Chapter 2323: True Immortal Descends Battle of Shura (3)

Seeing this, Han Li naturally put aside thoughts of the Sacred Mulan Bird. He let out a soft breath, then flicked his sleeve forward. A cluster of silver flames shot out, disappearing in a flash and transforming into a silver firebird.

The moment the firebird appeared, it let out a low cry. Its body then expanded rapidly, instantly transforming into a colossal creature, no smaller than the purple peacock. With a flap of its wings, it unleashed a torrent of silver flames as it soared towards the opposing purple fire cloud.

Before the two giant firebirds even made contact, their respective fire clouds, distinct in color, clashed first.

The two firebirds then flickered and engaged in a fierce, close-quarters struggle.

Amidst continuous hissing, two dazzling fireballs of different colors flickered in and out of sight beneath the fire clouds. They either collided with a furious roar or silently chased each other back and forth.

The intertwined purple clouds and silver flames illuminated nearly half the sky, while intense heat waves surged outwards in all directions.

At that moment, golden light flashed wildly in the sky above. Over a thousand clusters of golden flames appeared directly above Han Li, aggressively plummeting downwards.

Unhurried, Han Li formed a hand seal with one hand. Suddenly, the hum of swords resonated within him, and seventy-two small green swords instantly shot out from various points on his body. After twirling in the sky, each transformed into over a dozen identical streams of sword light.

Han Li then flicked his wide sleeve upwards again, uttering the word "Break."

Immediately, the dense green sword lights above his head hummed in unison, shooting rapidly skyward.

A flash of green light on each golden flame cluster saw it forcefully cleaved in two by a sword light. Then, with a surge of cold radiance, it was utterly pulverized.

From a distance, the old man surnamed Yi watched this scene, his face darkening. Swiftly, he formed a strange magic seal with his hand, causing the thousand mirrors behind him to tremble slightly and flash with dazzling golden light.

Above Han Li, countless points of spiritual light flashed wildly, accompanied by loud "hissing" sounds!

After flickering, the severed golden flame fragments strangely transformed into countless golden beams, shooting downwards through the air.

"Excellent!"

Han Li, far from being surprised, let out a loud laugh and pointed a finger towards the myriad sword lights in the sky.

All the sword lights immediately trembled, then silently vanished from their original positions.

The next moment, dazzling green light flashed wildly above Han Li's head. A dense array of green sword lights appeared and converged, transforming into a large green lotus.

As the lotus rotated slightly, sword shadows instantly surged out, and streaks of sword energy crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable defense above.

As the arrow-like golden beams plunged into the sword energy, explosive light flashed furiously. Most of the golden beams were forcefully blocked in mid-air, with only a few managing to pierce through the sword energy. However, after a fleeting flash, these were silently absorbed into the green sword lotus itself, and no further sound emerged.

But at that very moment, a piercing sound cut through the air!

Suddenly, a ripple appeared before Han Li, and three silver arrows, several feet in length, flashed into existence, poised to pierce through his face with lightning speed.

Han Li let out a soft "hmm," but his face remained expressionless. He raised an arm, and a finger, now purplish-gold, repeatedly flicked forward.

Three explosive sounds rang out!

The flicked finger accurately struck the tips of the three silver beams. As the light receded, the three silver arrows momentarily appeared, then, propelled by immense force, shot back even faster than before, vanishing into the void in a fleeting flash.

The next moment, three dull thuds sounded in the distance. Three of the dozen or so silver armored warriors immediately toppled backward, having been struck in the center of their foreheads, and vanished into thin air, dissolving into specks of silver light.

Witnessing this, the old man surnamed Yi's expression changed drastically. He immediately began chanting incantations, continuously pointing at the silver scroll before him.

Streaks of magic seals flashed and vanished into the scroll.

The silver scroll immediately flashed wildly, with runes flickering faintly upon its surface.

The remaining silver armored warriors' bodies expanded to more than double their original size in mid-air. Despite their increased bulk, their movements became lightning fast. After a few leaps, they appeared in the void near Han Li, raising their weapons and charging forward without hesitation.

Swords, blades, and long halberds flashed wildly, as astonishing streaks of sword energy and blade light aggressively surged towards Han Li.

With a hint of disdain, Han Li dismissed them as "mere trivial tricks," then suddenly waved one hand in front of him.

A hazy grey mist instantly transformed into a light curtain, appearing before him.

The aggressively striking sword energy and blade light, upon hitting the mist, caused the grey light to flash repeatedly before entirely disappearing into it, as if a mud ox had entered the sea, leaving no further trace.

At this moment, however, the silver armored warriors' bodies blurred, and they all instantly teleported to a spot directly in front of Han Li, their various weapons slashing out like lightning.

Before the swords, blades, and long halberds even reached him, streaks of chilling light slashed down, threatening to cleave the grey light curtain open.

A cold glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. Without any visible movement from him, the grey mist before him solidified, repelling the chilling lights as if it were a solid object.

Then, the grey light curtain hummed, instantly transforming into a giant wave, tens of feet high, pressing down.

