Chapter 848

The jet-black blade aura sliced through several layers of shields as easily as cutting vegetables, and the shields instantly shattered into specks of spiritual light.

After the demon spirit slashed once and saw the three fleeing in separate directions, its gaze flickered over their escape trails, and a sneering expression appeared on its face.

At that moment, thousands of ice spikes filled the air above, enclosing him within.

The demon spirit slightly shook its hands; the black giant blade in its grasp flashed with light, reforming into a blinding mass of radiant energy. Then, with a split of its hands, the black aura stretched and thinned, instantly transforming into two black light-spears, each about two zhang long.

It swung its arms in quick succession!

One spear shot toward the old man, the other whirled back and hurled toward the silver-haired elder. Meanwhile, the demon spirit stomped its foot hard, its body instantly turning into a streak of black light, shooting straight toward Brother Tianjing True Person.

A piercing shriek rang out; the two black spears vanished mysteriously mid-flight. The demon spirit's form wavered several times, appearing like a ghost over twenty zhang away, instantly escaping the range of the ice spikes.

The Yuan Ying elder, who was fleeing at full speed, heard the piercing shriek behind him, froze in surprise, and without hesitation hurled out the object he had been clutching in his hand.

Instantly, an eight-sided silver plaque shot forth, transforming into a silver-white light curtain that enveloped him.

The old man felt slightly relieved and hastily turned to look behind him.

But before him was empty space—nothing at all.

The old man stared blankly, still not understanding what had happened, when the piercing shriek erupted right at his ear. A flash of black light appeared mysteriously just a chi away, and the black spear shot toward the silver curtain with lightning speed.

Under the old man's horrified expression, black aura and silver light interwove. Then, as the black spear twisted violently, it pierced through the curtain with a "puff," as if it were paper shreds.

The spear then plunged into the old man's abdomen and exploded.

The old man never even had time to scream; his body shattered into fragments, spraying in all directions. A Yuan Ying, surrounded by a silver light sphere, appeared dazedly in its place.

It seemed unable to believe its body had been destroyed so easily.

But in that moment of hesitation, the scattered black auras reformed into a vast net, instantly enclosing the Yuan Ying.

Only then did the Yuan Ying realize in terror and quickly formed a hand seal; silver light flashed wildly around its body, and it vanished instantly from its spot—using the teleportation technique.

Silver light flickered, and the Yuan Ying plunged headfirst into the net, reappearing within.

The black silk net tightened mercilessly, and in the blink of an eye, the Yuan Ying was wrapped into a massive glowing sphere, hanging motionless in midair.

The other black spear, aimed at the silver-haired elder, similarly appeared behind the Cheng elder as if teleporting.

The silver-haired elder had never fully recovered his spiritual energy before entering the valley; facing such a bizarre attack, he had no time to react. He could only mutter "Bad!" and prepare to let his Yuan Ying escape his body to save himself.

But at that moment, violent spatial ripples appeared before the old man, and a blood-red sword light, over a zhang long, materialized before the black spear.

The sword light was crimson as blood, radiating overwhelming demonic aura, and without hesitation, it slashed straight at the black spear.

After black aura and crimson light interwove with the rocks, a loud explosion followed, and both vanished without a trace.

The silver-haired elder's heart leapt with joy as he quickly turned to look toward Han Li, who was lowering his blood sword slowly, his face pale, offering a weak smile to the elder.

"Cheng Lu Shixiong" naturally looked at this Han Han Shidi with deep gratitude, then surged his spiritual power and instantly flew to Han Li's side.

The other Brother Tianjing True Person was not so lucky.

Seeing the scene where the old man's body was destroyed and his Yuan Ying trapped nearby, his face instantly turned ashen, and his escape aura surged another third in speed.

At that moment, a shadow flickered before him, and a bizarre, two-headed, four-armed figure materialized.

Brother Tianjing True Person's heart trembled; he immediately halted his flight and, without thinking, spat out a tiny crystal sword. Then, with a quick hand seal, the sword instantly split into dozens of dense, blazing white sword lights, slashing wildly in all directions.

The demon spirit said nothing. Its body twisted strangely and vanished into thin air; the sword lights all struck empty space.

Brother Tianjing True Person's heart sank; his body flashed with spiritual light as he prepared to soar upward. But the moment he moved, his protective aura shuddered violently, followed by a series of muffled thuds—his internal spiritual power suddenly lost control and collapsed by more than half, causing his body to stall.

"Bad!" Brother Tianjing True Person's face turned pale with shock. The sound of his aura cracking followed immediately.

A jet-black demonic claw, hissing through the air, shot out from his abdomen, grabbing the Yuan Ying that was just about to escape from his dantian.

The arm pulled back; Brother Tianjing True Person's limbs went limp, losing all mobility. Then, black flames erupted, engulfing the remains in demonic fire, reducing them to ash.

Just as Brother Tianjing True Person's Yuan Ying was terrified out of its wits, the demonic hand loosened its grip—suddenly, it was free.

