Chapter 1202: Entering the Abyss

Chapter 1203: Demonization

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A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Han Li, Volume 7: Roving the Human Realm

A chill ran through Han Li's heart!

Because his crimson eyes were filled with brutality, not at all like a normal person's gaze, but rather like a beast consumed by bloodthirsty madness.

Han Li's mind raced. While still wondering if the other party was indeed his target for this trip, the black shadow's roar ceased. With a flicker of its form, it suddenly vanished into the demonic energy below.

Han Li's expression shifted. Without hurrying, he shook his sleeve, and a silver shield appeared. It then transformed into a silver light barrier, enveloping his form.

Just as he completed his defenses, the demonic energy behind him churned. A demonic arm, covered in coarse black fur, shot out like lightning and latched onto the light barrier.

With a thunderous boom, the demonic claw surprisingly penetrated more than half a chi into the silver barrier.

Han Li felt the light barrier shake violently, and at the same time, an immense force directly transmitted through it.

His expression slightly changed. He took two small steps forward, shifting his stance, to neutralize the impact of this immense force.

But simultaneously, with a flick of his single hand, a golden sword several chi long mysteriously appeared. Grasping it, he swung it swiftly backward without turning his head.

A golden flash later, half of the furry arm was severed.

The black shadow roared, stumbled back several steps, before regaining its balance. But its pair of blood-red eyes stared fiercely at Han Li, full of savage intent.

"So it is you. But it seems the infusion wasn't successful; you've become half-demonic and even lost your consciousness." Only then did Han Li turn around, observing the black shadow carefully before letting out a soft sigh.

At this moment, the black shadow was only about ten zhang away. Naturally, Han Li could see it clearly.

The opponent resembled the Heavenly Fiend Demonic Corpse that Han Li had seen before, but much of its black robe was gone, revealing long corpse hair. Some vital areas had developed fist-sized, pitch-black scales that shimmered with an eerie cold light. Its original skull-like face was covered by a faint layer of black mist, making its features appear unusually twisted and utterly hideous.

The back of the demonic corpse's hand had been severed by Han Li, but not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound, as if it had no blood within its body.

It let out a low roar, but merely gazed at the golden sword in Han Li's hand, not pouncing forward again.

Clearly, Han Li's previous strike had made it wary. Thus, although it wished to tear Han Li into a thousand pieces, it refrained from attacking again out of instinct. And despite having a storage bag hanging from its waist, it didn't know how to take out treasures to fight back, showing no sign of intelligence.

It turned out that the demonic energy in the Ten Thousand Fathom Demonic Abyss might not have been as strong as the energy suppressed by Kunwu Mountain, but the degree of demonization far exceeded the Second Nascent Soul's expectations. Furthermore, because the Second Nascent Soul was worried about Han Li potentially coming to find it, it became impatient in the final stage of the demonic energy infusion and accelerated the process.

Although the Second Nascent Soul possessed the Great Evolution Arts, it had only cultivated it to the second level due to being busy practicing the Profound Yin Grand Technique. While its spiritual sense was indeed stronger than other cultivators of the same rank, it was somewhat strained when used to resist demonic energy for extended periods.

As a result, although the demonic corpse's body endured the demonization process, the Nascent Soul, just as the infusion was nearing completion, failed to resist the demonic energy's invasion and lost its mind.

At this moment, the demonic corpse had completely transformed into a half-demonic entity that only knew how to kill and act on instinct. It was no stronger than wild beasts that hadn't gained intelligence.

After a careful observation, Han Li confirmed that the opponent had indeed lost its mind. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he also found the situation somewhat amusing.

He had regarded the opponent as a major hidden danger and had rushed here with such urgency under the cover of night, only to find such an unexpected outcome. It truly left him speechless.

However, facing such an opponent made him much more relaxed. Capturing the other party should be effortless.

Thinking this, Han Li no longer hesitated. He raised one hand, and the Three-Colored Feather Fan appeared in his palm.

Since the opponent had lost its mind, he naturally didn't need to be polite. He could simply use the Three Flames Fan to forcefully dissolve its demonic body. Without a body, the Second Nascent Soul would naturally be captured without a fight.

But just as the Three Flames Fan emanated its three-colored spiritual light, the demonic corpse opposite suddenly let out a loud roar. A demonic wind swirled around its body, and then the surrounding pure demonic energy suddenly condensed around its severed arm, constantly shifting.

An incredible scene unfolded: a pitch-black arm, identical to the previous one, instantly formed, as if it had never been severed by Han Li.

"Indestructible Body!"

Han Li was momentarily stunned, but then a cold smile appeared on his face. He increased the spiritual energy he was channeling into the feather fan.

Although the divine ability of an Indestructible Body was rare, it wasn't the first or second demonic beast with this talent that he had slain.

As long as he used more powerful force to completely destroy it, the opponent would naturally be unable to regenerate.

After a whistling sound, a firebird several chi in size flew out from the fan, surrounded by three-colored runes, and shot directly towards the opponent. As soon as the surrounding demonic energy touched the three-colored flames, it instantly vanished, creating an astonishing display of power.

