Chapter 1388: Desert Fierce Battle

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Long Dong, who had effortlessly dispatched the two green shadows, silently brandished the blood-red sword in his hand. Instantly, the sword began to dissolve, transforming into a deep crimson essence that vanished into his sword-holding palm. He exhaled deeply, his face first turning crimson, then becoming extremely pale, as if he had lost a significant amount of blood. He quickly took out a scarlet medicine bottle from his storage bracelet. After taking a scarlet pill, Long Dong dared not linger. He activated his escape light and swiftly broke through the air, heading into the distance.

Elsewhere in the desert, a white-robed girl stood gracefully atop a sand dune. A few meters away, four cold corpses lay scattered. These bodies had no visible wounds, yet they lay still, completely devoid of vital energy. The girl, stroking a milky-white long-necked jade bottle with one hand, displayed a mysterious, charming smile. Suddenly, she moved, transforming into a golden light that soared into the sky. After a few flashes, she vanished without a trace from the nearby sky.

Over ten thousand miles away, a flickering bluish-white electric arc streaked through the high sky. A short distance behind it, a cloud of black mist trailed. While its speed didn't appear remarkable, it somehow managed to keep close, seemingly impossible to shake off. The two, one in front and one behind, covered hundreds of miles in an instant. Suddenly, the black mist behind them trembled and abruptly vanished, only to reappear a short distance away in the void the next moment, continuing its pursuit. Immediately, the bluish-white electric arc in front also sprang forward, transforming into a white thread that covered a short distance in an instant, widening the gap once more. The two continued their pursuit, one following the other.

Inside the bluish-white electric arc, a figure with a pair of wings on its back flickered into view from time to time—it was Han Li. At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his gaze was unusually grim. Not long ago, after discovering that the old daoist in the black mist was pursuing him, he immediately activated his Wind-Thunder Wings in conjunction with his Nine Transformations of Gale movement technique, pushing his escape art to its limit. However, the black mist, whose origin was unknown, not only possessed astonishing speed but also had the ability to teleport. Despite pursuing each other over such a vast distance, they couldn't widen the gap even slightly.

Although this desert was vast, it was an area frequently active with foreign races. Continuing this chase, if other foreign races were alerted, the trouble would only escalate. As for the Blood Shadow Escape, a technique that greatly consumed vital energy, he had just used it once not long ago and was unwilling to easily employ it again unless absolutely necessary. After all, this desert was full of dangers, and he would soon enter the 'Trial of Heaven,' so he didn't want to overly deplete his vital energy. It seemed he had no choice but to confront the Shadow Clan member behind him. The fact that the opponent could possess a cultivator at the Mid-Integration Stage indicated that their status within the Shadow Clan was certainly not low; they were likely a Red Shadow corresponding to the Integration Stage. Against such a high-level being, if it were another foreign race, Han Li might have felt some apprehension. However, facing the Shadow Clan, he believed that the several profound abilities he possessed could counter this race, giving him some confidence for a fight. Furthermore, the several treasures he had cultivated and the new cultivation techniques he had refined after entering Tianyuan City had never truly been displayed before others. He wasn't entirely sure of their exact power. He only knew that their power should be extraordinary, and this Red Shadow would be a perfect target to test them on.

With thoughts racing like lightning, Han Li, after another teleportation, shook his wings and abruptly stopped in mid-air. As a result, the black mist, with incredible speed, pursued him to over a hundred feet behind Han Li, showing no intention of stopping, seemingly intending to directly pounce on him. This was not surprising at all! The Shadow Clan's most adept ability was to forcibly devour the primordial spirits and souls of other races, directly taking control of their bodies, and simultaneously gaining most of the body's abilities.

But how could Han Li truly allow his opponent to get close? Without a word, he rubbed his hands together and flung them outward. With a thunderous roar, a golden arc as thick as a bowl erupted from his hands, unexpectedly striking directly at the black mist. A faint "eh?" sound was heard, and the black mist suddenly flickered, disappearing into the nearby void. Han Li let out a cold snort. A blood-red mark suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and the Eye of Destruction instantly manifested, emitting a black line that also vanished in a flash.

After a deafening explosion, a violent ripple emanated from the void dozens of feet away. The old daoist, enveloped in a cloud of black mist, flickered and reappeared, letting out an unexpected low cry: "The Eye of Destruction! You actually cultivate this divine ability!" Han Li's mouth twitched slightly. Without saying a word, he secretly activated a spell, and the thick golden arc curved, unexpectedly appearing behind the old daoist and striking down fiercely after a rapid flash. The old daoist inwardly cursed, intending to dodge with a quick flicker, but Han Li, from a distance, unleashed a brilliant blue light from his eyes and let out a sharp reprimand. The sound was not loud, but when it reached his ears, it was like a colossal bell striking. The old daoist felt a buzzing in his ears, followed by a tearing pain in his mind, causing his body to involuntarily freeze.

