Chapter 783: Yin-Yang Demon Corpse

**Volume 5: Gaining Renown**

After the light receded, a beautiful woman in a white dress appeared from the silver rainbow. It was the same woman surnamed Bai whom Han Li had encountered before. She appeared in mid-air, scanning her surroundings expressionlessly. Upon seeing Han Li and Feng Bing, her elegant eyebrows subtly twitched.

The woman's sudden appearance caused Tian Zhong's escape light to halt, revealing his figure once more, his face showing a mixture of uncertainty and displeasure.

Upon seeing her, Feng Bing also broke free from her shield, and with a renewed spirit, called out: "Fellow Daoist Bai, your timing is perfect! This person is Mulan's Fourth Divine Master. Let's quickly engage her so Fellow Daoist Han can go rescue the others first."

"The Fourth Divine Master? So, you were also involved in this trap," the woman surnamed Bai said, her icy eyes glancing at Tian Zhong with a hint of menace.

"I didn't expect anyone else besides that young man to be able to break through the Blood Luo Shield. I knew those guys from the Yin Luo Sect were unreliable," Tian Zhong muttered to himself, his face grim, without answering the woman surnamed Bai's question.

"You're asking for death!" Seeing that the other party had no intention of answering, the woman surnamed Bai's face turned ashen. After a furious rebuke, she rubbed her hands together and then flung them upwards, unleashing a vast expanse of icy mist mixed with countless crystalline snowflakes, which swept towards her opponent with astonishing momentum.

Seeing this, Feng Bing also pointed her finger at the Fire Spirit Bottle in the air, and fierce flames surged from the other side, attacking Tian Zhong in a pincer movement.

Han Li no longer hesitated. With a flash of the wings on his back and several claps of thunder, he instantly shook off the green shadow before him and dashed towards the blood shield on the other side.

Although using the Spirit-Descending Talisman gave him some confidence in eliminating the green shadow, it was more crucial to quickly rescue the trapped individuals and turn the tide of battle.

With the next blood shield in sight, Han Li flipped his hand, and another Thunder Pearl appeared in his palm.

"Master, be careful!" Just as Han Li took a breath, preparing to unleash the Thunder Pearl in his hand, a warning voice from Silvermoon suddenly reached his ears.

Han Li's heart tensed, but without a second thought, he immediately threw the Thunder Pearl, which transformed into a ball of green light and violently struck the barrier below.

But just then, a head-sized green fireball shot out from an unknown location. To Han Li's shock, it struck the Thunder Pearl precisely, like a meteor streaking across the moon.

With a soft 'puff,' the Thunder Pearl was silently swallowed by the fireball. The fireball then spun rapidly, transforming into a green firebird about a foot in size, hovering in the air.

A stern look flashed across Han Li's face. He formed a hand seal, and the Thunder Pearl exploded with a 'boom' inside the firebird. However, the bird merely swayed violently for a moment before acting as if nothing had happened, its body even slightly expanding as a result. It stared intently at Han Li.

Seeing this, Han Li inwardly cursed and looked up. He saw a series of green fireballs shooting from the direction of the Mulan Sacred Beast. They landed near the blood shield and, in a blink, also transformed into green firebirds, completely encircling and protecting the blood shield.

Han Li now understood that these birds were conjured from the flames spat out by the Sacred Beast, which had a deep connection to lamp flames. No wonder the Thunder Pearl had inadvertently nourished the opponent; its primary ingredient was refined from lamp flames.

Not far from the Mulan Sacred Beast, a woman named Le was coldly staring at Han Li. Their gazes met. It turned out this woman was manipulating the demonic bird. Han Li immediately understood what was happening and was naturally furious.

However, when his gaze fell upon the nine ancient lamps floating before the woman, Han Li's eyes narrowed. Gazing at the slowly burning green flames, he calmed down and appeared to be lost in thought.

The green firebirds showed no intention of attacking Han Li; they merely circled the blood shield.

At that moment, a flash of white light appeared, and Silvermoon's figure materialized beside Han Li.

"Please forgive me, Master; this humble servant couldn't be of any use! I couldn't help at all in the previous fight. The two Sky Tiger Beasts' spiritual senses were too keen. The moment I got close, they detected me. I couldn't get near enough to cast illusions or use other techniques." Silvermoon apologized.

"It's alright. You did your best," Han Li said, shaking his head with a calm expression.

"However, here are two Thunder Pearls; take them. See if you can sneak near other blood shields and rescue anyone! Right now, saving even one person is crucial." Han Li tossed two Thunder Pearls to Silvermoon.

"This servant will do her utmost," Silvermoon said solemnly, extending her delicate hand to receive the Thunder Pearls. Her graceful figure then vanished again in a flash of white light.

Han Li glanced behind him again.

In Tian Zhong's direction, crimson flames and white icy mist intertwined, occasionally punctuated by flashes of five-colored light. It was impossible to tell who had the upper hand. The green shadow, however, had vanished without a trace at some point. It was unclear whether Tian Zhong had struggled to recall it due to the combined attack of two mid-stage cultivators or if he had felt reassured by the Sacred Beast's direct involvement and thus withdrawn his avatar.

Han Li turned his head back and looked down at the dozen or so green firebirds. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as a brilliant blue and red spiritual light erupted around him, enveloping him completely. At the same time, he raised a hand, conjuring the Blue Light Shield. With a hand seal, the shield expanded, blocking his front. In his other hand, another Thunder Pearl materialized.

