Chapter 984: The Evil Moon Illusion Mirror

The black-clad beauty beside him, seeing Han Li summon so many extraordinary treasures, immediately perked up. WM.com

She raised her hand and launched the greenish shield before her, then patted her storage bag, causing two butterfly-shaped treasures to shoot out and flutter gracefully before her like living creatures.

This woman, as a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, naturally possessed more treasures than these, but combat between cultivators did not mean the more treasures one summoned, the greater the advantage.

Even the most treasure-laden cultivators, once their spiritual sense reached its limit in controlling treasures, would cease summoning additional ones. After all, in battle, besides relying on treasures, one must retain some spiritual awareness to cast spells.

How much spiritual sense to retain depended on the individual’s circumstances.

If one believed their treasures were formidable but their spells weak, they naturally allocated more spiritual sense to summoning treasures; if their treasures were ordinary but they excelled in potent secret arts, they retained more spiritual sense to cast spells.

Moreover, the more powerful the treasure, the greater the spiritual sense it typically consumed. This was why few Foundation Establishment cultivators could wield ancient treasures, and why even the strongest spiritual sense could only select a few high-power treasures for combat. Han Li’s simultaneous release of so many treasures, even without retaining much spiritual sense, clearly demonstrated his immense spiritual sense.

But before Han Li and the beauty could coordinate, the Silver-Winged Nightlord’s face twisted with malice, his entire body suddenly radiating an immense aura, then he bent low and slammed his palm down.

With a dull thud, the fiend pressed his five splayed fingers flat against the ground.

Han Li and the beauty both froze, still unsure of his intent, when a rumbling roar erupted across the entire square—the ground’s massive array flared with multicolored light, and the stone pillars binding the corpses began to shake violently.

“Bad!” Han Li’s face darkened; without hesitation, he flapped his twin wings behind him, and his body and all treasures vanished instantly from the spot, leaving only the golden cloud of the Gold-Devouring Larvae and the Ti Hun Beast.

The Silver-Winged Nightlord sneered, his body erupting in a mass of black light, then his wings flared and he vanished from the spot as well.

With a thunderous boom, a mass of black light and silver radiance simultaneously appeared at the array’s edge, colliding and spewing myriad rays of light before recoiling apart, revealing two winged figures: Han Li and the Silver-Winged Nightlord.

In that brief delay, black vapors erupted simultaneously from all the corpses bound to the stone pillars, transforming into thick black beams that shot skyward, and within moments, a vast, dark haze enveloped the entire square.

Han Li and the others found their retreat cut off, trapped within the luminous curtain.

The black-clad beauty, sensing the array’s anomaly, instantly transformed into a streak of light and shot outward—but after flying only twenty zhang, the curtain had already formed; she helplessly halted her flight, her expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty.

Han Li stared at the Silver-Winged Nightlord within the black light, his face grim, a pang of regret stirring within him.

For now, five crimson rings had appeared on the Nightlord’s limbs and neck, glowing incessantly—clearly some kind of binding artifact.

“You truly cannot leave this place. Otherwise, with your abilities, why would you willingly remain here? I never imagined this array could be activated without spirit stones. You’re confined within its boundaries, aren’t you?” Han Li exhaled coldly.

The array’s glow gradually faded, but the stone pillars surrounding the curtain were now shrouded in black vapor, their emitted beams showing no sign of weakening.

“Heh! This Demon-Imprisonment Array was indeed built specifically to trap me—but the one who constructed it never imagined that after so many years, half its seals could be repurposed by me. Though I’m bound and cannot leave, neither can you.” The Silver-Winged Nightlord flapped his wings lightly and let out a triumphant laugh.

Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly; below him, the Ti Hun Beast suddenly snorted, spewing a blinding yellow aura that surged skyward toward the flying corpse, moving so swiftly it reached its target in an instant.

The Silver-Winged Nightlord’s laughter cut off abruptly; his wings snapped open, and he vanished from the spot before the aura could touch him.

But the next moment, he reappeared atop the emerald bamboo.

Yet the Ti Hun Beast shook its head, and the vast yellow aura persisted, chasing after him relentlessly.

This enraged the Silver-Winged Nightlord’s silver eyes; he glared fiercely, then flared his wings violently, unleashing countless silver rays that collided head-on with the yellow aura. The aura, normally devastating to ghostly beings, was halted by the silver light and failed to overwhelm it.

Though Han Li knew the Silver-Winged Nightlord was no ordinary corpse, he still felt a chill at this sight.

Seeing this, the Nightlord’s earlier fear dissipated significantly; he sneered, his body flickering slightly before vanishing in a swirl of black light, then reappearing directly above the Ti Hun Beast. He opened his mouth, dark light flickering within, as if about to spit something forth.