The demonic corpse opposite seemed to sense trouble. If the Second Nascent Soul had still been conscious, it would naturally never have directly confronted the astonishing power of the Three Flames Fan.

However, at present, the demonic corpse, having lost its intelligence, was provoked into a frenzy of brutality. With a loud roar, the nearby demonic energy churned and surged wildly beneath its body.

Immediately, the demonic corpse's body grew by about a chi. Then, it opened its mouth, and a column of light as black as ink shot out, directly meeting the three-colored firebird.

With an earth-shattering boom. In the depths of the Demonic Abyss, a three-colored halo and a black light mass simultaneously erupted. After interweaving and entwining, the two surprisingly remained in a stalemate for a time.

"Oh?" Han Li let out a soft exclamation upon seeing this, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

The power of the Three Flames Fan was so immense that even Nascent Soul cultivators typically dared not directly block it.

Although this particular attack only utilized a portion of its spiritual energy, the opponent had met it head-on with a mid-Nascent Soul cultivation base, which was greatly beyond his expectations.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at the situation not far away.

After the runes on the surface of the three-colored light wildly flickered, it finally overwhelmed the black light mass, gradually devouring it, and then began to roll towards the demonic corpse.

Seeing this, the demonic corpse's fierce gaze flickered. It once again inhaled the nearby demonic energy and opened its mouth, ready to unleash another black light column.

Upon seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened. After a thunderous boom, a pair of azure and white feathered wings surprisingly appeared on his back.

It was precisely his Wind-Thunder Wings, which he had refined a second time.

Without moving his limbs, he flapped his wings, and his figure vanished amidst a gentle breeze.

The next moment, an azure electric arc flashed behind the demonic corpse. Han Li silently reappeared, raising his fist and striking an empty space directly behind the demonic corpse.

A huge, brilliant azure fist instantly appeared behind the demonic corpse and struck fiercely.

With a bang, the unprepared demonic corpse was sent flying, crashing headfirst into the three-colored halo ahead.

Inside, the demonic corpse's extremely panicked roars immediately rang out, and streaks of pitch-black demonic energy emerged from its body, attempting to resist the light flames' incineration.

But under Han Li's expressionless gaze, the demonic corpse, enveloped by the three-colored light flames, first saw its black energy rapidly dissolving. Then, with each breath, its body began to gradually melt and disintegrate, seemingly unable to hold on for even a moment.

With a flash of the three-colored runes, the demonic corpse was completely engulfed.

A cold glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. With a spin of the Three Flames Fan in his hand, he prepared to disperse the three-colored flames and then capture the Second Nascent Soul within.

But just then, the three-colored halo violently trembled. A ball of blood-red light burst forth in its center, surprisingly forcing an opening through the halo.

Immediately, a black glint flashed, and a dark streak of light shot out from within. After several flickers, it reached an altitude of over thirty zhang.

Han Li, startled, concentrated his gaze. Within the dark streak of light, a Nascent Soul, black and green all over, floated there, holding a small, pitch-black banner. Who else could it be but the Second Nascent Soul?

This Nascent Soul looked back at Han Li with a cold glance. Its eyes were surprisingly clear, as if its consciousness had fully recovered.

Han Li let out a grunt without thinking too much, flapped the wings on his back, and mysteriously vanished.

Seeing this, the Second Nascent Soul's expression drastically changed. It suddenly threw the small black banner in its hand downwards. Then, forming a hand seal with both hands, it fiercely pointed a finger at the banner.

The Yinluo Banner, which Han Li had personally repaired years ago, spun rapidly, its surface flickering with black light. Then, with a whoosh, it surprisingly burst apart on its own.

After a massive explosion, countless dense black light threads shot out, forming a giant net of heaven and earth beneath the Second Nascent Soul's feet, instantly engulfing an area of several li.

The Second Nascent Soul let out a long cry, then tore through the air towards a higher altitude without looking back.

Below the black net, an azure arc shot out from thin air, and Han Li's figure mysteriously reappeared.

He looked at the large black net above his head, then glanced at the nearly vanished Second Nascent Soul, a hint of icy coldness flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, he shook his sleeve, and a dazzling golden light struck the black threads, but the black net merely trembled slightly and did not break.

Han Li frowned, and pointed a finger at the golden light.

As the golden light flickered, a layer of golden electric arcs appeared within it. After a swirl, the golden light struck again.

With a boom, this time the black net was forcefully torn open, creating a large hole.

Without a word, Han Li leaped, transforming into an azure rainbow that shot out from the large hole, directly pursuing the Second Nascent Soul.

Almost simultaneously, at the oceanic exit of the Ten Thousand Fathom Demonic Abyss, dozens of cultivators stood in several formations around a seal, holding formation flags and arrays.

Each of them had a solemn expression, and the formation flags and arrays in their hands emitted spiritual light of various colors, indicating they had already been activated.

Suddenly, a loud sound came from within the white seal, followed by a violent tremor. A black giant sword, several zhang long, mysteriously pierced through the seal. With a single stroke, it tore open a ten-zhang-long gash in the seal.

A mass of dark light shot out from the opening.