Chapter 1232: Star Palace Battle (Twelve)

**VIP Volume 7: Traversing the Human Realm, Chapter 1211: Battle of the Star Palace (Part 12)**

A brilliant blue flame suddenly erupted from the dark, octagonal hammer, exuding an eerie chill.

Although its power was unknown, it was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary demonic flame.

However, when the hammer was entangled by the clear threads spewed from the Void Heaven Cauldron, it was forcibly trapped in mid-air, unable to unleash any of its power. No matter how the blue flames burned, the clear threads remained unharmed, seemingly impervious to the fire.

Han Li paid no heed to the changes overhead. His gaze shifted, and he fixed his eyes on the four streaks of black light rapidly approaching him.

“Holy Fiends?”

Han Li murmured in a voice barely audible, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly flicked his sleeve.

Immediately, several unexpected thunderclaps rang out. Four enormous golden arcs, as thick as a baby's arm, shot out from his sleeve, and with a flash, they accurately struck the four black lights that had just reached him.

After several 'boom' sounds, four dazzling golden glows burst open, and with a flash, engulfed the black lights. These illusions manifested by the demonic entities seemed to have met their nemesis, dissolving rapidly in the golden light like snow melting in warm spring sunshine.

It took no effort at all for Han Li!

At the exact same moment, the clear-colored figure behind Han Li raised its hand, and a small, crimson bow appeared in its grasp. With its other hand, it simply drew the string.

A roar immediately erupted. Amidst the dazzling red light, innumerable fiery arrows shot through the air, covering the sky as they flew towards the demonic creature opposite.

At this moment, the demonic creature, covered in barbs, had just stabilized its body. Seeing the sky-full of fiery arrows approaching, it showed no fear. With a loud roar, the bone spikes on its body simultaneously emitted faint crimson glows. Immediately, the crimson light flared brightly, instantly merging into a blood-red shield that enveloped its body.

Just as the demonic creature completed its defensive maneuver, the dense barrage of fiery arrows struck the blood-red shield in an instant.

Innumerable fiery arrows exploded upon the blood shield. Crimson flames completely engulfed the creature, and the sounds of explosions became a continuous roar, creating an astonishing display of power!

The demonic creature, engulfed in flames, remained completely unharmed within the blood shield. It took a deep breath, and with a wave of its silver arm, it attempted to forcibly part the crimson flames outside its shield.

But at that moment, a faint thunderclap suddenly came from the opposite side!

Startled, the demonic creature only then realized that, at some unknown point, a jade-green arrow, carrying faint golden arcs, had unexpectedly appeared right before its eyes.

Although it didn't know what was peculiar about this arrow, the creature instinctively swayed its body to dodge the small arrow to one side.

What the creature failed to notice was that just as the jade-green arrow reached its eyes, a dark, crystal-clear flying knife had mysteriously glided out from the void above its head. Then, it silently dropped to the side, landing precisely on the head of the demonic creature as it dodged.

The demonic creature remained completely unaware.

As a result, the clear-colored figure’s fiery bow paused, and the sky-full of fiery arrows suddenly dissipated and vanished. Its continuous attack abruptly ceased.

The porcupine-like demonic creature had just dodged the jade-green arrow to one side, feeling perplexed, when a dark light silently circled the creature's neck with lightning speed. Its triangular head silently rolled off with a thud.

The blood-colored shield could not block the dark light in the slightest!

This was hardly surprising. This Demon Marrow Flying Knife was refined from a Demon Marrow Drill. The Demon Marrow Drill itself was condensed from countless millennia of pure demonic energy. How could it then be blocked by a shield formed from similar demonic energy?

To this demon blade, the blood-colored shield might as well not have existed.

The humanoid puppet, controlled by the second Nascent Soul, without needing Han Li's command, flickered and appeared before the remaining corpse the instant it used the flying knife to slay the demon.

It opened its mouth, and a streak of black radiant light immediately swirled out, sweeping over the corpse.