But at that instant, a loud buzzing rose above him; startled, he tilted his head upward, and a jet of ink-black light shot straight out, striking a massive golden cloud descending from above—the Gold-Devouring Larvae swarm.

After Han Li had used Thunder Dash to retreat, the swarm had remained suspended in midair; now that the flying corpse appeared nearby, Han Li’s spiritual sense stirred, and the swarm attacked without mercy.

But the black light was the Nightlord’s corpse qi, cultivated over tens of thousands of years—extremely foul, icy, and laced with potent corpse poison.

Even though the Gold-Devouring Larvae possessed bodies as hard as iron and were immune to all poisons, the corpse qi struck them like rain, causing them to plummet en masse from the air; within moments, one-third of the swarm was gone.

The remaining larvae, startled, scattered in all directions, no longer clustering together.

But with this brief reprieve, the Ti Hun Beast had already reacted; it snorted again, and another wave of yellow aura surged upward.

The Silver-Winged Nightlord calmly flapped his wings and reappeared over ten zhang away.

The aura swept past harmlessly.

At that moment, silver light flickered where the Nightlord had stood—Han Li appeared there with a crack of thunder.

Without a word, he swept his sleeve, and the multitude of flying swords transformed into a vast golden torrent sweeping toward the Silver-Winged Nightlord. Simultaneously, the purple mirror hovering above him flashed, spewing a purple beam that followed the swordlight. And within his sleeve, his index finger subtly flicked, sending a crimson thread flashing away, vanishing instantly.

Only then did he glance coldly at the ground, where the fallen Gold-Devouring Larvae suddenly flapped their wings and rose again, buzzing feebly, appearing weak and drained.

Han Li’s heart eased slightly.

At that moment, the black-clad beauty seized the opportunity and pointed at the two white jade butterflies.

The two jade butterflies swelled violently in white light, growing to human size, then flapped their wings furiously, summoning two white, misty hurricanes before her.

Under her incantation, the hurricanes transformed into two white wind serpents, roaring as they lunged toward the Silver-Winged Nightlord.

Seeing so many attacks converge at once, the Silver-Winged Nightlord grinned wickedly, raised both hands—one revealing the Evil Moon Illusion Mirror, the other producing with a puff a glowing sphere the size of a fist.

The sphere was grayish, radiating a dark, cold light.

He glanced coldly at the approaching golden swordlight, then without hesitation pressed both hands together—the sphere vanished into the mirror’s surface. Instantly, black light flashed within, and countless identical spheres surged forth, rapidly merging into one.

In an instant, a colossal sphere, several zhang in diameter, emerged, engulfing the Silver-Winged Nightlord without mercy.

Blinding golden light flashed as the swordlight slashed violently against the sphere.

With a soft pop, the giant sphere shattered like a bubble—but each fragment flashed and multiplied into countless smaller spheres.

Yet the golden light had already swept over the Silver-Winged Nightlord in a flash; golden radiance flickered, dozens of flying swords interwove, and the flying corpse was sliced into countless pieces, the swordlight then piercing straight through the myriad small spheres.

Seeing this, Han Li felt no joy—only alarm. He did not believe for a moment that mere flying swords could kill this fiend.

Indeed, an unbelievable sight immediately appeared.

The small spheres converged at once, re-forming into one massive sphere, while the scattered remains blurred—then the Silver-Winged Nightlord reappeared within the giant sphere, perfectly intact, as if nothing had happened.

Han Li frowned.

At that moment, the purple beam and the two wind serpents from the black-clad beauty also surged forward.

The same eerie scene unfolded.

The giant sphere shattered again; the Nightlord was torn apart by wind and beam—but when the sphere reformed, the flying corpse stood whole and unharmed within, as if immortal.

The Silver-Winged Nightlord gazed at the two with a cold sneer, making no further move—but from the black mirror in his hand, spheres continued pouring forth endlessly, swelling the giant sphere to over ten zhang wide, still rapidly expanding.

Han Li’s expression grew grave. Though he did not know what would happen if trapped within the sphere, he knew it would not be good.

The black-clad beauty, though terrified, immediately formed hand seals and commanded the two wind serpents to launch a second assault.

The two serpents circled once, then plunged into the sphere again—easily shattered, the Nightlord vanishing like a phantom once more—but this time, the serpents did not retreat; instead, they opened their jaws and unleashed countless white misty wind blades, shooting in all directions, preventing the small spheres from re-coalescing, reducing them to even finer fragments.

For a moment, violent winds raged at the core of the original sphere, piercing shrieks echoing everywhere.

Han Li did not command the hovering flying swords to join the assault; instead, he narrowed his eyes, watching silently, blue light flickering deep within his pupils.

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