Chapter 350

Once everyone had crushed their jade slips, Martial Uncle Huang showed a satisfied expression.

Then, a yellow light flashed in his hand, and a small, foot-long banner appeared in his grasp. The banner was entirely white but emitted a yellow glow, making it impossible to discern what was embroidered on it.

Martial Uncle Huang announced he would use the Wind and Cloud Banner to conceal the tracks of his martial nephews, then wait for the enemies to approach before launching a surprise attack.

After Martial Uncle Huang finished speaking, he gently shook the small banner in his hand. Instantly, countless milky-white mists billowed from the banner, rapidly forming a massive white cloud several dozen feet wide that completely enveloped Han Li and the others.

Han Li and the other Foundation Establishment cultivators were both surprised and delighted!

Although the cloud was incredibly dense, for some unknown reason, those within the mist experienced no blurred vision or difficulty seeing. It was truly an excellent hiding place!

Under the middle-aged man's spellcasting, the massive cloud, carrying everyone, rapidly ascended into the sky. In an instant, it blended in with the other white clouds, making it impossible to distinguish them.

Seeing this, Han Li was secretly astonished.

Although his magic tool, the "Green Fire Mist," could also create thick fog, it simply couldn't compare to the "Wind and Cloud Banner." Not only was its range limited, but it could only be used on himself; fellow disciples entering his green fire toxic mist would likely only get poisoned.

As he pondered, Han Li couldn't help but glance at Martial Uncle Huang.

He saw Martial Uncle Huang in the center of the cloud, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed and his body perfectly still. However, beside him, two other Foundation Establishment cultivators stood cautiously behind him, seemingly guarding him.

Han Li was momentarily stunned but immediately understood what the other party was doing: using his spiritual sense to search for enemy traces.

With the powerful spiritual sense of a Core Formation cultivator, they could probably detect any movements within a hundred-mile radius.

Seeing this, Han Li also sat on his Divine Wind Boat to conserve his energy, as the upcoming battle would be extremely dangerous. Qu Hun, meanwhile, remained motionless behind him, looking like a loyal servant.

After about an hour, Martial Uncle Huang announced that the enemies had arrived and that they were about two li off course, needing to quickly reach the sky above the enemies' inevitable path. Having said this, he immediately flew off with the cloud without another word.

Those within the cloud naturally dared not leave the mist. All activated their spiritual power to its full extent, controlling their artifacts to closely follow Martial Uncle Huang.

Seeing this, Han Li slightly furrowed his brow. While flying, he took out the silver greatsword and threw it to Qu Hun, who was behind him. Although he didn't know what use it would be, any increase in combat power was good.

A moment later, the massive cloud reached the sky above the so-called inevitable path. Martial Uncle Huang unceremoniously ordered everyone to prepare, stating that this was the spot and the enemies were arriving soon.

Immediately, everyone revealed their magic tools and frantically cast defensive spells on themselves, as various colored lights flickered on and off among the group.

Han Li, meanwhile, took out two dual-colored, blue and red, spherical orbs from his person. With a gentle touch, a dull thud sounded. A thick, blue and red smoke simultaneously emerged from both orbs, rapidly enveloping Han Li. In a blink, it transformed into a massive blue and red cloud, five to six zhang wide in diameter, causing Han Li's figure to completely vanish within the mist.

Han Li had actually used his "Green Fire Mist" to create a hidden mist protection within the cloud, which greatly astonished the other nearby disciples who didn't understand his intention.

Han Li had no time to concern himself with the other disciples. Instead, he held his turtle shell artifact in one hand and gripped an ordinary blue flying dagger in the other, surprisingly not taking out his Black Dragon Snatcher.

Han Li knew exactly what he was doing. For him, the more inconspicuous an offensive magic tool was, the better. Only this way could he avoid being targeted by formidable opponents after a surprise attack, making it easier to escape.

As everyone waited intently, time passed quickly; half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, yet there was still no sign of the enemy.

At this point, most people grew anxious and impatient, and couldn't help but look at Martial Uncle Huang with confusion.

The robust middle-aged man was equally perplexed. After a brief thought, he slowly said he would search again with his spiritual sense.

After saying this, he sat down again. However, before he could truly begin, a thunderous, earth-shaking roar suddenly came from above. At first, it was just one or two sporadic sounds, but soon it echoed through the entire sky and earth, becoming continuous.

Everyone was startled and hastily looked up at the sky. What met their eyes caused the cultivators of Yellow Maple Valley to turn pale.

