Chapter 1671: Big Departure

The two had witnessed a glimpse of Han Li's true power that day, so they weren't overly surprised when the figure in the blood light suffered a minor setback. Nevertheless, their gazes towards Han Li were filled with an uncertain and shifting expression.

As for the figure in the blood light, Han Li's spiritual vision had already discerned her appearance somewhat clearly.

She was a woman with delicate eyebrows and cherry lips, dressed in a blood-red palace gown.

Although she had retrieved her two flying swords, her beautiful face was now filled with surprise.

Evidently, the formidable power of the Primordial Magnetic Divine Light had not only startled her but also made her deeply wary.

The three of them had Han Li surrounded. For a moment, they remained silent, yet showed no intention of letting him leave.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping towards the distant horizon.

He saw that the fiery clouds over there were still roaring and rumbling, shaking the heavens, their momentum seemingly even greater than before. However, surges of black water were emerging from below, constantly crashing into the fiery clouds.

The two seemed to be completely opposed in nature. As they intertwined, sky-shattering explosions erupted, causing half the sky to tremble unsteadily, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

Han Li's eyes flickered as his thoughts raced.

"Fellow Daoist Han," the elderly man named Yan spoke first after a brief stalemate, "I recall that Nephew Yue entered the mountain range with you. You are here, so I wonder if Nephew Yue is also nearby?"

"It's quite regrettable," Han Li said with a solemn expression, not attempting to conceal the truth. "Fellow Daoist Yue unfortunately met a sinister end not long ago; he has already perished."

"He has perished?" The elderly man named Yan was startled and asked repeatedly, "Could you tell us who was responsible?"

"When Fellow Daoist Yue encountered the enemy, no one else was present," Han Li said slowly, a slight frown on his brow. "I truly cannot say for sure."

"Oh, is that so?" The elderly man named Yan's expression turned grim; he clearly seemed somewhat skeptical.

Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle inwardly.

It seemed most likely that this person believed he was involved in Yue Zong's demise.

However, he had no deep acquaintance with the elderly man, so he naturally wouldn't bother to offer any special explanations. After glancing at the other two, he calmly asked:

"With this stance you three have taken, are you planning not to let me leave?"

"Hmph, why ask the obvious?" the green-haired alien snarled, his eyes flashing with fierce light. "Hand over the Spirit Ganoderma, and you can leave whenever you wish."

"Spirit Ganoderma? Heh heh, do the other two fellow Daoists also think so?" Han Li sneered, then asked the other two.

The elderly man named Yan's expression hardened slightly, but he did not respond. However, the woman in the blood light let out a cold glint from her bright eyes and said chillingly:

"We don't have much time. Let's attack together. After killing him, the three of us can then equally divide the Spirit Ganoderma. Otherwise, if that demon alligator and its iron-winged subordinates catch up, the item will certainly not fall into our hands." As she finished speaking, the woman immediately rubbed her hands together. With a flash of blood light, a fan engulfed in rolling blood flames appeared in her hand.

This fan was only about a foot in size, but it was crystal clear and shimmering all over, carved from pure white jade. Its surface was inscribed with dense blood-red runes, each one glowing like a flickering flame, an incredibly eerie sight.

"Alright, getting a third is better than getting nothing at all," the green-haired alien agreed without hesitation, proving that despite his ferocity, he was not foolish. With a flip of his hand, an ancient-looking small cauldron appeared in his palm. With a spin, it instantly transformed to a remarkable size, suspending motionless before him.

Seeing the other two making their moves, the elderly man named Yan hesitated slightly, then gritted his teeth and shook his sleeve.

A ball of silver light shot out, revealing itself to be a sparkling silver seal.

When it first flew out, it was only about an inch in size. But with a roll, it immediately transformed into a massive object several zhang tall, simultaneously emitting sounds of wind and thunder.

The three had instantly formed a united front.

Seeing this, Han Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed inwardly.

These three were all peak Void Refinement stage cultivators; their escape speed would certainly not be much slower than his. If he wanted to avoid battle, it would likely be impossible. The only way to escape was to truly defeat or kill all three of them.

He had already realized this after he had previously acted to collect the Spirit Ganoderma.

Therefore, upon seeing the actions of these three, he did not panic. He even made a summoning gesture with one hand in the air before they could launch their attack.

Instantly, the illusion of the black small mountain before him swirled with layers of gray light and hurtled straight towards the elderly man. Even before it fully descended, the mountain, amidst countless rays of light, suddenly transformed into a massive object ten zhang tall, pressing down with an oppressive black mass.

The elderly man named Yan was startled. Without thinking further, his body flew backward, while he simultaneously pointed a finger at the silver seal in front of him.

This treasure hummed, its volume also rapidly expanding several times, and it shot up to meet the mountain peak in the sky.

With a deafening "boom," a dazzling ball of light exploded at the base of the mountain peak.

The entire sky trembled violently, and a wave of invisible fluctuations spread out from the point of their collision.

Although that silver seal was also a powerful treasure, how could it compare to the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain, which had undergone a second refinement?

Although it merely held up the Primordial Magnetic Divine Mountain for a moment, it ultimately shattered with a crisp sound, utterly unable to withstand the immense weight of the black mountain peak.

