Chapter 2205: War of the Demon World The Great Battle of the Wood Clan (10)

This divine ability to directly create only teleportation arrays is quite rare! However, now that you've sent us both here, do you really intend to fight us two against one?” The robed elder stared at the colossal figure behind Han Li, his eyes flashing with solemnity as he asked.

“Neither of you are here in your true forms, so why can't I fight two against one?” Han Li smiled faintly and said nonchalantly.

“It's easy to say, of course, but as the price for those words, you'll leave your life with me.” Hearing this, the robed elder became furious and laughed instead. With a single-hand incantation, a beam of crimson light shot up from behind him. After a momentary flicker, it transformed into a crimson worm shadow over ten zhang long.

The worm shadow was not only entirely crimson and corpulent in shape, but also closely resembled a giant silkworm. However, its head inexplicably sprouted a large maw filled with fangs. From a distance, it looked incredibly grotesque and terrifying!

With a ‘bang’!

As soon as the worm shadow appeared, its large maw suddenly opened, and a crimson light burst forth.

The crimson light, upon leaving the maw, blurred and split apart, transforming into countless blood-red threads that coiled towards Han Li.

“Good!”

Han Li's smile vanished. He let out a low shout, and immediately, the colossal figure behind him moved its six arms.

Instantly, tearing sounds filled the air. Countless golden fist shadows appeared before him and transformed into clusters of golden light, meeting the dense blood threads.

A continuous series of ‘rumbling’ sounds echoed.

The moment the golden fist shadows touched the blood threads, they exploded into golden light. After waves of air swept outwards, they forcefully blocked the blood threads on the opposite side.

Seeing this, the robed elder let out a cold snort. As he quickly formed hand seals, he suddenly pointed a finger at the blood threads.

An astonishing scene unfolded!

The dense blood threads suddenly twisted and writhed as if coming to life. With just a tremor, they flickered into the void and vanished.

The next moment, the void in front of Han Li rippled. Countless blood threads hissed as they shot out, raining down violently towards Han Li.

Han Li's expression subtly changed. Without moving his feet, his body glided several zhang backward. Below him, the azure sword lotus spun and suddenly expanded, its petals instantly transforming into several layers of hazy azure light screens, blocking his front.

As soon as the blood threads shot into the azure sword barrier, amidst the flashing azure light, they were immediately shredded to pieces by the sword light.

Despite the multitude of blood threads, not a single one could penetrate the light screen. All of them scattered, transforming into wisps of blood mist.

A bloody stench instantly permeated a good portion of the sky.

What was surprising, however, was that the robed elder in the distance, upon seeing his attack was ineffective, not only did not show disappointment, but instead, a strange glint flashed in his eyes, and his lips curved slightly upward.

At this moment, Han Li seemed to perceive something. His gaze instantly swept, glancing at the winged woman on the other side.

As an unusual blue light flashed in his eyes, his expression suddenly darkened, as if he had discovered something. After swiftly sweeping his powerful divine sense around him, one of his arms suddenly made a ‘crunching’ sound, growing thicker. He then threw a backhand punch like lightning towards his back.

With a ‘boom’.

The fist instantly glowed brilliantly golden, as if cast from pure gold. As the fist wind surged, faint rumbling sounds of thunder arose.

At the same time, in the void where the golden fist was aimed, after an almost imperceptible ripple, a translucent, winged, graceful figure ghost-like emerged from the ripples.

The golden fist flashed by, reaching the figure's head, and ruthlessly smashed out without any reservation.

As a result, the eerie figure seemed to have, as if by arrangement, actively moved into the path of the fist.

Upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flickered across the figure's pale face. However, with just a slight twist of its body, its form became indistinct once more.

After a gust of wind swept by, the golden fist flashed through the head of the winged figure, but it passed through nothing, as if striking empty space.

Only then did the blurred figure truly flicker and disintegrate like foam.

“Escaped!”

Han Li swiftly turned around, as if a ghost. After his gaze swept towards another spot in the nearby void, he raised an eyebrow and murmured.

At the spot he was looking, after a slight ripple, the winged figure eerily reappeared with another flicker, and gazed at Han Li with equally cold eyes.

It was none other than the winged demoness.

Yet, near the robed elder, another winged woman was clearly still floating motionlessly in her original spot.

Both in facial expression and attire, the two were identical.

“Among those in the Integration stage, to cultivate illusion and concealment arts to such a degree, this is truly the first time I, Han, have seen it. If not for my spiritual eyes and relatively strong divine sense, I might have truly believed you were still standing there, not having made a move.” Han Li said calmly, and the moment his voice fell, he suddenly pointed a finger lightly at the winged woman beside the robed elder.

A clap of thunder!

A golden electrical arc shot out from his fingertip. After a flicker, it reached the winged woman and struck down.

With a ‘poof’.

