that could quickly recover magic power, or there was some other mystery within.

And as far as he knew, the only thing that could quickly recover magic power was that exceptionally rare ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid. Could it be that the other party truly carried this item?

Wen Wen Tianren soon guessed the truth!

But now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. First, most of his True Demon incarnations were destroyed, and then he had used the Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirror without sparing his essence. His cultivation base had dropped quite a bit.

Letting Han Li out to fight again, the chance of winning would definitely not be very high.

However, Wen Wen Tianren also knew very well that such a heaven-defying thing as ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid was impossible for ordinary cultivators to carry much of.

So he hardened his heart and continued to use this golden flame to refine Han Li at the cost of his essence.

He was willing to close his cultivation for twenty or thirty years after returning to recover his vitality, just to exhaust the other party's spiritual medicine and refine the other party into ashes.

And this stalemate lasted until now.

Every quarter of an hour that passed made this descendant of the Six Paths' expression turn a point more gloomy.

By now, the silver light shield in the golden flames was still condensed, without any signs of collapse.

And Wen Wen Tianren himself couldn't maintain it for much longer.

Now he could only turn his brain rapidly to find another way to get rid of the predicament before him. And the appearance of that green light beam just now made his heart stir, and he vaguely had an idea.

"Zi Ling! You go to the place where he came from now and capture his companion. That person should be at the critical moment of performing the art and should have no power to resist." Wen Wen Tianren licked his somewhat dry lips and suddenly said coldly to Zi Ling Fairy in the distance. The gentle and refined appearance he had toward the girl had vanished, replaced by a trace of ferocious and evil expression.

Hearing this, Zi Ling Fairy, who had been waiting in place, had her expression change slightly.

This battle was truly a repeated challenge to this woman's reason. She had originally thought that Han Li couldn't hold on for long under Wen Wen Tianren's divine flame, but now a day had passed, and Han Li was safe and sound, while Wen Wen Tianren had fallen into a dilemma. This made the woman feel horrified!

Now that these words of Wen Wen Tianren entered Zi Ling's ears, she, who was extremely intelligent, immediately understood the other party's intention.

This descendant of the Six Paths, who had always been arrogant, intended to use the person performing the art to threaten Han Li, making him hesitate!

I suppose since Han Li was willing to act as a guardian for them, their friendship shouldn't be shallow.

However, this also meant that this descendant of the Six Paths, who had always been arrogant, had truly reached the end of his rope, and even used such unsightly means.

Zi Ling's expression returned to being cold, and she didn't take any action according to his words.

Seeing this scene, cold light flashed in Wen Wen Tianren's eyes, and his voice turned gloomy.

"Who?" The woman only then discovered that there was actually someone else beneath her, and it was a strange man at that. She immediately screamed in alarm and hurriedly straightened her body. But then her delicate body swayed a few times, and she collapsed, weak all over.

As a result, she not only pressed down on Han Li again but also happened to land face-down on Han Li's chest, her pair of bright, crystal-clear eyes meeting Han Li's gaze in terror.

She looked as if she were not very old.

"Who are you?" the woman asked, trembling slightly. Her heart was beating "thump-thump" violently, sounding exceptionally clear in this silent darkness.

"A man!"

Although the woman's voice was very pleasant, she was definitely a stranger. Perhaps because he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, Han Li jokingly replied on a whim.

"You?"

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes were filled with shame and anger. She glared fiercely at Han Li, but because her limbs were weak, she could only barely lift her neck, wanting to keep her face a little further from Han Li's, but she was clearly doing so in vain.

However, the fragrant, hot breath from the woman's mouth sprayed entirely onto Han Li's face. After smelling it, Han Li had a strange feeling. At the same time, his body sensed the woman's softness and astonishing elasticity, and he couldn't help but feel some parts of him stirring.

"What are you doing?" The woman immediately sensed the abnormality in Han Li's body, her eyes filled with even more shame, and she glared at Han Li even more fiercely. But in Han Li's eyes, he felt there was a hint of cuteness to it.

"It's not that I want to do anything. It's just that I have lost my magic power and spiritual sense; even if I wanted to cultivate my heart and be a gentleman, I couldn't. And I am a normal man. Having this reaction under these circumstances is something I can't help." Han Li smiled bitterly and muttered.

The woman heard this and snorted. Although she didn't say anything else, she seemed to have taken Han Li's explanation to heart. Fortunately, Han Li was equally unable to move; although she was extremely ashamed and angry, she could only let it be.

For a time, the darkness became quiet, with only the sound of their two hearts beating rapidly, echoing in an alternating rhythm.

Han Li felt that this experience was truly unprecedented.

Beneath him were countless fish and shrimp moving chaotically, while on top of him lay a strange woman, filling his arms with warmth and fragrance. This was truly an absurd situation!

"Are you one of the fellow Daoists who entered the island first?" After a moment of silence, the woman suddenly asked.

"You could say that?" Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately thought of the dozen or so outside cultivators who had broken into the small island. It seemed this woman was also one of the cultivators who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Hmph! What do you mean 'you could say that'?" A trace of suspicion flashed in the woman's bright eyes, and she asked somewhat doubtfully.

Han Li heard this and smiled slightly, just as he was thinking about what words to use to vaguely brush it off, unexpected messy footsteps came from afar. Then, several torches appeared in the distant darkness, drifting back and forth as they walked toward this side, and black shadows could be vaguely seen beneath the torches.

Seeing this, Han Li felt a chill in his heart!

There were actually other people here, and they didn't look like other cultivators who had been swallowed by the Ghost Fog.

In the blink of an eye, those torches had covered most of the distance and approached this place.

Han Li's gaze narrowed, and he finally saw the black shadows beneath the torches clearly; they were four or five men of exceptionally tall stature, at least a head and a half taller than Han Li, all in their prime, looking to be in their thirties or forties.

They wore green clothes, held white, bone-like blade and sword weapons in one hand, and carried several huge leather bags on their backs, striding rapidly toward this place.

After seeing this, Han Li was quite surprised. Just as he was secretly guessing the origin of these people, a strand of black hair brushed across his face; it was the woman on his chest, who had also turned her head to look at the strangers rushing over. Moreover, her delicate body was trembling slightly, appearing somewhat nervous and uneasy.

Seeing this, Han Li furrowed his brows and moved his fingers slightly; he seemed to have a trace of strength, and it looked like his body would soon return to normal.

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