?Chapter 918: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 915 A Battle that Shocks the Demons Chapter 918: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 915 A Battle that Shocks the Demons Han Li, with electric arcs wildly dancing around his body, materialized a few zhang away, his golden lightning dazzling and resplendent, like a materialized god of lightning descending upon the earth.


    The Devil Clouds nearby were instantly swept clean upon contact, exposing a space about ten zhang in size, unexpectedly turning the tables and enveloping the old man within it, his figure unmistakably revealed.


    “Ah!” The green-robed elder couldn’t help but let out a low cry, realizing something was amiss, and with a flash of light on his body, he hurriedly tried to flee the area.


    But since Han Li had risked using Thunderstorm Wings to sneak over here, how could he let his opponent escape so easily?


    With a single flicker of his form, Han Li, followed by a trail of afterimages, closed in right in front of the old man, raising both hands simultaneously, shooting out a violet flame and a streak of golden light at the same time.


    The green-robed elder, seeing how swiftly Han Li moved, was greatly shocked and, neglecting other concerns, hastily opened his mouth and sprayed a breath of white air onto the ancient shield before him.


    A wall of greenish light emerged from the shield, standing between Han Li and the elder.


    The violet flame struck the light wall without hesitation.


    With a soft “hiss,” something astonishing happened that left the elder staring dumbfounded.


    The cold violet aura rapidly spread over the light wall, and a thick layer of ice swiftly covered the entire structure, freezing the green-colored ancient shield within it.


    “What cultivation technique is this, so domineering?” the elder exclaimed in involuntary shock.


    Another streak of golden light promptly followed, shooting forward.


    With a muted “pfft,” the golden light pierced the ice wall and vanished without a trace.


    But then, a glint of golden light reappeared right in front of the elder.


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    The green-robed elder, startled, almost subconsciously dodged frantically to one side.


    Immediately, he felt a chilling sensation on his shoulder and an unbearable sharp pain surged through him.


    He anxiously glanced to the side, only to see his own arm had been cleanly severed by the golden light.


    Had his reaction not been swift enough, his head would likely have been cut off as well.


    The golden light whirled upwards toward the high sky, revealing itself to be a small golden sword just an inch in length.


    Looking back, he then noticed a small hole in the ice wall in front of him.


    The golden light was so incredibly sharp that it had directly penetrated through the dual barriers of the ice wall and the shield’s light curtain, which was truly unbelievable.


    However, the elder had no time for astonishment, as he was at this moment at the peak of both alarm and fury.


    He quickly slapped a Daoist paper talisman on himself to stem the bleeding and then, grinding his teeth in rage, he glared ahead, wishing to tear Han Li to pieces as revenge for the pain of the severed limb.


    But when his gaze swept across the area, the space in front of him was completely empty; Han Li had vanished without a trace.


    “Not good!” Upon seeing this, the elder’s heart sank, and a chill coursed from the depths of his being.


    He no longer tried to find Han Li’s whereabouts, instead his hand swiftly reached for his storage pouch, intending to take out a treasure to protect his body.


    But it was already too late.


    A faint muffled sound came from behind the green-robed elder, followed by something that shattered his protective aura in a single blow.


    A hand wrapped in violet flame broke through his chest from behind before he could react, and icy coldness rapidly spread throughout his body, freezing him alive inside a chunk of ice.


    The elder could only feel a painful prickling sensation all over his body, which rendered him unable to move in the slightest, filling his heart with terror.


    Meanwhile, Han Li, who had eerily switched to his rear, showed no signs of mercy.


    With an effortless sweeping flick from his robe sleeve, a golden net descended overhead, where the electric arcs crackled and the purple ice shattered inch by inch.


    A baby shrouded in black light shot out from the broken ice, trying to disappear in a frantic teleport.


    But Han Li, who had anticipated this, coldly shouted.


    The golden net’s light surged huge, and after the elder’s Nascent Soul attempted to teleport, it crashed headlong into the golden net, unable to escape from within.


    A cold smile flashed at the corner of Han Li’s mouth, his hands forming a gesture, and the golden net suddenly contracted before violently exploding.


    The elder’s Nascent Soul dissipated into nothingness amid the flashing golden light.


    From the old man’s surprise attack to Han Li’s merciless counterattack and extermination of the green-robed elder, only a brief moment had passed.


    The yellow-robed large man and the other two from Fangspear Mountain were completely unable to intervene in time.


    Witnessing how easily Han Li had killed a fellow mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the two were extremely horrified, their faces paling simultaneously.


    The yellow-robed elder didn’t have time to think further.


    His lips twitched slightly as he conveyed a few words through sound transmission.


    Then, abandoning the continued besiegement of King Xuan Ye, alongside True Lord Tian Feng in the gale, he abruptly withdrew his Daoist paper talisman.


    The two of them simultaneously shot backward into the sand fog, their figures disappearing without a trace.


    Despite being seriously injured, King Xuan Ye had managed to hold his own against a dominant force but, with the body’s resilience of the Corpse Kings, he had withstood several Daoist paper talisman attacks and ultimately came out unscathed.


    However, the look in the old devil’s eyes as he glanced at Han Li carried a hint of something unusual.


    Beyond being shocked, he was also feeling somewhat uneasy.


    He knew that if he had not been critically injured and if he were not in these ancient tombs, he would never have been able to annihilate a cultivator of the same rank with such ease, let alone eradicate their Nascent Soul completely.


