Chapter 773

After the light faded, a silver rainbow revealed a beautiful white-robed woman—she was the Bai woman Han Li had seen before. She appeared in midair, expressionless, scanning the surroundings. When she spotted Han Li and Feng Bing and the others, her delicate eyebrows twitched slightly.

The sudden appearance of this woman caused the fleeing light formed by Tian Zhong to halt abruptly, revealing his figure, his face dark and uncertain.

Upon seeing this woman emerge from the barrier, Feng Bing perked up and cried out:

"White friend, you've come at the perfect moment. This one is the Fourth Divine Master of Mulan. Quickly bind her, so Han Daoist can rush over and rescue the others first."

"Fourth Divine Master? So you were involved in this trap as well." The Bai woman's icy gaze turned toward Tian Zhong, her voice laced with lethal intent.

"I never expected anyone besides that brat could break through the Blood Luo Barrier. I knew the Yin Luo Sect's people were unreliable." Tian Zhong did not answer the Bai woman's question; instead, he muttered darkly to himself.

"Die!" Seeing the opponent refused to answer, the Bai woman's face turned ashen. With a furious shout, she rubbed her palms together and flung them outward—a vast wave of freezing air, laced with countless fine snowflakes, surged white and blinding toward him. The aura was astonishing.

Seeing this, Feng Bing pointed at the fire spirit flask in midair; roaring flames erupted from the opposite side, attacking Tian Zhong in a pincer strike.

Han Li no longer hesitated. His back wings flashed, thunder cracked thrice, and in an instant, he shed the green shadow before him, dashing straight toward the blood barrier on the other side.

Although using the Spirit-Descent Talisman gave him some confidence he could destroy the green shadow, rescuing others and turning the tide was far more urgent.

As the next blood barrier came into view, Han Li flipped his hand, and another thunder pearl appeared in his palm.

"Master, beware!"

Just as Han Li drew a breath, preparing to launch the thunder pearl, a warning voice suddenly echoed in his ear—Yin Yue's.

Han Li's heart tightened. Without a second thought, he hurled the thunder pearl downward, transforming it into a bluish glow that slammed into the barrier below.

But at that moment, a green fireball the size of a human head shot out from nowhere. As Han Li's face paled, it struck the thunder pearl like a meteor chasing the moon.

With a soft "puff," the thunder pearl was silently swallowed by the fireball. Then, the fireball spun rapidly, transforming into a green firebird, roughly a foot long, hovering in midair.

Han Li's face darkened. He swiftly formed a hand seal, and inside the firebird, the thunder pearl exploded with a thunderous "boom."

But the bird merely shuddered violently, then resumed its calm demeanor—its body even swelled slightly from the explosion, fixing its gaze intently on Han Li.

Han Li cursed inwardly. He looked up.

From the direction of the Mulan Sacred Bird, a string of green fireballs flew forth, landing near the blood barriers. In an instant, each transformed into a green firebird, encircling and guarding the barriers.

Han Li now understood. These birds were spewed by the Sacred Bird, deeply connected to the Lamp Flame—no wonder the thunder pearl had merely fed it.

After all, the primary ingredient of the thunder pearl had been refined from Lamp Flame.

Not far from the Mulan Sacred Bird, a woman surnamed Yue stared coldly at Han Li. Their gazes met directly.

So it was this woman manipulating the demonic bird. Han Li instantly understood—his fury surged.

But when his eyes fell upon the nine ancient lamps floating before her, Han Li narrowed his gaze, watching the slowly burning green flames, and his expression calmed, revealing a thoughtful look.

The green firebirds made no move to attack Han Li; they merely circled the blood barriers in flight.

At that moment, a flash of silver light appeared. Yin Yue materialized beside Han Li.

"Forgive me, Master. Your humble maid is useless! During the battle, I could not assist at all. Those two Heavenly Tiger Beasts had overly keen senses—I was detected the moment I drew near. I could not get close enough to use illusions or soul-confusing techniques." Yin Yue pleaded guilty.

"Never mind. You did your best." Han Li shook his head, his expression calm.

"Still, here are two thunder pearls. Take them. See if you can sneak near other blood barriers and rescue those trapped. Every one saved now counts." Han Li tossed two thunder pearls to Yin Yue.

"Your humble maid will do her utmost." Yin Yue extended her slender hand, catching the pearls solemnly. Her graceful figure vanished again in a flash of silver light.

Han Li glanced back over his shoulder.

In the direction of Tian Zhong, crimson flames and white frost intertwined, occasionally flashing with five-colored auroras—no clear advantage could be discerned.

The green shadow had vanished without a trace—whether Tian Zhong, overwhelmed by the two mid-stage cultivators, had recalled it, or whether, seeing the Sacred Bird intervene directly, he had felt safe enough to withdraw his avatar.

Han Li turned back, gazing down at the dozen green firebirds. His eyes flashed with lethal intent. His entire body erupted in swirling blue and red spiritual light, enveloping him completely. He raised his hand and summoned the Blue Light Shield, then, with a hand seal, caused it to expand, blocking his front. His other hand flipped, and another thunder pearl floated into view.