The woman near the robed elder, the instant the electrical arc touched her body, shattered and disintegrated into specks of white light. It was merely an illusion.

Seeing this, both the robed elder and the real winged woman's expressions subtly changed.

But the next moment, the demoness spoke with a somber tone, her voice incredibly cold:

“Even if you can dodge this attack, what about the next time, or the time after that?”

“What, Daoist friend, do you still intend to use the same trick? Do you think the same trick will still work on me?” Han Li paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

“Indeed, I'm using the same trick. Brace yourself.”

After a murderous aura flashed across the demoness's fair face, her twin wings behind her suddenly flickered, and her body blurred, vanishing once more.

The next moment, ripples appeared on Han Li's other side. The woman's figure flashed into appearance, and her two palms instantly transformed into a pair of pitch-black sharp claws, grasping towards him.

Seeing this, Han Li instinctively flicked his sleeve. An azure sword light cleaved out, meeting her. After a cold gleam, it sliced the winged woman into two. But before the body could fall over, it blurred and vanished into thin air. It was merely another illusion.

At this moment, ripples appeared again on the other side. The winged woman eerily reappeared from a split in the void. With a movement of her twin claws, countless claw shadows immediately hissed as they enveloped Han Li.

Han Li tilted his head slightly, expressionless. Then he abruptly opened his mouth.

A clap of thunder. A golden electrical arc shot through the air, striking directly at the winged woman. However, it flashed through her body, revealing it was not her true form.

At this moment, an illusion flickered above Han Li's head. The winged woman's figure eerily appeared again. With a shake of her twin wings, countless black rays shot down...

Thus, the winged woman, using her incredible escape art, continuously flickered into existence around Han Li, appearing both near and far, and launched various storm-like attacks. Yet, she herself was like a ghost, completely unharmed.

“Interesting. Attacking, then instantly teleporting away, leaving only an illusion to deceive the enemy. This method is indeed intriguing, but one must cultivate illusion arts to a point where they are indistinguishable from reality to deceive an opponent. However, this method is useless against me.” Han Li's eyes flickered with blue light as he spoke with considerable interest. Meanwhile, the Brahman Saint Dharmic Form behind him suddenly moved its six arms. Instantly, a golden greatsword appeared in each of its hands, and it wildly cleaved in all directions, managing to block all the attacks.

The winged woman, however, acted as if she saw none of this. Her figure continued to flicker eerily in and out of sight around Han Li, her escape speed growing faster and her attacks becoming fiercer. It was as if seven or eight people were attacking at once.

Despite these attacks, Han Li remained as stable as Mount Tai. After fending off several consecutive waves of attacks and catching his breath for a moment, he immediately let out a cold chuckle. He flipped one hand, and with a flash of black light, a small, pitch-black mountain appeared in his palm.

But before he could activate the extreme mountain in his hand, his expression suddenly changed, and his body let out a flurry of ‘crackling’ sounds. Countless golden arcs emerged from within him and instantly transformed into a layer of golden electrical armor covering his entire body.

And almost at the same time, the faint blood mist that had originally permeated the surroundings suddenly condensed and reformed into individual blood threads, which then shot towards Han Li like spiritual snakes.

If Han Li hadn't noticed slightly earlier, he might have truly been caught off guard and successfully ambushed by these blood threads.

Now, he merely fiercely activated the magic power within his body. Immediately, the golden electrical armor on his body surged again, colliding precisely with the blood threads.

Loud ‘hissing’ sounds erupted. The golden electrical armor flickered wildly. As the blood threads entered it, they unexpectedly burst open with muffled thuds.

Clusters of blood mist spread out, instantly engulfing Han Li's figure.

The blood mist, after just a few rolls, became incredibly viscous. Within it, countless crimson runes faintly flickered.

The robed elder standing in the distance then ceased the incantation he had been secretly chanting. At the same time, he let out a joyful shout:

“Fairy Ling, if you don't use that divine ability now, when will you?!”

“Hmph, I would have done so even without you telling me.”

A cold reply sounded. Figures near the blood mist simultaneously flickered, and seven identical winged figures appeared around them.

As soon as these seven demonesses, whose authenticity was unknown, appeared, they simultaneously rubbed their hands together. Unexpectedly, a black and red demonic banner appeared in each of their hands. They then simultaneously tossed them towards the sky above the blood mist.

These seven banners were only about a zhang long, but each had a bright crimson demonic array pattern inscribed on its surface. Upon being thrown, they immediately transformed into seven black and red orbs of light in the air, spinning and dancing erratically.

Meanwhile, these seven demonesses chanted incantations under their breath, and quickly made hand seals with their ten fingers, pointing at their respective demonic banners in the air.

The next moment, seven muffled ‘booms’ sounded.

The banners suddenly vanished above the blood mist. Seven black and red light arrays then emerged and eerily floated above the blood mist.

At the center of the light arrays, crimson demonic flames faintly flickered.