Chapter 1473: Tian Gang Blood Thunder, Golden Crow Spiritual Fire

On the second level of the Northern Abyss, four Feiling Race scions with pale wings and flowing hair were walking and fighting simultaneously with four black venomous scorpions, several feet long.

Although these scorpions had no wings, they could somehow fly through the air, moving with unusual agility. Moreover, they spat corrosive acid, and their tail stings were incredibly venomous. The four Feiling individuals found themselves greatly troubled and were truly unable to immediately shake off these black scorpions.

More than half an hour later, when one Feiling individual, gritting his teeth, unleashed an extremely potent divine ability at the cost of significant magical power, releasing clusters of dazzling blue fire orbs that turned the three or four black scorpions surrounding them into ashes, the remaining black scorpions finally retreated unwillingly.

Only then did the four Feiling individuals let out a long breath, feeling somewhat relieved.

But before they could even speak, a flash of spiritual light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and a mass of blood-red mist rolled in from the horizon.

This blood mist was silent, moving with ghost-like speed. After a few flashes, it appeared near the four Feiling individuals and spun around them several times.

Startled, the four Feiling Race holy scions naturally immediately adopted defensive postures.

From within the blood mist, a cold snort was heard, and a pair of eyes filled with madness faintly appeared. After a brutal gaze swept over the four Feiling individuals, a hoarse voice emerged, which struck fear into the hearts of the Feiling Race members.

“Although you’re not those specific people, since I've encountered you, consider yourselves unlucky.”

No sooner had these words fallen than a thunderous roar erupted from the blood mist; the nearby sky suddenly turned blood-red, and strange blood clouds eerily materialized, then began to churn incessantly.

“Oh no, it’s the Heavenly Gang Blood Lightning! Run!” As soon as one of the four Feiling individuals saw this scene, his face instantly turned deathly pale. With a loud shout, he leaped up, transforming into a streak of yellow light, and fled desperately in a certain direction.

The other three holy scions, upon hearing the words “Heavenly Gang Blood Lightning,” were also terrified out of their wits. With a flash of spiritual light, they too activated their escape lights and turned to flee.

However, at that very instant, a clap of thunder erupted in the sky, and four streaks of blood-red lightning flashed into existence within the clouds, then twisted and vanished into thin air. The next moment, four bolts of blood lightning appeared above the four fleeing escape lights and descended without hesitation.

Four agonizing screams were heard, and the four escape lights instantly disintegrated the moment the blood lightning struck their bodies.

The bodies of these four Feiling Race holy scions flashed wildly a few times in the electric light, then turned to ashes. Neither their protective spiritual light nor their defensive treasures had any effect whatsoever.

A burst of maniacal laughter emanated from the blood mist, followed by a surge of blood-red light. The blood mist then shot into the distant sky like a meteor, vanishing without a trace in a matter of moments.

Innumerable miles away, Han Li let out a soft sigh, looking at the seven Feiling individuals who had suddenly appeared before them and surrounded them with ill intent. He calmly asked:

“Fellow Daoists, why aren't you seeking the Netherflame Fruit? Why are you stopping us?”

“It seems our Heavenly Peng Race has no grievances with your esteemed race,” Bai Bi also said in a deep voice from the side. His expression appeared quite calm.

“Hehe. Indeed, the Heavenly Peng Race has no entanglements with our Black Spirit Race. However, powerful branches like the Chijiao Race had secretly issued a bounty to our other branch holy scions before we even set out. As long as we can ensure you all remain in the Underworld Abyss forever, we will receive considerable benefits. If we hadn't met you, so be it; we wouldn't have gone out of our way to find you. But since we’ve run into you, our Black Spirit Race won't refuse such a convenient opportunity.” A tall Feiling individual, whose wings and skin were entirely dark, said to Han Li with his arms crossed, an arrogant expression on his face.

The other Black Spirit individuals surrounding Han Li and his three companions all wore expressionless faces, as if they had already sealed their fate. This was understandable, as even if the Gaomie Race wasn't among the top-ranked branches of the seventy-two, it was still among the upper-middle tier, far superior to weaker branches like the Heavenly Peng Race, which were almost at the bottom.

“A bounty?” Han Li frowned, finding this somewhat unexpected.

“We've said all that needs to be said; you won't be confused ghosts in the underworld now. Now you can depart in peace.” The leading Black Spirit individual was unwilling to say more; a murderous aura appeared on his face, and he raised a hand.

Seeing this, the Black Spirit individuals in other directions opened their mouths without a word, each spraying out a black feather plume.

Initially, they were only about an inch long, but with a flick of their hands, they instantly grew to about a foot in length, their surfaces gleaming with dark light. Runes churned on them, indicating at a glance that they were no ordinary objects.

The six Black Spirit individuals, holding their feather plumes, simultaneously waved them towards Han Li and the others, and streaks of black flame eerily jetted out from the plumes, then swiftly unfurled and spread in all directions.

With a 'boom,' the black flames formed a massive fire barrier, trapping all four individuals within it.

These Black Spirit individuals showed no mercy in their attack, intending to completely annihilate the Heavenly Peng Race members and their companions in one go. As for Qin Xiao of the Night Green Race, although he was not a member of the Heavenly Peng Race, they clearly had no intention of letting him off either.

When Lei Lan saw this fire, her face changed dramatically. Silver arcs immediately flared around her, instantly forming a protective layer that completely enveloped her. Then, a golden gourd at her neck trembled, releasing slender purple electric threads. The electric arcs instantly turned purple, creating an astonishing display.

