Chapter 740

The snow sculpture's body shattered into countless fragments along with the ice shards.

The green-clad woman, who had just materialized from the light breeze and chased after him, froze at the sight, then sneered coldly, stomping her jade foot upon the white lotus beneath her; instantly, a furious wind erupted from the lotus, scattering the thick mist into complete emptiness.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on her hostile beauty, and asked calmly:

"Won't you grieve over the destruction of your treasure? Or do you believe my actions are incapable of damaging it?" As he spoke, Han Li idly glanced twice at the blue ice shards hanging unnaturally in midair.

"What do you think?" the green-clad woman replied coolly, then pointed a finger at Han Li's side.

Instantly, the scattered ice fragments glowed simultaneously, and countless white specks emerged from each shard.

Han Li startled, but immediately raised his hand and launched a swath of green mist toward the specks.

A series of "puff" sounds followed; as the white specks detached from the blue ice, they transformed into milky-white spiritual light and surged en masse toward the woman.

The green mist swept through—nothing was caught.

Seeing his strike had failed, Han Li's expression darkened, and he ceased his futile efforts, merely watching his opponent coldly.

The spiritual light converged before the woman, coalescing in an instant into a white orb the size of a human head.

The green-clad woman's expression remained indifferent as she cast a spell upon it.

A blinding white light flashed, and a cry of a Diao echoed from the orb; the orb stretched and reshaped, and the snow-white giant Diao reappeared before Han Li's eyes.

Han Li frowned at this, but then noticed the Diao 's aura was no longer vigorous as before—it now appeared listless and drained.

At this, Han Li's expression turned thoughtful.

It seemed the act of destroying its spirit had not been without effect. This Diao was not immortal; if he destroyed it several more times, it would surely vanish entirely.

Seeing the white Diao 's weakened state, the girl made no hesitation and gestured with her hand.

Instantly, the Diao spread its wings and soared skyward, rolled once in midair, then transformed back into the white silk ribbon, drifting gently downward.

It settled upon her body and vanished from sight.

"You suddenly stopped fleeing, hoping to anger me by shattering my treasure's spirit. Clearly, you've set some trap here," the woman said, holding the lamp in one hand and brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder, her tone icy.

Hearing this, Han Li was slightly surprised, but after a moment of silence, his eyes flickered as he replied:

"If you know this, why still pursue me? Clearly, you have great confidence in your treasure. Might I ask the origin of this lamp? I've never heard of a lamp-type ancient treasure before."

As he spoke, Han Li stared unblinkingly at the woman's jade-like face.

"No. Better to die as a fool," the woman replied coldly, her expression hardening.

She opened her lips and spat out a ball of infant flame, striking the bronze lamp held in her hand.

A faint, pale green lamp flame slowly ignited upon its surface.

Han Li sighed, then calmly flipped his palms.

A green battle flag and a red-and-green array disc, long prepared, appeared simultaneously in his hands.

He cast a meaningful glance at the woman, then tossed the small flag high into the sky, swiftly forming a spell and chanting a low incantation.

The flag flashed once, then exploded into a mass of green mist that spread across the sky for dozens of zhang.

A gust swept through like wind clearing clouds—the mist coalesced into a green mist-jiao, over ten zhang long, lunging fiercely toward the woman.

At the same time, the array disc in Han Li's other hand emitted red-and-green light; he hurled it downward, and it instantly dissolved into white mist, sinking into the ground beneath him.

Immediately, the surrounding mist surged violently, and countless red-and-green threads shot out, densely weaving toward the green-clad woman.

Han Li himself swept his sleeves, and a silver bell grew rapidly in the wind, swelling into a colossal bell that rang loudly, releasing silver sound waves while he directed it to descend above the woman's head.

Since he could not close in on her, he would use the bell's sound for invisible attacks—perhaps it might still work.

Of course, against the green-clad woman's mysterious white lotus and the unknown bronze lamp ancient treasure, Han Li's true trump card was not these.

It was Yin Yue, who had already used Earth-Digging Technique to slip silently beneath the ground.

Now, Yin Yue had quietly unfurled the Purple Cuff, positioning it beneath the woman's feet.

He waited only for her momentary lapse to deliver a fatal strike.

Though unaware of the hidden ambush beneath her feet, the green-clad woman ignored all of Han Li's barriers and attacks, merely gazing down at the faint, shimmering green lamp flame in her hand, a strange smirk curling on her lips.

Calmly, she raised her slender hand and pinched the green lamp flame between two jade fingers; a pea-sized flame appeared between them, delicately lifted.