    Whether it was Han Li’s divine skills or his methods, they all sent a shiver down the old devil’s spine.


    “Could this person be a late Nascent Soul cultivator?” King Xuan Ye thought, reassessing Han Li.


    But indeed, Han Li was only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.


    This meant that this seemingly young cultivator’s heavenly skill was shockingly powerful, comparable to that of late Nascent Soul great divine power wielders.


    At this realization, Old Devil Zenith Yin took in a cold breath.


    It was fortunate that he had only sent a fiend demon transformation to find this person; had he chased after this man for the golden light barrier without knowing, he would likely have run into dire misfortune.


    Ever since he returned to the mountain ranges, he could no longer sense those two fiend demon transformations.


    It seemed they had been killed by their opponent.


    King Xuan Ye felt some trepidation and unconsciously blamed the disappearance of the two fiend demon transformations on Han Li.


    He hesitated for a moment, about to say something to Han Li, when the array around them suddenly underwent an astonishing change, drawing his attention away.


    The originally hazy yellow sand fog abruptly changed color, and within its murkiness, sand waves disappeared, giving way to the previously trapped dark grains of sand that had ensnared Han Li’s flying swords.


    The sand particles were not as dense as the yellow sand but twinkled with a cold, dark light, densely packed within the fog, creating an incredibly eerie sight.


    With the appearance of these black grains of sand, wails and howls grew louder.


    The sand transformed into a black fog, fiercely pressing together towards the center.


    “Not good.


    The Mad Sand fiend released all of the Lost Soul Sand, mingling it with the restrictive formations.


    Fellow Daoist, this sand can’t be defended against with ordinary spiritual treasures.


    One can only rely on their cultivation to endure it.


    But since he has mobilized so much Lost Soul Sand, his mana must be strained and cannot last.


    As long as we withstand a few fierce attacks, all will be well,” King Xuan Ye said, his expression turning grim as he urgently called out to Han Li.


    Now that he and Han Li were in the same predicament, he naturally didn’t want anything to happen to this immensely capable ally.


    He had previously seen Han Li break through the sand with golden lightning, but with so much Lost Soul Sand attacking at once, he didn’t believe Han Li could withstand it with just that lightning.


    “Lost Soul Sand?


    Such a heavy ghostly aura; it must be a Daoist paper talisman refined from souls.


    No wonder it can create such momentum,” Han Li murmured to himself while floating in the air, his face emotionless and showing not the slightest sign of guard.


    King Xuan Ye found this surprising, but as the black sand fog was about to engulf the remaining space, he had no time for other thoughts.


    He opened his mouth and spewed out grey-white flames, fists-sized at first, rapidly coalescing into a huge fireball that enveloped him.


    Only his cultivation of the Millennium Corpse Flame, honed over countless years, could withstand the assault of this Lost Soul Sand.


    But in the brief distraction, the dark fog engulfed the old devil in its midst.


    Corps flames and black light intertwined in a flash, emitting thunderous explosions, the intensity of the battle fierce.


    At that moment, Han Li’s figure slowly retreated towards the center of the space, and after a short while, when there was no room left to retreat, he suddenly slapped his spirit beast pouch at his waist.


    A beam of dark light shot out from the pouch and, after circling around, landed in front of him, revealing a small black monkey.


    The monkey, just a few inches tall, bore an unwilling expression a€“ it was the Weeping Soul Beast that had been refining corpse flames in the golden barrier.


    Having its cultivation disrupted by Han Li’s forceful summoning through spiritual sense, it was understandably in a foul mood.


    However, a few moments later, after sniffing a few times and sweeping its gaze across the ominously oppressive black fog approaching from all directions, its face instantly bore a look of delight.


    Without waiting for Han Li to urge it with spiritual sense, the Weeping Soul Beast thumped its chest with both hands and let out a deep, long howl.


    Black spikes on its body flickered incessantly, and its body swelled wildly, transforming into a giant ape over thirty feet tall.


    The face on its back became sharply distinct, writhing as if coming to life.


    Whether it was the two yellow-robed large men lying in wait within the sand fog or King Xuan Ye desperately resisting the Lost Soul Sand, all were inwardly shocked to see the spectacular emergence of this ape.


    As they pondered Han Li’s intention for releasing such a mysterious beast, the giant ape snorted, and a vast expanse of yellow light burst forth from its nostrils, encircling them in a myriad of light rays that protected Han Li and itself in the middle.


    The black sand fog finally bore down with formidable force, but upon contact with the full expanse of the yellow light, thick black qi emitted from it, swept up by the radiant light.


    With the dissipation of the black qi, those twinkling black grains of sand were instantly exposed amidst the fog.


    Seeing this, the giant ape did not hesitate and grinned widely, spewing a brilliant golden beam.


    Wherever the beam touched, the dust fell, and the black sand offered no resistance as it was fiercely sucked in, directly into the giant’s gaping mouth.


    In a blink of an eye, after several sweeps of the yellow light and the beam, the black sand fog was scattered, its ghostly aura dissipated, unable to approach Han Li by even an inch.


    The Weeping Soul Beast absorbed a sizable amount of the ghostly aura and black sand, causing the surrounding fog to gradually change from black to yellow.


    Hidden within the sand fog, the Mad Sand Ascetic and True Lord Tian Feng, who had drawn close, were taken aback.


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