Thunder cracked behind him. Han Li's form flashed, appearing over the barrier, more than ten zhang above, before he could even hurl the thunder pearl—surrounding firebirds shot toward him like arrows.

Green flames instantly engulfed the airspace above the barrier, swallowing Han Li's figure.

At that moment, Long Han's gaze had just shifted away from Han Li. He had hoped Han Li and the others could quickly rescue the trapped cultivators and reverse their disadvantage. But seeing the so-called Sacred Bird launch so many fireballs toward Han Li, transforming them into firebirds—

His heart sank. Hope was fading.

His gaze turned to the Daoist side. Though the Seven Immortals of Tianzhen still relied on their Seven Treasures to barely resist the green demonic flames of the beast, they were clearly on the verge of collapse.

Though only at Nascent Soul late stage, this peacock, possessing Soul Transformation-level power, could not be held back by the seven of them for long.

"Release the Yin-Yang Demon Corpses. Order them not to kill yet—first, destroy those ancient lamps." Long Han spoke in a low voice, playing his final card.

"Yes!" A Huanhuan Sect disciple who had been standing silently behind Long Han immediately obeyed and departed.

After a stir in the crowd, two dark, eerie coffins—one black, one white—were carried forth.

Sixteen male and sixteen female disciples of the Huanhuan Sect filed out, seated cross-legged around the coffins, simultaneously forming hand seals and chanting incantations, casting colored spells—the final step of unsealing began.

Amid the chanting, the talismans on the coffins trembled without wind, and from within came a "click-click" sound, like limbs scraping against wood.

Hearing this, Long Han's eyelid twitched slightly.

He had heard rumors about the Huanhuan Sect's Yin-Yang Demon Corpses.

It was said these two corpses had once been a pair of dual-cultivation Elders of the Huanhuan Sect, both at Nascent Soul early stage. But for reasons unknown, they betrayed the sect, switched to ghostly cultivation, and achieved living corpse bodies. Later, feeling their power greatly enhanced, they returned to the Huanhuan Sect and slaughtered and wounded over a hundred disciples. Yet in the end, they were captured alive by the sect's Elders, who used an ancient secret technique to erase their consciousness and forged them into the legendary Yin-Yang Demon Corpses.

It was said these demon corpses possessed extraordinary powers, even stronger than when they were alive.

As Long Han pondered, the strange sounds from the coffins grew louder, while the talismans on them, struck by the spells, fell off one by one—fewer and fewer remained!

The thirty-two Huanhuan disciples continued chanting, but their faces now showed unease. Each stared intently at the remaining talismans on the coffins, eyes flickering.

"Puff! Puff!" The final two talismans fell simultaneously.

All Huanhuan disciples, as if granted amnesty, leapt up at once and scattered in all directions, fleeing swiftly.

But at that moment, both coffins exploded. A foul wind surged. Two indistinct black and white shadows shot out from the shattered coffins, vanishing instantly in opposite directions.

The two slowest fleeing disciples—male and female—cried out in agony. The two shadowy figures lunged, pinning them down, biting through their throats, and greedily sucking their essence-blood.

The other fleeing Huanhuan disciples, seeing this, sighed in relief and halted their flight.

The cultivators from other sects, witnessing this scene, turned pale.

"Good. Now that the Demon Corpses have absorbed the essence-blood of the virgin boy and girl, they will not turn on us again!" A long-haired old man stepped forward from the crowd, his expression unchanged.

He raised both hands, revealing two emerald-green talisman-inscribed copper plaques. He swung them sharply toward the two shadowy figures still crouched over the corpses.

Two gray threads shot out, vanishing instantly into the heads of the two figures.

The Demon Corpses shuddered, ceased feeding, and slowly rose to their feet, floating toward the cultivators with blank expressions.

Only now did the cultivators clearly see the faces of the Demon Corpses. Shocked, they all gasped.

The so-called Yin-Yang Demon Corpses appeared to be a pair of handsome young man and beautiful young woman—the man with sharp brows and bright eyes, the woman elegant and dignified. Their skin and complexion resembled living flesh, only their eyes slightly vacant.

Had it not been for the traces of blood still clinging to their lips, one might have mistaken them for an ordinary pair of dual-cultivation partners.

But as they drew near, a faint, indescribable stench of decay drifted through the air.

The cultivators' doubts vanished.

The long-haired old man poured spiritual power into the copper plaques. Instantly, they glowed with rings of gray light, enveloping the Demon Corpses.

The Yin-Yang Demon Corpses stood motionless. The old man chanted rapidly, the copper plaques floating gently.

Suddenly, he cast two spells onto the plaques. Thick gray beams, as wide as a thumb, shot forth and vanished instantly into the foreheads of the male and female corpses.

The four eyes of the Demon Corpses suddenly blazed with sharp light.

"Go."

The long-haired old man retracted the plaques, pointed at the distant green giant bird, and issued a cold command.

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