Chapter 672: Unstoppable Domination

A Mortal's Journey to ImmortalityVolume 5: Renowned in One Region

The area was empty, with no sign of anyone. Yet, the low roar grew increasingly louder, as if it had reached the vicinity in that brief moment.

The woman's beautiful face instantly turned pale. She frantically looked around in terror, but then suddenly remembered something. She turned and swiftly flew away, a third faster than before.

However, in that brief delay, a silver light suddenly flickered in the distance, where moments ago there had been no one. It then disappeared, only to reappear much closer, now merely a hundred *zhang* away.

A faint figure with a pair of wings on its back was discernible within—it was Han Li, who had caught up.

Han Li watched the woman flying away, enveloped in a red glow, feeling a slight surprise at her impressive escape speed.

It seemed the world was vast, indeed filled with countless wondrous techniques and profound methods. Even a female Core Formation cultivator possessed such terrifying escape art.

Perhaps there were still many secret arts and magic treasures in the world faster than his Wind-Thunder Wings.

Han Li felt a surge of emotion, yet his Wind-Thunder Wings behind him never ceased their relentless motion.

As his silver wings flapped once more, Han Li transformed into an arc of light and, with a flash, appeared directly in front of the woman. He then calmly raised one hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and five streaks of green sword light instantly shot out from his fingertips.

The woman was so startled her face lost all color, crying out, "Senior, spare my life!"

Subsequently, a dazzling red light burst forth around her body, instantly merging with several streaks of green light to form a dense, crimson-green protective barrier that enveloped her securely.

Han Li frowned slightly, gazing calmly at the woman without speaking. The five sword energies, linked in a line, then struck the light barrier.

A few muffled thuds echoed.

This wind-fire elemental shield was indeed quite powerful, blocking the first three sword energies in succession. But when the fourth sword energy also struck it, the shield shattered under the woman's desperate gaze.

The woman had no time to employ any other means and was instantly pierced through her vital points by the last two sword energies, dying on the spot.

Han Li watched the woman's body plummeting, lightly shaking his head. With a flick of his finger, a fireball flew out, incinerating the corpse into ashes.

Her storage pouch and the ribbon-shaped magic treasure were summoned by his single hand, landing steadily within his grasp.

"If I don't kill you," Han Li sighed, "I'm afraid it'll be the turn of the Nascent Soul stage old monsters from the Demonic Dao to hunt me down."

With lightning flashing around his body, he flew towards another person whose location was locked by his divine sense.

This time, his target was the black-robed cultivator, who had the deepest cultivation among all the cultivators present. His cultivation had reached the peak of the mid-Core Formation stage, seemingly on the verge of entering the late Core Formation stage.

However, during the pursuit, Han Li suddenly patted his spirit beast pouch, releasing a large number of three-colored Gold Devouring Beetles. Guided by his divine thoughts, all the flying insects instantly coalesced into more than a dozen three-colored flying swords, which then pursued the Foundation Establishment cultivators who were desperately fleeing. These individuals had shallow cultivation and slower escape speeds, and Han Li was too lazy to eliminate them one by one. The flying swords, transformed from spirit insects, were sufficient to kill them all simultaneously.

As for the Core Formation cultivators, he would personally deal with them.

After all, these individuals' escape speeds were not slow. Relying solely on the spirit insects to pursue them might not be effective, as while the Gold Devouring Beetles' speed was decent over short distances, over such long distances, they would likely be willing but unable to keep up.

The black-robed cultivator, stepping on a glossy black short blade, was traveling with a gloomy expression.

This time, he had come out to find the killer of his sixth junior brother, never expecting to run straight into a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. It seemed that even if his sixth junior brother wasn't killed by this unknown cultivator, it was definitely related to those Spirit Controlling Sect cultivators.

And seeing the Spirit Controlling Sect cultivators' reaction when the person behind them gave chase—they looked even more terrified than they did—it was highly likely that the Spirit Controlling Sect fellows had provoked this enemy, making them collateral damage.

If the other party hadn't harbored ill intentions, they would very likely resort to killing them to silence them. He truly didn't want to flee in such a pathetic manner.

But no matter what, with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator now involved, the matter of his sixth junior brother's demise was no longer something they could handle.

After returning, he must report to his master and have the elder personally intervene.

The other party dared to so recklessly pursue and kill their Demonic Dao Core Formation cultivators. This person was either an old Nascent Soul stage monster from another sect or a passing rogue cultivator; otherwise, they would surely show some apprehension towards the vast power of the Demonic Dao.