Overwhelmed with shock and joy, the Yuan Ying didn't pause to question why; instantly, a flash of white light carried it teleporting over ten zhang away.

But before it could teleport again, the distant demon spirit sneered, opened its mouth slightly, and a purple shadow shot out. The distant Yuan Ying was pierced through its body by a purple tongue, then effortlessly sucked back into the demon spirit's gaping, monstrous mouth.

After a few quick chews, black light flickered across the demon spirit's ghastly face, revealing a satisfied expression.

Then, it gestured toward the glowing sphere containing the other Yuan Ying; the sphere shot over and was likewise swallowed whole.

After swallowing two Yuan Yings, the demon spirit felt its soul power surge significantly, and only then calmly turned to face the lone surviving silver-haired elder and Han Li standing beside him.

Its tongue swiftly licked its upper palate before retracting; its grotesque face wore an expression of unsatisfied hunger.

The silver-haired elder, witnessing the demon spirit devour Brother Tianjing True Person and his other friend's Yuan Ying, did not look utterly terrified—but his face was grim beyond words.

He knew that if he had not fled toward Han Li's direction, and if Han Li had not intervened, his own fate would have been no better.

Yuan Ying cultivators, who were revered and envied by all cultivators outside the valley, had been unable to last even a single round against this demon. It was truly unbelievable.

And Han Li had managed to struggle with this demon for so long, merely at a slight disadvantage—clearly demonstrating his immense power. His earlier efforts to court this Han Han Shidi had indeed been utterly correct.

As the elder thought this with a pang of emotion, he involuntarily glanced at Han Li beside him.

Han Li's face was grim, but his eyes remained calm and composed.

Having already set up the Great Geng Sword Array, he now felt he had the strength to fight—and his confidence surged. He casually glanced toward another battle cluster several hundred zhang away.

The other ancient demon, clearly favoring a cautious approach, had released a vast expanse of pitch-black demonic fire, completely surrounding the green cloud of Wei Wei Wuyan, continuously burning and weakening it.

The once several-mu-sized emerald poison cloud had shrunk to barely one mu, appearing on the verge of collapse.

Ancestor Linghu Laizu and the white-clad woman were temporarily safe under the cloud's protection, but they were frantically activating several treasures to resist the demonic fire's onslaught.

Han Li sighed inwardly, knowing Wei Wei Wuyan and the others could not hold out much longer. But he had no time to spare—he could only focus on the demon spirit before him and see if the Great Array could first eliminate this fiend.

At that moment, the distant demon spirit calmly flew toward Han Li.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, said nothing, raised his hand, and shot out a jade talisman; instantly, a jet-black demonic hand emerged, flying straight to grasp the demon spirit's head.

Simultaneously, he swept his sleeve; dozens of green flying swords shot skyward from his sleeve. After a hum, the green light blazed fiercely, and the swords coalesced into a single massive green sword, its aura terrifying.

Han Li formed a hand seal and lightly pointed at the demon spirit; the giant sword trembled and vanished from the sky. The next instant, it reappeared directly above the demon spirit and slashed down without mercy.

The demon spirit let out a strange laugh, rubbed its hands together, and another black giant blade appeared in its grasp. It then swung directly upward to meet the descending green sword.

The demon had recognized that these green flying swords were one of Han Li's core treasures, and it harbored the malicious intention of severing the giant sword in one blow to shatter Han Li's spirit.

As for the oncoming demonic hand, the demon sneered and raised one arm; a jet-black, misty demonic aura erupted from its palm, instantly forming a black tentacle that wrapped around and trapped the hand, pinning it fast.

The demonic hand struggled desperately to tear through the surrounding aura, but it was useless—the demonic aura clung like a parasite, severing and rejoining endlessly, impossible to escape.

At that moment, the black giant blade met the green giant sword, unleashing a thunderous explosion.

Black aura and green light entangled, the entire blade emitting a deep hum. The space around it twisted and warped, rippling like waves. Although the green sword was being forcibly pushed back, its spiritual light flickered steadily—unbroken, undamaged, showing no sign of fracture.

Both of the demon spirit's heads lifted in surprise, their faces showing unmistakable shock.

It naturally did not know that Han Li's Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, though cultivated for a short time and lacking Geng Essence, were inherently weak. But long ago, Han Li had re-forged them with the refining crystal, making them far harder than ordinary magic treasures—almost nothing in this realm could instantly sever them.

Although the demon spirit's blade, formed by highly vibrating demonic aura, was incredibly sharp—comparable to the finest flying swords of human cultivators—it simply lacked the power to sever the giant sword formed by dozens of Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords in such a short time.

As the demon spirit hesitated, the green giant sword suddenly roared like thunder, and countless golden lightning arcs erupted from its surface, flashing brilliantly.

The previously dominant black giant blade, upon contact with these golden arcs, instantly shattered with a "puff."

The green giant sword, encountering no resistance, continued downward, dragging thick golden lightning, and slashed fiercely toward the demon spirit's head.

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