At that moment, the mist-jiao from above, the red-and-green threads from all sides, and waves of silver sound converged upon her simultaneously.

Yet she showed no trace of worry, merely tapping her jade foot lightly upon the white lotus beneath her; instantly, the lotus flashed white light and spun rapidly, its white petals gradually contracting, enclosing her completely in an impenetrable shield.

The green mist-jiao, summoned by the barrier, struck the light barrier first, opening its maw and spewing a torrent of green mist that slammed into the white shield.

The result? The lotus petals swept lightly, and the mist vanished without a trace.

The red-and-green threads followed, but were likewise repelled. Only the sound waves seemed unaffected by the white petals, slipping directly inside—but their effect remained uncertain.

Seeing this, Han Li made no hesitation and formed a spell in his hand.

The red-and-green threads ceased their charge, instead intertwining into a vast net that enveloped the white lotus, layer upon layer. The mist-jiao rolled violently, transforming into a vast expanse of green mist that drowned the lotus and its threads alike.

The silver bell also flew above the white lotus; under Han Li's full power, its silver waves swelled by a third more, crashing wave after wave through the barrier, striking directly at the green-clad woman within.

For a moment, it seemed the green-clad woman within the lotus was fully restrained.

Yet Han Li saw this and felt no joy—his brow tightened instead.

As if confirming his fears were not unfounded, the white lotus, previously tightly closed and only a few zhang wide, suddenly bloomed open without warning.

Each white petal, like a razor blade, turned a few times and sliced the surrounding green mist and red-green threads into shreds.

Han Li's face darkened with storm clouds.

The green-clad woman stood gracefully at the lotus's center, expressionless. One hand held the bronze lamp, the other cradled the seemingly ordinary green lamp flame; she glanced coldly at Han Li, her gaze suddenly settling on the silver bell hovering above her head, ringing incessantly.

The silver waves it emitted completely enveloped her.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with cold light; she raised her hand and brought the green lamp flame to her lips, then blew gently.

"Puff"—the flame trembled slightly, then vanished from her palm.

The next instant, the silver bell in midair was mysteriously encased in a green orb.

The woman murmured incantations, and the bell's surface ignited with unknown green demonic flames.

The silver bell let out a mournful cry, blasting blinding silver light to resist—but in an instant, it melted and warped, turning into molten silver.

The green orb then shattered on its own, vanishing without a trace.

Seeing this ancient treasure destroyed, Han Li's face turned pale.

At that moment, the green-clad woman extended her slender hand and plucked another green lamp flame from the bronze lamp, then cast a malicious glance at Han Li.

Han Li's heart sank—he didn't hesitate, instantly spreading his Wind-and-Thunder Wings behind him; thunder cracked, and he vanished from the spot.

The woman paid no heed, still holding the green lamp flame to her lips, opening her cherry-red mouth to exhale spiritual energy—

At that instant, purple light flashed beneath her feet; a purple net, over ten zhang wide, suddenly erupted upward from the ground.

As the woman hesitated, a soft laugh echoed—and the purple net, swift as lightning, instantly engulfed her.

"If you love playing with fire so much, why not taste the Jade Yang True Flame of my 'Purple Cuff'?" A beautiful woman emerged from the ground beside the purple net, bathed in golden light, grinning. Without delay, she raised her slender hand and cast a spell upon the net.

The purple net flared with light; a strange blend of green-and-white flame spread across its entire surface, and several green-and-white fire snakes suddenly materialized within, lunging fiercely at the woman inside the white lotus.

The green-and-white flames instantly drowned the white lotus within the net.

At that moment, Han Li reappeared over ten zhang away from the green-clad woman; seeing this, his face lit up with joy.

He immediately swept his sleeves, and seventy-two green bamboo wasp-cloud swords shot from his body, soaring skyward; he cast several spells immediately after.

The swords roared like dragons in the sky, converging into the center, transforming into a single giant sword six or seven zhang long, glowing with green light.

Han Li willed it, and thunder cracked loudly; thick golden lightning arcs erupted from the sword's surface, coiling around it to form a Thundering Sword.

But Han Li was not done—he drew a deep breath and spat out a thread of dry blue ice flame, which struck the giant sword directly.

Instantly, the sword's surface, already dazzling with lightning, gained a faint, translucent layer of pale blue flame.

Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light as he pointed at the sword.

The giant sword trembled, then shot forward like a green rainbow toward the white lotus within the net.

At that moment, the green-clad woman, trapped within the Purple Cuff, finally snapped back to awareness.

Enraged beyond measure, she hurled the green lamp flame upward above her head.

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