Chapter 983

Han Li’s lips twitched slightly at these words, but suddenly he raised both hands without warning.

Two small swords flashed away, striking the two gray cocoons in midair.

After realizing the monster before him was formidable, Han Li immediately decided to rescue the other two first; if all four joined forces, their chances of victory would greatly increase.

The silver-winged nightwalker, seeing this, did not move its body, but a cold smile curled its lips.

With a flash of silver light from its eyes, two gray hands suddenly emerged from each cocoon, snatching at the two golden blades with astonishing speed.

Caught off guard, Han Li’s two flying swords were caught in the hands formed by the evil-soul threads.

Though startled, Han Li was not panicked; he stirred his spiritual sense, and the two gray hands erupted with thunderous roars, faint golden light flickering within. The exorcising thunder from the two swords instantly shattered the evil-soul threads into fragments, and they were about to break free in moments.

But at that instant, countless gray threads shot up from the cocoons, layer upon layer, descending like a net. Simultaneously, gray mist spread from the hands, coalescing once more into threads.

The two golden swords were now trapped, unable to escape.

Han Li frowned, clenched his fists within his sleeves, and instantly golden light blazed across his body, thunderous roars erupting as a golden electric net materialized around him, making him resemble a thunder god descending from heaven!

The silver-winged nightwalker, which had been staring at the Ti Hun beast, turned its gaze toward Han Li, a flicker of surprise crossing its face.

“Interesting. You’ve broken through my evil-soul threads. Those three corpse-spirit clones of mine—were they destroyed by you?” the silver-winged corpse said emotionlessly.

“Indeed, I destroyed them. You speak and act like a human—your spiritual awareness must be extremely high. You understand how to weigh advantages and disadvantages. I won’t say more. If you hand over that Yin Zhi Horse and release my two companions, we will leave immediately.” Han Li glanced at the remains of the Yuan clan elder, then pointed at the Yin Zhi Horse, speaking coldly.

At that moment, the Ti Hun beast, transformed into a giant ape, let out a low roar; the demon pattern on its back flared with blinding crimson light, conveying a clear threat.

“You want this little thing? Very well. Let your companions go, and I’ll let you leave. It’s not out of the question,” the silver-winged nightwalker said without hesitation.

“You really agree?” The black-robed beauty had already launched her Dharma wheel into the air; hearing this, her expression brightened.

Han Li remained silent.

“I’ve agreed to so many conditions, yet you need only fulfill one. You may leave this place—but this spiritual beast must stay.” The silver-winged nightwalker extended a green-furred finger, pointing at the black giant ape, its silver eyes shifting slightly.

The black-robed beauty froze, stunned.

“Keep my spiritual beast? You’re dreaming!” Han Li sneered.

“Then don’t leave—stay here and become blood food together!” The silver-winged nightwalker’s face twisted into a monstrous snarl at Han Li’s refusal; its fangs instantly doubled in length, and its eyes shot out countless rays of silver light.

“Beware its illusion!”

A warning voice suddenly emerged from one of the gray cocoons—the elder of the Fu clan—but it was faint and cut off abruptly.

But it was clearly too late.

The silver light was blinding; even Han Li, with his Ming Qing Spiritual Eyes, involuntarily shut his eyes.

The black-robed beauty, upon seeing this light, was instantly dazed and had no choice but to close her eyes immediately.

“Trouble!” Han Li silently cursed the moment he shut his eyes.

When the two opened their eyes again, the surroundings had changed utterly.

The square, the gray cocoons—all vanished. Around them was only a hazy, silver-tinged mist, and the silver-winged nightwalker had disappeared entirely.

“Illusion… it seems to be of high rank,” Han Li murmured.

“Whether it’s truly high rank or not, we’ll only know after testing it,” the black-robed beauty said, raising her dark eyebrows.

Worried that the Fu elder had grown dangerously weak, she no longer wished to wait; she pointed at the Dharma wheel above her head.

“Puff! Puff!”

The Dharma wheel blazed with spiritual light, and several seven-colored beams shot out, vanishing into the mist—but like mud sinking into the sea, there was no reaction whatsoever.

The black-robed beauty’s expression darkened; without hesitation, she plucked a spiritual beast pouch from her waist and hurled it into the air, then swiftly formed hand seals.

Instantly, the pouch trembled, spewing forth a crimson glow that transformed into a swarm of winged snakes.

The snakes were small, only a foot long, each crowned with a crest, their scales glistening crimson and translucent—clearly no ordinary spiritual serpents.

The beauty chanted incantations, then launched several crimson spell seals toward the flying snakes.

Instantly, every snake opened its mouth, spewing countless flames that surged wildly, rapidly forming a vast sea of fire that began to churn and roll.