As a result, a phantom image was forcibly pulled out from within. It was precisely the demonic shadow that had been projected into it earlier.

At this moment, the demonic shadow was extremely dim, as if it could dissipate at any moment. Swept by the radiant light transformed from extreme yin demonic energy, it was directly absorbed by the humanoid puppet, taken in by the second Nascent Soul hidden within the puppet.

Such pure demonic energy was quite beneficial for the second Nascent Soul cultivating the Extreme Yin Grand Art.

After the demonic shadow was absorbed, the headless demonic corpse on the ground, upon being blown by a gentle breeze, turned into dust and vanished without a trace.

The humanoid puppet then flickered and returned to Han Li's side, standing with its hands clasped behind its back.

From a distance, apart from the difference in attire, it was clearly two Han Lis standing side by side.

At this moment, Han Li was casually twirling the Three-Flame Fan in one hand, calmly gazing at his opponent.

“Brother Liudao's Six Extremes True Demon Art, I have already witnessed it,” Han Li said with surprising calmness. “I wonder if you have any other secret arts or cultivation methods that can further broaden my horizons? If not, I will send you on your way.”

The Six Paths Extreme Saint in the distance, his face somewhat pale, had an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

Two Nascent Soul Late-stage demonic creatures, which he considered his trump cards, were so easily killed by the opponent with a mere flick of a hand. This was truly an unbelievable turn of events.

Moreover, the several treasures the opponent consecutively used—the Three-Color Feather Fan, the clear-colored small cauldron, the green wooden ruler, and others—each possessed astonishing power. Aside from the small cauldron, which might be the legendary Void Heaven Cauldron, he had no clue about the other two. Furthermore, the avatar technique displayed by the opponent was profound and inscrutable. It could slay a demonic creature purely by itself, yet he simply couldn't discern what kind of avatar secret art the opponent was using!

His heart sank further!

How was this possible? The opponent had only advanced to the late stage in the past hundred-odd years at most. How could he possess such incredible secret arts and so many powerful treasures?

Although he had never seen a Spirit Transformation cultivator, judging by the divine abilities the opponent displayed, he likely wouldn't be far off.

Upon hearing Han Li's words again, a chill ran down the old devil's spine. His pupils contracted. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and actually spat out a hazy black cloud-like cloth.

The object swiftly flickered and immediately transformed into a swirl of black wind, enveloping him.

Then, a sharp whistling sound immediately came from within the wind. The entire mass of wind trembled and actually carried the old devil, shooting backward.

The black wind appeared unusually blurry. Its escape speed was too fast; after flickering a few times, it actually left behind a series of afterimages.

Just as one saw the wind escape to a certain spot, with a flicker, it bizarrely appeared even further away. Yet, another mass of black wind still lingered in its original spot.

In this manner, several masses of teleporting black wind seemed to appear simultaneously in the distant sky. In just a blink of an eye, they had escaped over a hundred zhang away. An ordinary Nascent Soul Late-stage cultivator would at this moment only be able to sigh in amazement at this bizarre escape speed.

Han Li was naturally no ordinary Late-stage cultivator. Seeing this scene, a peculiar expression appeared on his face instead:

“He actually got away,” Han Li mused. “This soul-bound magic treasure is indeed excellent for escape! If it were in the past, it might indeed have been a bit troublesome. But now, hmph, hmph...”

Han Li took a deep breath. As the Wind-Thunder Wings on his back trembled, loud thunderclaps suddenly erupted. Streaks of green and white electrical arcs emerged on the wings, then astonishingly transformed into masses of thunderballs that rolled down and floated in the nearby space, each one revolving erratically.

Then, with a slight spread of his wings, his body floated up into the air and tilted slightly.

At this point, Han Li glanced into the distance at the old devil who had turned into a blurry black shadow. He let out a cold snort from his nose, and with a sudden powerful flap of the feather wings on his back...