Chapter 775

"Evil-Repelling Thunder!" The black-robed woman, who had been furiously preparing a dark magic technique, cried out in shock.

Before she could say anything, Han Li swept both hands forward, and a golden net roared down upon her head.

Her eyes widened in terror, and her body instantly dissolved into a wisp of smoke, shooting backward just barely escaping the golden net's encirclement.

Han Li's face remained expressionless; his wind-and-thunder wings suddenly flared open, and he vanished from his original spot.

Seeing this, the black-robed woman immediately recalled the rumors about Han Li, swiftly formed a hand seal, and her figure trembled slightly.

Her form blurred, and seven or eight identical women appeared side by side—each indistinguishable from the real one, moving in perfect unison, then scattering in all directions at high speed.

All transformed into streaks of yellow light, making it impossible to tell which was the black-robed woman's true body!

Silver lightning arcs flickered, and Han Li appeared in the space where the woman had stood, accompanied by a faint thunderclap.

He gazed at the scattered escape lights, yet showed no panic—instead, a cold smirk curled his lips.

He poured spiritual power into his eyes; blue light flickered deep within his pupils, activating the Mingqing Spirit Eye technique.

Han Li lifted his head again, gazing far off.

All the yellow streaks now appeared dim and spiritually thin—every single one was an illusion.

Han Li's heart leapt; he quickly glanced left and right, and suddenly spotted a nearly invisible wisp of smoke silently creeping toward his back.

She had used these illusions to distract him, while her true body had not joined them at all—instead, she had hidden nearby, waiting to ambush him.

This woman was indeed bold and skilled beyond measure.

Had he not possessed the Mingqing Spirit Eye, his spiritual sense alone would never have detected her trace. Her evasion technique was likely on par with Yin Yue's.

Han Li felt a flicker of shock inside, but said nothing. He turned and flew straight toward the giant ape—as if he had no intention of pursuing the black-robed woman anymore.

The wisp of smoke had reached several zhang behind Han Li. After a brief pause, her form silently materialized, one palm glowing with inch-long yellow light, striking like lightning straight at his back.

The strike was precise and ruthless—aimed directly at his heart. If her claw connected, his heart would be crushed to pulp, and his body destroyed.

Yet at the very moment she extended her hand, Han Li's body shifted as if casually stepping aside, then turned his face toward her with a speed too swift for the eye to follow.

His lips parted slightly, and golden light surged from his mouth.

"Ah!" The black-robed woman's face turned deathly pale; she desperately twisted her body aside.

But it was too late. At such close range, there was no escape.

"Boom!" A golden arc shot from Han Li's mouth and struck her shoulder squarely.

A smell of burnt flesh immediately filled the air. She screamed in agony and tumbled from the sky.

Han Li's wings flared behind him, and in a thunderclap, he vanished—only to reappear instantly in a flash of lightning behind the falling woman, one palm covered in faint blue flames gently pressing against her neck.

"Ssszzz!" A thick layer of blue ice instantly encased her entire body.

The black-robed woman felt a chilling cold spread through her, then lost all sensation—her body turned into an ice statue and plummeted from the sky.

Han Li hovered motionless in midair. His other hand, already prepared, rose—and countless fine lightning arcs shot out, weaving a golden net that trapped the ice statue within.

A cold, dark expression flashed across Han Li's face; golden light blazed over the ice statue, and amid a series of cracking sounds, the black-robed woman's body shattered into specks of icy light, vanishing without a trace.

The only thing left in the net was the cultivated soul of the female cultivator—a delicate, beautiful infant form, its face ashen with terror, clearly aware of the power of the Evil-Repelling Thunder.

Han Li's eyes flickered; he raised his golden arc, ready to obliterate the infant soul.

But suddenly, the black-robed woman's infant soul shrieked shrilly:

"You cannot kill me! I am the companion of the Sect Master of the Yin Luo Sect of Jin State! If you kill me, my sect will be locked in mortal enmity with you!"

"Companion of the Yin Luo Sect Master!" Han Li stared coldly at the infant soul for a moment, then silently released the golden net and turned away.

The infant soul froze in surprise, then burst into joy—immediately preparing to flee through the gap, her mind already filled with vicious thoughts of revenge against Han Li.

But at that moment, Han Li, over ten zhang away, subtly urged his spell seal.

The golden net, which had loosened slightly, suddenly tightened—wrapping the female cultivator's infant soul completely. Lightning arcs leapt and exploded with thunder.

The black-robed woman's infant soul never even had time to cry out—it vanished into ash.

"I've already destroyed your body—do you think I'd let you return to seek revenge?" Han Li muttered wearily, letting out a deep sigh.

He then flew toward the giant ape without looking back.

From the moment the black-robed woman arrived until Han Li obliterated her with Evil-Repelling Thunder, it seemed complex—but it had all happened in an instant.