After a clap of thunder, the golden electric arc struck the black mist. Countless thin golden lights bounced and intertwined, causing the black mist to churn and boil. Simultaneously, a massive, pain-filled croak suddenly emanated from the black mist. The black mist swirled rapidly, gathering at the old daoist's feet and transforming into a two-headed monstrous beast with a snake head and a frog body. Its four crimson eyes stared fixedly at Han Li, filled with raging fury. Upon seeing this, Han Li was stunned. The opponent's protective black mist had actually transformed into a monstrous beast, which was completely unexpected.

"Good, very good! A mere Spirit Transformation cultivator can still shake my mind. Your divine ability just now truly had some effect. Why don't you try using it again?" The old daoist, having endured the lightning strike, instantly regained his balance and gazed at Han Li with sinister eyes. Han Li's brow furrowed. It seemed the previous lightning strike had been borne by the monster beneath the old daoist's feet. Otherwise, given how lightning power suppressed the Shadow Clan, it would be impossible for him to be unharmed after being struck by such a powerful Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder. As for using the Soul-Stun Needle to attack again, he wouldn't do such a foolish thing. This type of attack was only effective when unexpected; otherwise, with the opponent's spiritual sense being even stronger than his own, it would have no effect.

Han Li said no more idle words. He raised one hand, revealing a palm as black as ink, and pressed it towards the daoist in the air. Immediately, air fluctuations reappeared above the old daoist's head. A dark, small mountain emerged. The mountain merely spun, instantly growing to a hundred zhang tall. The base of the peak emitted a brilliant grey light, and a series of grey halos rapidly descended to envelop the daoist. A fierce look flashed across the daoist's face. He swung his sleeve in the air, and a crystal-clear, half-foot-long small knife suddenly appeared. With just one flick of this knife in the air, a dazzling blade light flashed and cut out. With a "clash" sound, it was unknown what kind of treasure that small knife was, but as soon as the blade light touched the gray halo, it instantly dispersed it with a wave, striking hard at the base of the giant mountain. A resounding "buzz" like a bell toll emanated. The mountain remained completely still, but the blade light vanished in a flash.

The old daoist's expression subtly changed. Before he could make another move, Han Li extended his other hand, which was as white as jade. His five fingers separated, and five skull bone rings appeared. Immediately, five gigantic skull heads appeared around the old daoist. Simultaneously, they opened their mouths, spewing out five streams of intensely cold flames that merged into five-colored light flames, instantly engulfing the old daoist's figure. The daoist had initially worn a sneer, but the moment the five-colored flames touched him, his expression drastically changed. Suddenly, ten thousand zhang of red light burst forth around him. Countless crimson sword lights slashed wildly in all directions, swiftly transforming into a gigantic red lotus. An astonishing scene unfolded. As the lotus spun, the five-colored flames were all swept away, unable to touch him in the slightest.

Seeing this, Han Li's face darkened. He formed a hand seal, and the five skull heads let out a fierce roar, suddenly expanding several times in size and pouncing towards the red lotus. With several sharp "pupu" sounds, as the five skull heads reached the edge of the red lotus, five dazzling blade lights shot out from within the lotus. They flashed and vanished, then swiftly sliced each of the five skull heads into two halves. Subsequently, the red lotus completely burst apart. Wherever the red light passed, the five-colored flames shattered and dispersed, and the old daoist's figure reappeared, his expression indifferent. The wailing of ghosts echoed loudly, and the five skull heads reassembled as if new. However, they continued to make mournful sounds, seemingly becoming exceptionally awe-struck by the old daoist.

Han Li exhaled softly. With one hand, he solemnly pointed at the distant giant mountain. With a rumble, the giant mountain plummeted downwards. As such a colossal object hummed downwards, the old daoist's expression remained unchanged. He merely lightly tapped the beast beneath him with the tip of his foot. The beast's two snake heads simultaneously opened their mouths upwards, and two thick red shadows shot out, striking fiercely at the descending giant mountain. A sound like heaven and earth rending apart erupted. The giant mountain wobbled and was actually struck by the red shadows, sending it flying diagonally outwards. Seeing this scene, Han Li's pupils contracted, and his face finally became somewhat unsightly. These so-called red shadows were, astonishingly, the snake tongues sprayed forth by the two snake heads. They possessed such immense power that they could even send the peak transformed from the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain flying. With a grim expression, Han Li made a grabbing motion with both hands, and the small black mountain and the five skull heads flickered, disappearing into thin air. His hands, previously distinct in black and white, instantly returned to their normal skin color, showing no further abnormalities.

"Hehe, kid. You certainly have a lot of treasures, but trying to deal with me with your limited magical power? That's just wishful thinking. It seems you have no other tricks up your sleeve. Hand over your body." The old daoist seemed a bit impatient. As people watched for his next move, the two snake heads of the beast beneath him simultaneously let out a sharp cry. A circle of invisible ripples spread outwards like lightning, instantly affecting an area of several miles. Multicolored spiritual lights flickered in quick succession nearby. Innumerable monsters of various sizes, large as small mountains and small as merely a zhang tall, appeared out of nowhere like illusions. Each was hideous, and a foul wind billowed as they instantly surrounded Han Li, all staring at him with malicious intent.