After doing all this, she hurriedly called out:

“Brother Han, this is the Golden Crow Spirit Fire of the Black Spirit Race. It can absorb our magical power and cultivation, it’s extremely terrifying. You absolutely must not let it touch your body.”

Bai Bi and Qin Xiao also showed horrified expressions and similarly hurried to cast spells in a flurry.

One released myriad golden rays, while the other conjured a dark green jade token, releasing strands of green light, desperately resisting the onslaught of the black flames.

“Golden Crow Spirit Fire! Interesting!” Han Li smiled, making no discernible movement, yet a five-colored spiritual flame emerged from his body. Although the black flames were incredibly powerful, the moment they came into contact with this spiritual flame, a rumbling sound like muffled thunder erupted. The reaction upon their contact was violently intense, as if cold water had been poured into boiling oil.

Seeing this, the Black Spirit individuals were momentarily stunned.

However, the leading Black Spirit individual’s pupils contracted, and he immediately shouted without hesitation:

“Increase the power of the Spirit Fire! There are so many of us; even if this kid has some divine ability that can temporarily resist the Spirit Fire, he won't last long!”

This man seemed to hold great prestige among the Black Spirit individuals. The rest of them agreed, waving their feather plumes even more rapidly. Behind each of them, a phantom image of a large black bird appeared, most of them exceptionally blurry, with only one or two appearing somewhat clearer. Even those flickered between light and dark, clearly unstable.

However, once these True Spirit phantoms materialized, the power of the black feather plumes immediately surged. The flames they spat out became almost pitch-black, and wherever the black flames swept, even the surrounding space faintly hummed and crackled, subtly twisting and deforming.

This was clearly a manifestation of the flames reaching an extreme level of power.

With such power, Lei Lan and Qin Xiao's initial defenses immediately showed signs of breaking. Terrified, the three hurriedly conjured other treasures, but they still couldn't hold on for long.

But the five-colored spiritual flame on Han Li's body seemed inexhaustible. Even as the power of the black flames greatly increased, the five-colored spiritual flame also surged several feet, steadily holding the black flames at bay.

At this point, the leading Black Spirit individual's expression turned grim. But before he could speak again, Han Li glanced at Lei Lan and the others who were desperately resisting the black flames nearby, and suddenly opened his mouth. A mass of silver flame shot out, and with a 'whoosh,' it transformed into a silver firebird.

The moment this firebird appeared, it fixed its gaze on the black flames outside the spiritual aura. It let out a joyful, clear cry. Then, with a spread of its wings, its size rapidly expanded several times, transforming into a silver giant bird about ten feet in size.

Then, without waiting for Han Li to prompt it, the silver firebird plunged straight into the black flames outside. The black and silver flames briefly intertwined, utterly silently, but then the firebird's body seemed to become a bottomless pit. All the nearby black flames surged and vanished into it.

The Spirit Devouring Heavenly Flame was originally a mutated form of various powerful True Fires and possessed a trace of innate spirituality. It was most adept at devouring various spiritual flames.

Although this so-called Golden Crow Spirit Fire was not truly the Golden Crow Divine Flame, which could melt space and incinerate the earth, driven by a true Golden Crow spirit, it still contained a trace of the Golden Crow Divine Flame's power by utilizing Golden Crow feathers. It was precisely what the Spirit Devouring Heavenly Flame loved to devour the most.

Therefore, as soon as Han Li released the Spirit Devouring Firebird into the black flames, it immediately began to devour them without restraint. In just a few breaths, all the fiercely burning black flames surrounding them were completely devoured by the circling firebird, leaving not a trace.

The Black Spirit individuals were instantly dumbfounded!

Lei Lan, Bai Bi, and the others were naturally overjoyed!

“Who are you? The Heavenly Peng Race absolutely does not possess such a divine ability!” the leading Black Spirit individual, in his shock, demanded angrily.

“I don’t seem to have a reason to answer you,” Han Li said softly. With a spread of the wings on his back, he suddenly transformed into a streak of azure-white electric arc and vanished from his spot. The leading Black Spirit individual was clearly also a person with extremely rich combat experience. Upon seeing this, without a moment’s hesitation, he flicked one sleeve, while simultaneously forming a hand seal with his other hand.

Immediately, a black silk net shot out from his sleeve, but its target was not Han Li; instead, it flipped to cover the man himself, instantly forming a layer of black sand that tightly enveloped him.

With a raised hand, he then spat out three dark black lightning orbs, each the size of a cup's mouth, which began to orbit around his body.

After a clap of thunder, Han Li appeared almost right next to the black sand barrier.

With three loud 'booms,' the three lightning orbs flashed and vanished, striking Han Li precisely. However, a set of black battle armor had already appeared on Han Li's body at some unknown point.

Even with their power, the three lightning orbs barely managed to disperse less than half of the malevolent armor and failed to harm Han Li in the slightest.

Instead, Han Li, with an expressionless face, flashed with golden light, and a layer of golden scales appeared on his body. His single arm blurred slightly and shot out with lightning speed. His five fingers, like hooks, aimed directly for the vital spot on the Black Spirit individual's back.

With a 'shredding' sound, the layer of black gauze, which seemed extraordinary, was torn open as easily as paper under the flashing golden light of his fingers.

The Black Spirit man felt a chill on his back, as a golden arm pierced through his chest. Strangely, the entire arm was unstained by a single drop of blood.