Just as the black-robed cultivator was secretly worrying, a strange rumbling sound suddenly came from the side, intermittent and varying in intensity.

The black-robed cultivator's heart skipped a beat. He hastily and vigilantly turned his head to look, but a green light flashed before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.

Han Li unemotionally waved his hand, recalling the giant green sword from the distant corpse.

Although this person had carefully activated a protective light shield during his flight, under the strike of the giant sword formed by Han Li's Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, the protective light was as frail and powerless as thin paper, shattering with a single blow and providing no obstruction whatsoever.

Now, with a shift of his gaze, he looked towards another direction in the distance.

Guided by two emerald green skull heads, the brocade-robed cultivator nervously kept looking left and right.

He knew very well that despite having fled such a long distance in one go and the Nascent Soul cultivator not appearing to have pursued him initially, as long as he remained within the range of the opponent's powerful divine sense, he could be pursued and killed at any moment.

Therefore, while fleeing at full speed, he also kept his divine sense fully active as much as possible, his heart constantly in his throat.

As a result, when he unsettlingly turned his head forward once more, his heart sank to its lowest point.

In the air not far away, a young man in his twenties, dressed in a light green scholar's robe, had appeared at some unknown point. He smiled gently at him, revealing sparkling white teeth.

The brocade-robed cultivator had not yet managed to turn and flee when the young man spoke with a pleasant expression:

"Fellow Daoist, you've run such a long distance; you must be truly exhausted," he said. "Why don't I, Han, see you off for the rest of your journey!"

As soon as Han Li finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve.

Countless golden specks surged out from his sleeve, instantly transforming into a huge golden cloud. Shrouding the sky and sun, it ominously descended.

The brocade-robed cultivator didn't even have time to scream as both he and his magic treasure were swallowed by the golden cloud. A moment later, the golden cloud soared up again, leaving the spot empty. The brocade-robed cultivator had simply vanished from the human world.

"The re-evolved Gold Devouring Beetles are indeed much more powerful than before," Han Li murmured to himself, his expression unchanged. "They even devoured magic treasures clean in an instant. Truly deserving of the title 'devouring all things without exception'."

Afterward, he tossed a spirit beast pouch from his sleeve. The golden Gold Devouring Beetles circled in the air a few more times before reluctantly flying into the pouch, causing Han Li to frown slightly and sigh inwardly.

As these insects grew stronger, controlling them was no longer as easy as before.

This made Han Li happy but also a little helpless.

With a roar, Han Li vanished amidst a silver light.

Han Yunzhi rode on a pure white spirit bird, transforming into a white rainbow about three or four *zhang* long, and hurriedly fled forward.

At this moment, both she and the spirit bird were enveloped in a soft white light, which, against her pure white, jade-like face, added an ethereal touch of sanctity.

However, her brows were currently tightly furrowed. She held a palm-sized green jade disc in her hand, gazing at it intently, her face showing shifting emotions.

The jade disc was crystal clear, dripping with emerald green. Its edges were adorned with numerous golden and silver ancient runes and some profound inscribed patterns, emitting astonishing green spiritual energy. One look was enough to tell it was an extraordinary treasure.

In the center of the jade disc, on its smooth, mirror-like surface, seven or eight red light spots flickered on and off incessantly, like red fireflies.

But at this moment, after one light spot briefly brightened, it suddenly disappeared from the center.

Upon seeing this, Han Yunzhi pressed her red lips together, a hint of worry appearing on her face. She stared at the treasure in her hand with even greater concentration, not blinking once.

But just a moment later, two more red spots flickered wildly and then also vanished from the jade disc's surface.

Han Yunzhi's beautiful, serene face finally showed a drastic change in expression.

When yet another red spot extinguished on the disc, only two light spots, moving in completely opposite directions, remained faintly flickering on the jade disc.

"Aside from me and Junior Sister Liu, four Foundation Establishment cultivators were almost simultaneously killed," Han Yunzhi murmured with a bitter smile on her lips, gently brushing the strands of green hair from her forehead, her voice almost inaudible. "Does this person possess cloning techniques, or some other incredible divine ability? It seems I still underestimated the divine abilities of these Nascent Soul stage old monsters. I estimate the cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect aren't faring any better. If I had known this, it would have been better for all of us to gather and fight this person together."