The withered old man far away had not wanted to save her—he had stomped his foot the moment she was in danger, turning into a streak of golden light and rushing toward her.

But at that very moment, a streak of pink exotic light shot in from the opposite side, transforming into a vast cloud of pink mist that collided directly with the golden light.

After a thunderous crash, the mist was shattered—but it had barely held back the golden light.

The golden light faded, revealing the withered old man's figure—his face dark with fury, eyes blazing as he glared at the pink mist.

He could not imagine how the Yin Luo Sect Master would rage when he learned his companion had been killed.

He now hated both Han Li and the one who blocked him with murderous fury.

From within the mist came a soft, sinister laugh. The mist gradually dissipated, revealing the figure within—a handsome, effeminate young man.

It was Yun Lu the Demon of the Hehuan Sect!

"Han Daoist, you saved me—I've repaid you once. Now I owe you nothing," the old demon chuckled, glancing sideways at Han Li.

Han Li had just slain the black-robed woman and was flying toward him; upon hearing this, he replied coolly:

"Saving you was pure luck. I never expected repayment. But this Zhu Shen Shi—neither of us can handle him alone. And do you truly believe he's alone?"

As he spoke, Han Li glanced behind the withered old man—beyond the black-robed cultivators still controlling the corpses and desperately dodging the giant ape's slaughter, a vast horde of Daoist priests had surged forward.

Even this bold demon, Yun Lu, paled at the sight of so many Daoist priests charging toward them.

This old demon had been rescued by Han Li only after Han Li had used two Thunder Pearls to break through a swarm of green firebirds.

Just as Han Li was about to ally with this old demon and plan their next move,

the Yin Luo Sect unleashed a large number of bronze-armored corpses—yet before Han Li could act,

Ti Hun in his spiritual beast pouch began to stir violently, radiating intense excitement.

Han Li, having fully subjugated the Ming Hun Pearl, sensed this clearly.

Curious, he released Ti Hun—and the moment it emerged, its body swelled wildly, transforming into a black giant ape that greedily sucked in corpse qi from the corpses.

Han Li was well aware that the Cry Soul Beast could devour spiritual essences, ghosts, and demons, but that it could also affect the alchemical corpses crafted by cultivators was quite unexpected.

He knew Ti Hun could devour spiritual essences and ghostly spirits—but that it could also consume corpses crafted by cultivators? That was unexpected.

Whether this was an innate talent or a new ability gained through evolution, he did not know.

But regardless, it was an unexpected boon for Han Li.

Yet now, with so many Daoist priests closing in, Han Li and Yun Lu exchanged glances—and both felt the urge to retreat.

But Ti Hun was still rampaging among the corpses. To abandon it here was unthinkable.

Just as Han Li prepared to use the Ming Hun Pearl to quietly recall Ti Hun, a loud laugh echoed from behind them:

"Don't worry! Since you have this strange beast to deal with the corpses, leave these men to us." The voice belonged to Long Han.

Han Li's heart leapt; he turned quickly—and saw Long Han, accompanied by a group of cultivators, arriving dozens of zhang away, having halted their flight to observe them.

Han Li was overjoyed—no wonder the Daoist priests hadn't attacked immediately; they must have spotted the reinforcements behind them and were now proceeding cautiously.

Long Han glanced at Han Li's slightly monstrous appearance, his eyes flickering with surprise—but he quickly pretended not to notice.

This was no time for questions; all the cultivators' gazes turned toward the Daoist priests.

On the battlefield, after fierce fighting, several skirmishes had finally reached decisive outcomes.

Both sides had won and lost some engagements, with roughly equal losses. But this was no sparring match—the defeated almost certainly died, and even the victors, exhausted and drained of spiritual power, were quickly drawn into new battles.

Long Han had previously sent other cultivators to relieve Feng Bing and the white-haired woman fighting Tian Zhong—only their combined strength could truly unleash their full power.

At this point, neither Long Han nor the withered old man had anything left to say.

The cultivators who had held back until now were naturally elite among their ranks. Instantly, a flurry of spiritual light flared from the cultivators behind him, and an array of magic treasures surged forth in a grand, overwhelming assault.

The cultivators who had yet to fight were all elite warriors; instantly, their bodies glowed with spiritual light, and a dazzling array of magic treasures surged forward in overwhelming force.

The Daoist priests were no ordinary foes—they too unleashed their own spiritual artifacts without hesitation.

Thus, the final two fresh forces clashed fiercely.

Although the enemy had an additional late-stage Nascent Soul Daoist Priest, this side had Yun Lu, Long Han, and three other mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators—enough to hold their ground together.

Han Li had intended to join the assault on the withered old man, but his gaze swept toward the green giant bird—and his expression changed several times.

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