Chapter 857: The Demon Sword Reappears

**Volume Six: Heavenly Spiritual Treasures**

After a sinister laugh, the transformed demon soul vanished like a gentle breeze.

The Skyfiend Demon Corpse, which had been motionless before Han Li, suddenly let out a low roar, and its two arms moved abruptly.

Countless streaks of emerald-green claw shadows made a tearing sound as they pierced the air, enveloping the area in front of it.

Black light flickered, and the two-headed, four-armed figure of the demon soul appeared like a ghost amidst the claw shadows.

A fierce glint flashed across the demon soul's fiendish face as one arm gently waved towards the claw shadows. Instantly, claw beams, even denser than the green ones and with sharper tearing sounds, erupted in front of the demon soul.

The moment they made contact, the black light easily tore through the green claw shadows. Then, its arm strangely expanded by several feet, transforming into a black blur that plunged its five fingers into the corpse ghoul's rock-hard chest.

When it retracted its fingers, it directly ripped out a blood-soaked hole the size of a bowl. Black corpse-blood gushed out.

This severe injury, which would have been fatal to an ordinary cultivator, only brought a surge of intense pain to the demon corpse's chest. Instead, it was provoked into a wild frenzy!

Not only did it not retreat, but one of its arms, glowing with green light, instantly transformed into a three-colored sharp cone several feet long and lunged, stabbing towards the demon soul.

The demon soul let out a soft exclamation of surprise, unsure if it was slightly surprised by the corpse ghoul's powerful vitality or greatly astonished by the suddenly materialized sharp cone.

But after the soft exclamation, the demon soul instead let out a cold laugh.

Its two arms moved like phantoms towards its chest. The moment the three-colored sharp cone reached that spot, it was firmly clamped between two hands covered in dark, hard shells, unable to advance another inch.

Then, a sinister grin appeared on the demon's face, and it suddenly grabbed with both hands and twisted with force, about to twist the cone into two pieces.

With a soft "pop," before the immense force could be applied, the cone burst apart on its own. A three-colored swarm of insects suddenly appeared there and, without hesitation, enveloped the demon soul.

At such close range, such a bizarre and sudden change startled even the demon soul, which had already pushed its demonic cultivation to the extreme.

Seeing the swarm of insects about to descend, a fierce expression flashed across the demon soul's face, and it suddenly opened its mouth. Rings of black shockwaves burst forth, immediately enveloping the nearby three-colored swarm of insects.

A strange scene unfolded.

The moment the three-colored Gold-Devouring Beetles were encircled by the black ripples, they instantly froze. Then, a series of muffled "bangs" sounded as these flying insects astonishingly self-destructed one after another, turning into a sky full of bloody mist that drifted away and dispersed.

After all, the three-colored Gold-Devouring Beetles were not as tough as the golden ones. This swarm of insects was, surprisingly, completely pulverized by the demon soul's vastly increased cultivation and its demonic sound, leaving not a single one behind.

Just then, the corpse ghoul's other arm also clawed down towards it.

An impatient expression appeared on the demon soul's face, and its expression immediately turned cold. Its figure flickered and vanished from its spot. The next moment, it suddenly appeared behind the corpse ghoul, and a dark fist, light as a feather, struck it with a backhand blow.

The seemingly slow movement, for some reason, only allowed the demon corpse enough time to slightly turn its head before the fist was already upon it.

At the same time, a dark bone spike about a foot long instantly shot out from the fist. It forcefully pierced one side of the corpse ghoul's head and emerged from the other. The corpse ghoul's body immediately trembled, and all its movements ceased.

The demon soul smiled grimly, and black flames suddenly appeared on the bone spike, burning fiercely. As it retracted the bone spike, the corpse ghoul's body swayed a few times amidst the black flames and then plummeted straight down to the ground.

From the moment the demon soul rushed into the insect swarm and transformed again to solving the corpse ghoul with the bone spike, all of this seemed to take a long time, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

When Han Li first saw the demon soul approaching him, as the Skyfiend Demon Corpse went forward to meet it, he instinctively shot backward to escape, aiming to put distance between himself and the demon.

At the same time, he pointed at the numerous golden sword lights circling above his head. Instantly, all the sword lights were linked together by his sword art, and countless sword shadows transformed into layers of golden waves. With a flicker of Han Li's spiritual sense, he was about to unleash these golden lights to suppress the demon soul's location.

But he never expected that in just this brief delay, the two-headed, six-armed demon soul had already defeated the Skyfiend Demon Corpse that remained in place.

Han Li gasped, his heart filled with bitterness and a pang of distress.

This Skyfiend Demon Corpse had only just been refined by him to be barely usable. It had only been deployed once here and was already easily defeated by the ancient demon before him. Now, relying on its refined corpse body, it had fallen to the ground, its fate unknown. But it seemed that even if it hadn't truly perished, it had completely lost its combat ability.

As he thought this, Han Li simultaneously activated his spiritual sense.

The tiger demon puppets, which had been scattered by the airwave, had now stabilized themselves and, flashing with white light, charged at the demon soul again. Meanwhile, the giant turtle puppets, like Han Li, scattered and retreated in all directions, while blue light flickered in their mouths, about to unleash ice-elemental light pillars once more.

And the layers of sword shadows circling above Han Li's head were already thundering down towards the demon soul.

Seeing this, the demon soul snorted coldly. Its four demonic arms slightly waved, and instantly, dark bone spikes grew from the elbows and fingertips of its long arms. The bone spikes varied in shape, some curved, some straight, but all gleamed with a chillingly cold light, appearing extremely sharp.