The massive mountain peak immediately descended with overwhelming force. Simultaneously, a large swath of gray light swept out, engulfing the elderly man.

The elderly man named Yan's expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth and actually spat out a piece of milky white gauze. As this gauze moved, it instantly transformed into a mass of white clouds that drifted upwards above his head.

At the same time, white light shimmered on the elderly man's face as he continuously flicked his ten fingers into the air, and streaks of multi-colored magical incantations flashed and disappeared into the clouds.

When the black mountain peak landed on the white clouds, it seemed as if it had struck another mass of cotton, and more than half of its force was instantly dissipated without a trace.

Han Li was slightly startled by this.

However, in this brief delay, the green-haired alien and the woman in the blood light both made their moves in unison.

The green-haired alien opened his mouth, and a misty green essence sprayed onto the cauldron.

The giant cauldron hummed, and its lid flew high into the sky.

The next moment, a stream of radiant light shot out from the cauldron. As it dispersed, the surrounding world changed color, and a gloomy yellow wind howled forth, then transformed into several yellow wind dragons, charging directly towards Han Li.

As for the woman in the blood light, she gently fanned the blood-red fan in her hand.

Instantly, the runes on the fan flickered, and a great "poofing" sound erupted as countless orbs of blood flames surged forth from the fan's surface, rushing densely towards Han Li.

Han Li witnessed this scene with an expressionless face. With a flip of his hand, a shimmering green small cauldron, indeed the Xutian Cauldron, instantly emerged with a flash of green light.

Then, he opened his mouth again, and a ball of silver flames sprayed out. With a spin, it suddenly transformed into a silver firebird about a foot in size.

"Go!"

Han Li waved his sleeve and let out a low shout. The green small cauldron trembled and flew into the air, and with a flicker, its lid suddenly vanished.

A hum that shot straight to the heavens emanated from the cauldron, and the patterns of beasts and birds inscribed on its surface all became blurred instantly.

With a burst of shimmering green spiritual light, the illusory figures of giant beasts and strange birds suddenly appeared around the small cauldron. With grotesque roars, they charged forward, meeting the several yellow wind dragons.

As soon as the two sides met, they immediately tore into each other, appearing difficult to separate for a time.

On the other side, the silver firebird spread its wings and spontaneously flew to meet the countless blood-red fireballs filling the sky.

The surfaces of these fireballs were covered in rolling blood flames, so intensely red that they seemed to drip. It was clear at a glance that these were no ordinary flames.

Even the woman in the blood-red palace gown had an unruffled and calm expression, seeming extremely confident in the power of the blood-red fan in her hand.

But the next moment, a look of sudden surprise appeared on her face.

Because the silver firebird, originally only about a foot in size, just as it was about to plunge into the multitude of fireballs, suddenly let out a clear cry. Its wings abruptly flapped, and its body instantly seemed like a balloon being inflated, rapidly growing at an incredible rate.

One zhang, three zhang, five zhang, ten zhang...

In the blink of an eye, the silver firebird's size reached thirty zhang. Its feathers were a lustrous silver, tinged with white, and within the white, silver runes shimmered into existence. From afar, it sparkled like a silver phoenix, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Han Li's heart also skipped a beat upon seeing this scene.

Although he knew that the Spirit Devouring Firebird would certainly undergo some evolution after devouring the Golden Crow True Fire, its sudden transformation into such an astonishing appearance still startled him. What's more, this was happening while the Golden Crow True Fire had not yet been fully refined.

The Spirit Devouring Firebird itself already possessed a certain level of sentience, so Han Li didn't even need to consciously urge it; it simply flapped its wings sharply forward.

The silver feathers on its wings immediately shot out. From afar, it looked as if countless silver crossbow bolts were simultaneously unleashed, and with a flash, they accurately pierced through every blood-red fireball.

Continuous "thump-thump" sounds rang out.

The surfaces of those fireballs immediately deformed irregularly, and one after another, they burst open, scattering into tiny points of blood flame.

The woman in the blood light was extremely surprised and angry, but she didn't truly become flustered. She tossed the blood-red fan in her hand into the air, while with her other hand, she formed a spell incantation and gravely pointed a finger.

A spiritual light flashed as a blood-red beam of light shot out from her fingertip, instantly disappearing into the blood-red fan.

The runes on the fan began to churn and leap, rapidly forming strange, shifting patterns that resembled magical arrays.

Instantly, the scattered blood flames in the distance flickered and flew towards different locations, appearing as if they were about to coalesce once more.

However, at this moment, the silver feathers that had pierced through the fireballs suddenly burst into fierce flames and transformed into fist-sized silver fireballs.

As these silver orbs trembled, a loud whooshing sound filled the air, and they shot towards the scattered blood flames.

As a result, any blood flame struck by a silver fireball immediately vanished without a sound or trace, being swiftly devoured by the silver fireball, appearing to offer no resistance whatsoever.

In an instant, more than half of the blood flames swirling in the sky simply vanished into thin air.

Upon seeing this situation, the woman in the blood light's face immediately turned pale as a sheet.