Chapter 2466: True Immortal's Arrival Slaying the Immortal (Part 2)

Chapter 2427: Slaying Immortals (Part Two)

Han Li, in his demon form, was completely indifferent. A crystalline light circulated on the central head's face, and the arm holding the dark green giant sword swung again. The world's spiritual energy trembled, and another thin, dark green line shot out.

Ma Liang's expression changed. Without hesitation, he moved both sleeves, and nearly a hundred multicolored treasures flew wildly out. As the dark green line flashed closer, these treasures swarmed forward, bursting into dazzling light spheres.

These treasures were clearly extraordinary; each light sphere caused the dark green line to pause, dissipating a small portion of it in mid-air. After all hundred treasures self-destructed, the dark green line, by the time it reached Ma Liang, was only about a dozen yards long.

Ma Liang let out a low shout. One of his fingers turned crimson-gold and pointed at the line. With a "bang!" the finger exploded into a bloody mist, but the remaining dark green line also disintegrated and vanished into thin air.

"Twice now! Fully activating a Profound Sky Treasure like that requires immense power. How much true essence can a mere Mahayana cultivator possess? You absolutely cannot deliver a third strike. Heh heh, besides, you still need to maintain that massive sword array. I doubt you have much magic power left in you now!" Although Ma Liang was missing a finger and looked somewhat disheveled, his gaze at Han Li was filled with ferocity. With a flick of his wrist, a translucent silver flute suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Whether I can activate it a third time, you'll know if you try, won't you? Besides, how much better off are you than me right now? How many more divine abilities can you unleash?" Han Li's demon form retorted with a cold laugh from all three heads simultaneously. Indeed, he did not unleash a third strike with the dark green giant blade in his hand. Instead, his other five hands simultaneously gripped the air, and a golden light emerged from each. Upon condensing, they materialized into five exceptionally heavy weapons, including a staff, a hammer, and a mace.

"Haha, even if I can unleash one more divine ability, it will be enough to kill you!" Ma Liang was furious upon hearing this, but on his face, he replied with a wild laugh. He held the silver flute horizontally in front of him and brought it to his lips.

The next moment, a wave of silver sonic energy, accompanied by the melodious flute sound, emanated from Ma Liang's spiritual sense. Wherever the faint silver waves passed, the void buzzed, and the air became hazy and indistinct.

The moment the colossal demon form of Han Li heard the flute sound, his three heads immediately sagged. He instantly felt a light-headed, dizzy sensation. At the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly blurred, and he found himself in a vast, rolling sea of blood.

Then, as the blood surged, countless green-faced, fanged specters rushed out. Each one had an astonishing aura, seemingly possessing cultivation levels above the Mahayana stage.

"Hmph, a mere illusion trying to deceive me." Han Li witnessed this scene, his mind completely undisturbed. Instead, the Brahma Saint Demonic God he had transformed into let out a cold snort, then suddenly swung all five heavy weapons in his hands fiercely in all directions.

A terrifying wave of energy immediately swept out in all directions. Wherever it passed, the river of blood and the specters instantly vanished. No matter how clever an illusion, it was utterly vulnerable when faced with such an unstoppable attack.

Seeing this, Ma Liang's lips curled into a sneer, the flute sound still emanating from him. However, his body suddenly blurred, and a faint phantom subtly separated from his back. After another flicker, it silently merged into the void and disappeared.

At the same time, the illusions around Han Li, which had vanished, reappeared as the sonic waves surged forth again. The river of blood and the specters emerged once more, surrounding him completely.

Han Li was slightly startled, but then a hint of realization dawned on him. His movements showed no hesitation; with another swing of his five heavy weapons, a golden wave of energy immediately swept outwards, once again dispersing and destroying the river of blood and the specters.

Simultaneously, the nascent soul hidden in his Dantian suddenly formed a hand seal. Immediately, a clear, cool energy surged out, flowing through his meridians and rushing into all three heads.

The dizzy sensation in Han Li's spiritual consciousness instantly vanished without a trace. Now, no matter how continuous the flute sound was in his ears, no more illusory phenomena appeared.

Seeing this, Ma Liang was greatly alarmed. The silver flute in his hand might have seemed ordinary, but it was actually one of his most prized personal treasures. When its flute sound was used to attack an enemy, as long as the opponent's spiritual sense was not stronger than the flute player's, they would inevitably fall into endless illusions from which they could not completely escape.

For his opponent to be so easily unaffected by the sonic energy, didn't it mean his spiritual sense was powerful, even surpassing his own? Although Ma Liang's spiritual sense was suppressed by the power of this realm, preventing it from comparing to his power in the immortal world, it was still no weaker than that of an ordinary immortal.

Furthermore, this meant that the trump card he had prepared could not be unleashed. Ma Liang's expression fluctuated between dark and light. Before he could decide what other methods to use, the three-headed, six-armed Brahma Saint Demonic God opposite him took a large stride forward, his body blurring, and then vanished from his original spot.