The silver armored warriors reacted swiftly, immediately holding their weapons horizontally and shooting backward.

However, within the grey giant wave, light and shadow condensed, and a dense spray of light threads shot out. They flashed and vanished, piercing through the bodies of the silver armored warriors with lightning speed, then coiled around them, binding them securely.

The grey giant wave pressed down, completely submerging all the warriors, who were then stripped of all power to resist.

From a distance, the old man surnamed Yi, seeing this, his eyes gleamed with ferocity. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a stream of vital energy, which flashed into the scroll. Instantly, the scroll began to spin wildly.

Concurrently, the silver armored warriors trapped within the hazy grey light suddenly glowed brightly on their surfaces, then burst open with an astonishing surge of energy.

Rolling waves of energy surged wildly within the grey light, appearing to rip the entire light curtain apart.

A trace of surprise flickered in Han Li's eyes. He subtly extended a hand from his sleeve, splaying his five fingers, and pressed down upon the grey light curtain in the void.

A dull "boom" resounded.

The explosion within the misty light was suppressed by an irresistible, immense force. Its radiance dimmed, then it dissipated, turning into specks of silver light and vanishing entirely.

Only then did Han Li glance upwards, seeing that the Spirit-Devouring Firebird was still locked in a fierce struggle with the purple peacock.

Neither creature possessed a physical body, and both were animated by a mysterious spiritual flame. It seemed unlikely that a true victor could be determined in a short time.

Han Li narrowed his eyes. After withdrawing his gaze, he spoke coldly to the distant old man:

"Friend, I suggest you cease these probing, minor tricks. Since you are unwilling to employ your true divine abilities, then perhaps you should first withstand one of my attacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li formed a hand seal. Golden light flashed behind him, and a golden Dharmic Aspect with three heads and six arms materialized.

The moment this Dharmic Aspect materialized, its three heads simultaneously opened their eyes, and its six arms blurred as each punched outwards into the void.

A thunderous "rumble" exploded in the void.

Six golden clusters immediately shot out from the Dharmic Aspect. After a flicker, they transformed into six golden orbs, each about ten feet in diameter.

A loud whistling arose as the six orbs aggressively hurtled towards the old man.

Witnessing this, the old man surnamed Yi snorted coldly and, without hesitation, pointed a finger back into the void behind him.

The numerous golden mirrors hanging behind him immediately hummed. Golden light flashed from their surfaces, and each spewed forth an exceptionally thin golden thread.

The dense golden threads gathered before the old man, transforming into an enormous silk net.

The old man urged his magic seal, and after a tremor, the giant net enveloped the six golden orbs. Each golden thread emanated dazzling light, clearly intending to capture all the orbs in one single sweep.

However, just before the giant net and the orbs made contact, Han Li's expression on the opposite side sharpened. He uttered "Cavernous Revolving Golden Light," then pointed a finger from afar.

Immediately, the six golden orbs wobbled, then blurred and merged into a single dazzling golden vortex.

The moment this vortex appeared, it immediately spun rapidly, releasing countless five-colored runes from its center, while simultaneously a tremendous suction force surged forth.

Although the golden giant net was exceptionally mysterious, it utterly failed to resist this tremendous suction force. Upon contact, it was instantly sucked in with a wail, then, amidst furious flashing, it was torn to shreds.

The old man surnamed Yi was startled and abruptly slapped a jade pendant hanging at his waist.

The pendant emitted a long cry and suddenly transformed into a hazy white flood dragon, which bared its fangs and claws as it lunged directly towards the vortex.

From the golden vortex, only waves of Sanskrit sounds emanated. As more runes surged out, it surprisingly absorbed the flood dragon in a flash.

Moments later, a roar sounded within the vortex, and the jade pendant at the old man's waist silently disintegrated into powder.

At this, the old man surnamed Yi's expression truly changed drastically.

Yet, seeing the golden vortex, now unopposed, appear not far ahead after a few rolls, he surprisingly regained his composure. He abruptly formed hand seals with both hands simultaneously, and a hum sounded behind him as five different colored rays of light suddenly surged forth.

These five-colored rays of light merely spun, then abruptly swept across the void in front of him.

With a "whoosh," the golden vortex, after being swept by the misty light, strangely vanished into thin air in a flash.

"The Five-Colored Divine Light! You are a member of the Five-Light Clan from the Flying Spirit Race!" Although Han Li had harbored some suspicions, witnessing this peculiar sight made him exclaim in surprise.

"Haha, I didn't expect you, fellow Daoist, to possess such keen insight, discerning my true origin with a single glance. Since that's the case, I shall no longer conceal anything. Allow me to demonstrate the true might of the Five-Colored Divine Light." The old man surnamed Yi, initially surprised that Han Li had immediately identified his innate divine ability, then twisted his face into a sinister grin and burst into mad laughter.

He then rolled on the spot.

A clap of thunder resounded from the clear sky!

A five-colored halo immediately unfurled, from which emerged a five-colored peacock several tens of feet in size. It raised its head and coldly swept its gaze over Han Li, its eyes flickering with crystalline light, imparting a chilling sensation that seemed to freeze one's entire body.