Before the tiger demon puppets could approach, the demon soul, with a "whoosh," vanished from its spot.

All attacks suddenly lost their target and paused for a moment. Just then, a black light flickered, and the demon soul bizarrely appeared right behind one of the tiger demon puppets. Its four long arms gently waved, and the tearing sound of "shua shua" filled the air.

Several black lights flickered on the tiger demon puppet's body, and it instantly disintegrated, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Its figure shifted, and the demon soul vanished again. A black light flickered beside another puppet, which was directly pierced through its vital chest area by a thick bone spike, immediately collapsing limp. Han Li, watching from afar, was both shocked and enraged, directing the golden sword shadows to relentlessly pursue the demon soul.

But this demon would vanish from its spot one moment and then appear like a ghost in an unexpected place the next. The demon soul, with its vastly increased cultivation, combined its escape technique and stealth cultivation method seamlessly. With each flicker and appearance, the tiger demon puppets were utterly unable to form an encirclement or even offer any resistance.

Han Li had always been confident in his close-quarters combat abilities, being much stronger than ordinary cultivators. But upon witnessing the demon soul's methods now, a chill ran through his heart!

Compared to this demon soul, his close-quarters combat was utterly insignificant. Even when he used his Clear Sight Spirit Eye, he was entirely unable to lock onto this demon.

While he was startled, the demon soul withdrew the bone spike from the neck of the last tiger demon puppet. Then, it casually glanced at Han Li.

The coldness in its eyes made Han Li's heart sink and sent shivers down his spine.

Since achieving Nascent Soul perfection, this feeling of unease had long since disappeared. Yet, it now resurfaced in his mind.

Han Li exhaled, trying his best to remain calm.

It now seemed that with the opponent's bizarre escape speed, akin to teleportation, it would be difficult to calmly set up the Great Geng Sword Formation. He could only use other means to buy some time first.

After pondering this, Han Li solemnly pointed at the sword shadows in the air. Instantly, all the sword lights let out a clear hum and suddenly reversed course, shooting back to circle above Han Li's head.

Then, golden light flickered erratically, and the sword lights transformed into layers of golden waves, protecting Han Li impenetrably within them.

Subsequently, Han Li formed a hand seal with both hands, and thunderous sounds erupted from his body. Thick golden arcs emerged from within him, while numerous thin electrical arcs intertwined, never dissipating. Astonishingly, they formed a layer of golden electric armor on his body, shimmering with golden light and extremely dazzling.

At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a dazzling purple light ball shot out.

With a "zzzz" sound, the purple flames surged by about a foot. Then, a sharp cry emerged from the fireball, and a purple firebird, about a foot long, materialized from the purple flames. It continuously flapped its wings and flew around Han Li's body, scattering purple sparks that flickered on and off, extraordinarily beautiful.

This was all the Violetfire Heavenly Flames Han Li had refined and cultivated so far.

Han Li's series of actions seemed to pique the demon soul's interest. After a fierce expression flashed across its fiendish face, it surprisingly remained motionless, as if wanting to clearly see what other methods Han Li possessed before delivering a devastating blow.

Han Li expressionlessly glanced at the demon soul's extremely ferocious appearance, his eyes flickering, then suddenly, with a flip of his hand, a strange, blood-red miniature sword appeared from his palm.

The sword was only a few inches long, but its entire body was blood-red and crystalline, emitting a dazzling bloody radiance. Within the sword body, a faint wisp of black mist coiled motionlessly, making it appear extremely eerie.

This was precisely the Blood Fiend Sword he had obtained from the woman in white.

The moment the blood-colored miniature sword appeared, even before Han Li could activate it, it began to tremble and hum on its own, and a bloody aura instantly spread out.

Han Li knew that rashly using this sword would have significant repercussions, but with his life hanging in the balance now, he could no longer afford to be concerned about such things. He opened his mouth and spat a ball of green essence onto the miniature sword.

The bloody light was dazzling, and the sword instantly grew to about a foot long while simultaneously hovering in the air.

Han Li, with a grave expression, firmly grasped the sword hilt. After glancing at it, he gently swung it. He immediately felt a large amount of his true essence surging into the sword and, startled, quickly severed the magic power connection, muttering to himself about the sword's sinister nature.

Only then did Han Li, holding the sword with one hand, cast a cold gaze at the demon soul opposite him.

The demon soul, whose expression had always been ferocious, the moment it saw Han Li produce the Blood Fiend Sword, its expression drastically changed, revealing a hint of surprise, and it stared at the sword without blinking.

Han Li raised his head and saw the opponent's expression, and couldn't help but be startled, feeling a mix of shock and suspicion in his heart.

"Very well. I didn't expect you to possess even the sacred artifact we left in this realm long ago. If you are willing to hand over this sacred artifact to me now, I can spare your life and let you leave this place." A moment later, the demon soul finally confirmed that the Blood Fiend Sword in Han Li's hand was indeed what it had sought. After a hint of joy flashed across its face, it actually spoke these words.

"Sacred artifact? Is this thing a magic tool from your ancient demon realm?" Han Li was naturally greatly surprised and asked with a furrowed brow.

"Hmph, you don't need to know anything about the Sacred Realm. I only ask if you agree or not!" The demon soul clearly didn't want to say more, and after glaring with both eyes, its voice turned icy cold.

"If Your Excellency were a human cultivator, for the sake of my life, I wouldn't mind agreeing. But as for Your Excellency, hehe..." Han Li rolled his eyes, and a look of cold mockery appeared on his face.