Ma Liang, being exceptionally experienced in combat, cried out "Not good!" inwardly. He put away the silver flute and moved, instantly appearing in another part of the void several hundred yards away.

With a tremendous "boom!" five thick golden beams narrowly missed Ma Liang's previous position. The ensuing shockwaves nearly distorted that section of the void.

At this moment, the three-headed, six-armed body of the Brahma Saint Demonic God flickered into appearance amidst the fluctuations. Ma Liang's gaze swept over the strange phenomena left by the five golden heavy weapons in the distance, and a hint of horror flashed across his face.

Such terrifying brute force attacks, even if he possessed the body of a true immortal, he would never be able to withstand more than a few. This immediately extinguished any thought of close-quarters combat with Han Li.

But as Han Li had said earlier, although he still possessed several immortal realm divine abilities, due to significant loss of true essence and rapidly depleting immortal spiritual energy within him, he simply couldn't unleash many of them.

Just as he hesitated slightly, the three-headed, six-armed Brahma Saint Demonic God let out a low roar. With another large stride, he vanished into the void once more.

Ma Liang's heart tensed. His body moved, disappearing again as if teleporting to another location. The next moment, golden shockwaves roared outwards precisely where he had just been.

After another flicker, Han Li's demon form also vanished. In this chase-and-flicker dance, Han Li and Ma Liang continuously teleported within a hundred-mile radius, each movement accompanied by earth-shattering roars as if mountains were collapsing.

After more than a dozen consecutive flashes, Han Li's demon form left Ma Liang no time to rest. As a result, this true immortal, filled with shock and rage, hardened his resolve.

When he next appeared after another flash, he no longer cast a teleportation spell to escape. Instead, he swiftly pulled a jade box from his sleeve, forcefully threw it overhead, and then, with a solemn expression, continuously pointed at it with one hand to cast spells.

Fluctuations arose in the air, and as expected, five thick golden beams appeared, precisely striking the jade box. The jade box shattered instantly, and a large mass of fiery red cloud rushed out from within.

This fire cloud swiftly condensed, transforming into a bizarre flood dragon covered in long crimson whiskers. A golden flash, and the five heavy weapons swept unhesitatingly towards the monstrous dragon.

However, the dragon merely shook its head and tail, instantly disintegrating into scattered crimson flames that dissipated amidst the vibrations. When a burst of red light flickered beside Ma Liang, the monstrous dragon reappeared.

"You actually unlocked the second layer of seals on me, haha, excellent! It seems you've truly encountered great trouble this time, otherwise, you'd never do such a thing." The monstrous dragon rolled on the ground, instantly transforming into a three-foot-tall crimson midget. After glancing at Ma Liang, it burst into extremely joyous laughter.

Just then, fluctuations appeared high in the sky, and Han Li's Brahma Saint Demonic God, wielding his weapons, flashed into view. He glanced at the newly appeared crimson midget, hesitated slightly, and did not immediately resume his attack.

"Fiery Whiskers, enough nonsense! I have indeed encountered a small problem right now. Go quickly and kill this person." Ma Liang's face was ashen, and he quickly ordered.

"Since I'm already free, why should I listen to you?" The crimson midget tilted its head and sneered.

"Hmph, it seems you don't want your Natal Bead back," Ma Liang said grimly.

"You'd return my Natal Bead? Huh, looking at your disheveled state now, no wonder you released me. But for me to trust you, swear an oath in the name of Dao Ancestor Jiuyuan, and I will help you this once." Fiery Whiskers let out a light "huh," his eyes rolling as he spoke.

"What? You dare ask me to swear in the name of my Ancestor!" Ma Liang was enraged by this.

"Heh heh, besides that, don't even think about me helping you," the crimson midget said bluntly.

"Fine, I can swear an oath in the name of my Ancestor. But besides this one instance of help, after returning to the immortal realm, you must remain by my side for another ten thousand years," Ma Liang said through gritted teeth after his expression fluctuated for a moment.

"Ten thousand years? Heh heh, no problem. That amount of time is but a blink of an eye for me. I'll take care of this brat for you." Fiery Whiskers chuckled, then readily agreed.

"Don't be careless. You are also suppressed by the power of this realm, and your original body was damaged once before. Even with your seals unbound, you won't be able to unleash much of your original strength," Ma Liang immediately reminded him after swearing an oath in the name of Dao Ancestor Jiuyuan.

"Don't worry, seeing you in this state, how could I not understand? I'll just help you hold this person back for a bit. If you want to kill him, you'll naturally have to rely on yourself." Fiery Whiskers yawned, speaking noncommittally.

At this moment, he turned his head and casually eyed the three-headed, six-armed demonic god that Han Li had transformed into, an unconcerned look on his face.