Thunder rumbled behind him. Han Li flickered, appearing in a flash of lightning about ten zhang above the shield. Before he could even throw the Thunder Pearl in his hand, the surrounding firebirds shot towards him like arrows from all directions.

Green flames instantly enveloped the space above the blood shield, and Han Li's figure was momentarily swallowed by them.

At this moment, Long Han's gaze had just shifted away from Han Li. He had originally hoped that Han Li and the others could quickly rescue the trapped cultivators to turn the tide of the battle. However, after seeing the so-called Sacred Beast spew so many fireballs towards Han Li and transform them into firebirds, his heart sank, knowing that hope was slim.

His gaze shifted again to the spellcasters. The Seven Naive Cultivators, despite relying on their Seven Treasures, were barely fending off the demonic bird's green demonic flames, and it was clear they were almost at their limit. Although only at the late Nascent Soul stage, this peacock, possessing the equivalent of a Soul Transformation realm, was clearly not something the seven of them could hold off for long.

"Release the Yin-Yang Dual Fiends. Tell them not to bother with killing people for now; their priority is to extinguish those ancient lamps." Long Han said in a low voice, playing his last trump card.

"Yes!" A disciple of the Joyous Union Sect, who had been waiting behind Long Han, immediately acknowledged the order and departed.

After a commotion in the crowd, two ominous coffins, one black and one white, were brought out.

Sixteen male disciples and sixteen female disciples of the Joyous Union Sect filed out. They sat cross-legged around the two coffins, simultaneously forming hand seals, chanting incantations, and casting various spells, beginning the final unsealing process.

Amidst the chanting, the talismans on the black and white coffins began to tremble without any breeze, and a 'clack-clack' sound, as if limbs were striking the coffin walls, emanated from within.

Hearing this sound, Long Han's eye twitched slightly. He had heard some legends about the Joyous Union Sect's Yin-Yang Dual Fiends.

It was said that these two fiendish corpses were once a pair of dual cultivation elders of the Joyous Union Sect, both possessing early Nascent Soul cultivation. However, for unknown reasons, they later betrayed the sect, adopted the path of ghosts, and cultivated their bodies into living corpses. Believing their cultivation to have greatly advanced, they later launched an attack on the Joyous Union Sect again, killing and injuring over a hundred disciples. Ultimately, however, they were captured alive by the sect's elders, who then used an ancient secret technique to erase their consciousness, refining them into the legendary Yin-Yang Fiendish Corpses. It was rumored that these fiendish corpses possessed incredible powers, even more formidable than when they were alive.

As Long Han pondered, the eerie sounds from within the coffins grew louder, and the talismans on them continuously fell off as spells struck them, becoming fewer and fewer!

The thirty-two Joyous Union Sect disciples surrounding the coffins continued their chanting, but expressions of unease began to appear on their faces. Their eyes darted nervously, fixated on the remaining talismans on the coffins.

With two 'puff' sounds, the last two talismans finally detached and floated down simultaneously.

All the Joyous Union Sect disciples, as if granted a great amnesty, immediately leaped up and swiftly scattered in all directions.

But just then, both coffins simultaneously exploded. A foul, bloody wind rose, and two blurry figures, one black and one white, shot out from the shattered coffins, vanishing in different directions as they gave chase.

The two slowest male and female disciples immediately let out screams as the two figures pounced on them, biting through their throats and greedily draining their vital essence.

Seeing this scene, the other fleeing Joyous Union Sect disciples let out a collective sigh of relief and stopped their escape.

The cultivators from other sects, witnessing this, couldn't help but turn pale.

"It's done. Now that the dual fiends have absorbed the vital essence of virgin youths, they won't go berserk and attack others!" A long-haired elder stepped out from the crowd and said calmly.

Then, he raised both hands, revealing two emerald green rune-inscribed bronze plaques, and sharply shook them towards the two figures still hunched over the corpses.

Two strands of grey light quickly disappeared into the heads of the two figures.

The dual fiends trembled, ceased draining blood, and slowly stood up, floating impassively towards the assembled cultivators.

Only then did the cultivators clearly see the faces of the dual fiends, and in their astonishment, they all exclaimed in surprise.

The so-called Yin-Yang Fiendish Corpses appeared to be a pair of handsome young man and beautiful young woman. The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, while the woman was graceful and dignified. Their complexions and skin were like those of living people, though their eyes held a slightly vacant look.

If not for the lingering drops of bloodstain at the corners of their mouths, one might truly have mistaken them for an ordinary dual cultivation couple.

However, as the two approached, a faint, indescribable stench of decay wafted through the air.

Only then did the surprise and doubt in everyone's hearts dissipate.

The long-haired elder forcefully channeled spiritual power into the bronze plaques in his hands, causing them to immediately emit rings of grey light that enveloped the dual fiends.

The Yin-Yang Fiendish Corpses became motionless, while the elder rapidly chanted an incantation, and the bronze plaques in his hands gently floated up.

Suddenly, the elder struck the bronze plaques with two spell seals, and thumb-thick pillars of grey light shot out from them, briefly flashing before disappearing into the foreheads of the man and woman.

The dual fiends' eyes suddenly flared with sharp light.

"Go!" The long-haired elder put away the plaques, pointed a finger at the distant gigantic green bird, and commanded coldly.