They saw that at some unknown point, the sky had turned entirely crimson. All the clouds above had transformed into deep red fiery clouds, continuously rolling like molten lava, forming inverted bubbling pockets of fluid. The massive rumbling sound was actually the sound of these bubbling pockets bursting.

A person standing nearby cried out in horror, asking what it was.

Martial Uncle Huang, his expression extremely grim, warned everyone to be careful. He explained that it was a mid-tier, high-grade spell, the 'Heavenly Fire Technique'. He added that each drop of lava was equivalent to an attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and if they couldn't withstand it, they would turn to ash.

It was evident they had intended to ambush others, but had been ambushed themselves.

Another person said in a panic, asking why they weren't running and stating they didn't want to take the attack head-on. After speaking, their flying artifact glowed, and the person intended to frantically fly away.

A cold glint flashed in Martial Uncle Huang's eyes as he sternly and unequivocally stated that it was too late. He explained that the enemy's spell had already formed, and they couldn't escape its range. He then commanded everyone to form a combined protective shield.

Hearing their Martial Uncle say this, the others suddenly understood and hastily joined forces. In a large expanse of blue light, they released a massive light shield.

Almost at the instant the shield formed, the mid-tier, high-grade spell from the sky finally began its rampage. A drop of deep red molten lava, about a foot in size, fell straight down, crashing towards Han Li and the others below, but the newly formed shield easily blocked it.

However, this was only the beginning. Countless drops of molten lava began continuously falling like raindrops. Although most missed, many still struck the light shield, instantly stirring up a large area of red and blue light sparks.

At first, everyone was fine, feeling they had more than enough reserve.

But as the lava drops fell faster and faster and became denser, Han Li and the others' spiritual power drained at an accelerated rate, making it unbearable for everyone within a short time.

The blue light on the shield gradually weakened.

Fortunately, the spell came and went quickly. Just as the shield was on the verge of collapsing, the "Heavenly Fire Technique" abruptly ended, and the fiery clouds filling the sky instantly vanished without a trace. This greatly surprised and delighted the people of Yellow Maple Valley.

But their joy had barely appeared on their faces when it immediately froze.

Because at some unknown point, nearly a hundred cultivators had silently appeared around them. These individuals subtly surrounded them, gazing at them with playful, mocking eyes. Judging by their attire, they were from the Six Devilish Sects.

The people of Yellow Maple Valley were extremely shocked and enraged.

However, this group consisted entirely of Foundation Establishment cultivators, with no Core Formation cultivators present. This made the Yellow Maple Valley side breathe a significant sigh of relief.

Presumably, although their own spiritual power was considerably depleted, with a Core Formation cultivator present, they shouldn't need to fear the other party.

Martial Uncle Huang's expression sank as he sharply questioned how they knew their whereabouts, stating that his Wind and Cloud Banner should have absolutely concealed them from their spiritual sense.

A lazy, charming voice from the sky announced that it could tell them. This voice sent a chill down Martial Uncle Huang's spine, and he hastily looked over.

He saw a man and a woman descending from the sky.

The man had white hair but was so thin that he looked like skin and bones, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. The woman, however, was enchantingly beautiful like a flower, with a slender waist and ample hips; every movement of hers was captivating.

Han Li quickly swept his gaze over the two and secretly cursed to himself. Two Core Formation cultivators had actually appeared simultaneously; this was a huge problem.

The moment Martial Uncle Huang saw the pair, his pupils sharply contracted, and he asked with extreme solemnity if they were the Rosy Skeleton.

Then, without waiting for a reply, he abruptly waved the Wind and Cloud Banner, and the white mist instantly dissipated. Han Li and the others were also revealed.

For Martial Uncle Huang, now facing powerful enemies, he naturally could no longer spare thought for Han Li and his other martial nephews.

The enchanting woman smiled as if holding no hostility. She said that she hadn't expected him to recognize them, calling it unfair that he knew their origin while they were unfamiliar with his. She then added that she had heard Yellow Maple Valley had a cold, unfeeling fellow who possessed a fascinating magic treasure called the Wind and Cloud Banner, and she asked if that happened to be him.

But seeing the woman's enchanting, flower-like smile, Martial Uncle Huang's expression remained icy. He merely stared at the other party without saying a word.

Seeing Martial Uncle Huang's demeanor, the woman slightly pouted, and her expression suddenly changed as she declared him uninteresting and ordered him killed.

The skeletal man chuckled menacingly, stating that since his junior sister wanted the man's life, he would naturally oblige.

At the same time, Martial Uncle Huang's spiritual message simultaneously echoed in the ears of Han Li and the others.

The message instructed them to immediately break through once the fighting started, and to save whoever they could.

Martial Uncle Huang's voice was devoid of emotion.