Watching her actions, Han Li made no move or offer any warning; instead, he took the opportunity to scan the surroundings expressionlessly, his pupils flickering rapidly with blue light.

The instant the fire waves rose several zhang high, the previously gray misty sky abruptly transformed into pitch-black darkness.

A flash of silver light, and two enormous demonic eyes emerged from the black mist—each measuring a zhang across, radiating silver beams. They were unmistakably the silver-winged nightwalker’s pupil-less silver eyes, somehow magnified to this size.

A grotesque cackling echoed from above, and the giant eyes spewed torrents of silver light, striking the fire sea from above.

A bizarre scene unfolded!

Wherever the silver light swept, whether roaring flames or flying snakes, they vanished instantly—as if evaporated into thin air.

The entire fire sea vanished in an instant.

Seeing this impossible sight, Han Li’s expression remained unchanged. The black-robed beauty, however, turned pale and hurled another crimson flying sword, slashing repeatedly at the silver eyes—but it was like trying to scoop the moon from water, utterly ineffective.

Her heart sank.

Clearly, the power of this illusion far exceeded her expectations; she had no confidence at all in breaking it.

The grotesque laughter from above continued, growing louder, gradually thundering like rolling drums. Simultaneously, more giant eyes emerged one after another, each as massive as the last.

After a moment, the sky was filled with demonic eyes, and silver glimmers began flickering even within the surrounding mist.

Then, all the demonic eyes flashed silver simultaneously, transforming into countless radiant crescent moons. At the same time, piercing wails echoed from the black mist, and heavy footsteps thudded one after another—as if some monstrous thing was about to burst forth from the fog.

“Han Brother, do you have a way to break this illusion?” The black-robed beauty finally lost her composure and turned to ask.

She had already decided: if this mysteriously powerful Han Li could not find a solution, she would have no choice but to sacrifice precious blood to activate a forbidden technique!

Han Li did not immediately answer; instead, he raised one hand, and a thick golden arc surged from his arm.

With a thunderclap, the golden arc shot out, striking a silver crescent moon that had just appeared in the mist to one side.

The result: a deafening explosion—the crescent moon and the golden arc both shattered. Almost instantly, all other silver moons poured forth torrents of silver light, making the surroundings blindingly bright once more.

The black-robed beauty felt the world spin wildly and involuntarily blinked. But when she steadied herself and opened her eyes again, she found herself back on the square—black mist and silver moons gone entirely.

She exhaled deeply in relief. Having extensive experience, she was not overly surprised.

Across from her, the silver-winged nightwalker stood beneath the emerald bamboo, as if it had never moved—but behind it, one silver wing had extended forward, blocking a crackling golden arc, its cold eyes fixed on Han Li beside it.

The beauty noticed that the monster now held a pitch-black mirror in one green-furred palm, aimed at the two of them.

The mirror was small, yet it pulsed with eerie black radiance, drawing the viewer’s spirit into it at a glance—utterly sinister.

“You managed to locate me even within the illusion. That’s strange. With the Evil Moon Illusion Mirror aiding me, my Silver Eye Illusion is at least fifty percent stronger—it’s not something mere spiritual sense strength can break. Your eyes looked unusual inside the illusion. Did you cultivate a special Spiritual Eye technique?” The silver-winged nightwalker spoke calmly, flicking its wing casually, deflecting the golden arc aside with ease.

Han Li merely gave a cold smile and made no reply; instead, he shook his sleeve, and a chorus of clear chimes erupted as dozens of golden miniature swords surged forth like a swarm of fish, swirling in a golden haze before him. Behind him, thunder rumbled as a pair of silver-white feathered wings materialized.

Han Li did not stop. He drew a deep breath, then spat out a snow-white pearl wrapped in violet fire, which spun rapidly before him. The moment the pearl appeared, the entire square’s temperature plummeted, as if they had been transported into a frozen ice realm.

Earlier, when Han Li had released his Qingsheng Swordlight, the silver-winged nightwalker had remained unmoved. When his wings appeared, the monster showed a flicker of surprise. But when the snow crystal pearl, wrapped in Purple Luo Heavenly Fire, revealed its terrifying power, it finally grew serious.

Han Li’s actions were not yet done. He tossed a spiritual beast pouch into the air; a swarm of golden beetles buzzed out, forming a golden cloud hovering above. He formed hand seals, and a seven-colored spiritual glow enveloped his body. Then he flipped his palms, and a purple mirror rose slowly into a swirl of violet light.

Now, Han Li had deployed nearly all his magic treasures—save his ultimate killing technique.

Facing a corpse that might be even stronger than a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator, he dared not let his guard slip for a moment.

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