Chapter 925: A Terrifying Battle

"Ah!" the old man in the green robe cried out softly, instantly realizing the danger. He quickly activated the spiritual light around him, preparing to flee the scene in a panic.

However, since Han Li had risked using Thunder Escape to get there, he wouldn't easily let the old man escape.

With a flicker of his body, Han Li appeared before the old man in a series of afterimages. Both of his hands shot out, simultaneously unleashing a streak of purple flames and a glimmer of golden light.

The old man in the green robe was startled by Han Li's speed. Ignoring everything else, he hurriedly opened his mouth, and a hazy light emerged, forming a barrier between Han Li and himself.

The purple flames, with a flash, unapologetically struck the light barrier.

With a soft "zzzt" sound, purple cold air rapidly spread across the light barrier. A thick layer of ice quickly covered the entire barrier, encasing the ancient green shield within.

"What kind of technique is this? How can it be so powerful?" the old man exclaimed in horror.

The other streak of golden light also arrived.

With a soft "thump," the golden light vanished instantly into the ice wall. But immediately, a wisp of golden light reappeared in front of the old man.

The old man in the green robe shivered, instinctively trying to dodge to the side with all his might.

Immediately, he felt a chill on his shoulder, followed by an unbearable sharp pain.

In terror, he quickly glanced sideways. He saw that one of his arms had been severed by the golden light. If his reaction hadn't been quick enough, his head might have been cut off as well.

The golden light circled once and then shot high into the sky. It was a golden mini-sword, barely an inch long.

When he looked back, he saw a small hole in the ice wall. It was incredibly sharp, penetrating both the ice wall and the light barrier formed by his ancient shield as if they were nothing. It was truly unbelievable.

However, the old man couldn't afford to be amazed. He was now filled with shock and fury.

He quickly slapped a talisman onto his body to stop the bleeding slightly, then gritted his teeth and glared forward, intending to dismember Han Li to avenge his severed arm.

But as his gaze swept the area, the front was empty. Han Li had vanished without a trace.

"This is bad!" The old man's heart sank upon seeing this. A chill rose from the depths of his being. He stopped looking for Han Li and quickly fumbled for his storage pouch, intending to retrieve a treasure to protect himself.

But it was already too late.

A barely audible muffled sound came from behind the green-robed old man. Then, his protective spiritual light was shattered by something. A hand enveloped in purple flames, with lightning speed, pierced through his chest from behind. Purple icy coldness instantly permeated his entire body, freezing him alive.

The old man felt a piercing pain spread silently throughout his body, rendering him completely immobile. Great fear gripped his heart.

At this moment, Han Li, who had eerily moved behind him, showed no intention of holding back.

Without hesitation, he casually flicked his sleeve. A golden electric net descended from above, and where electric arcs flashed and exploded, the purple ice shattered inch by inch. A black-light-shrouded infant immediately shot out from the shattered ice. With a flash, it frantically tried to teleport away.

However, Han Li, who had anticipated this, let out a cold shout. The electric net glowed brightly, and after the old man's Nascent Soul teleported, it plunged right into the golden net, unable to escape.

A cold glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. He formed a hand seal, and the golden net instantly constricted, then violently exploded.

The old man's Nascent Soul was thus obliterated amidst the flashing golden light.

From the moment the old man sneak-attacked Han Li to Han Li's merciless counter-kill of the green-robed old man, only a brief moment had passed. The yellow-robed strongman and the other demon from Pointed Peak Mountain had no time to offer any assistance.

Witnessing Han Li so easily kill a fellow Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, both of them were utterly terrified, and their faces turned pale.

The yellow-robed old man, without time to think, moved his lips slightly, transmitting a few words. Then, he and True Monarch Tianfeng in the hurricane, ignoring the ongoing siege of King Xuan, abruptly withdrew their magic treasures. Both simultaneously shot backward into the sand mist, their figures disappearing from sight.

King Xuan, being heavily injured, had been at a great disadvantage just moments before. However, thanks to the resilience of his Corpse King body, he had managed to withstand several magic treasure attacks and survived without serious harm. Yet, at this moment, the old devil's gaze towards Han Li held a peculiar look. Amidst his shock, a faint sense of unease began to stir within him.

He believed that even if he hadn't been severely injured and were not in the tomb, he would never have been able to kill a fellow cultivator, even destroying their Nascent Soul completely, with such ease as the person before him.

Both Han Li's divine abilities and his methods sent a chill down the old devil's spine.

"Could this person be a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?" King Xuan wondered, re-examining Han Li. But Han Li's mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation was undeniable. This meant that the cultivation of this seemingly young cultivator was astonishing, rivaling the great divine abilities of a late-stage Nascent Soul.

The old devil gasped upon realizing this. Fortunately, he had only sent a clone to seek out this person. If he had personally pursued Han Li for the Adamantine Cover, unaware of his true strength, he would most likely have met with disaster.

And ever since he returned to the mountain range, he had been unable to sense those two clones. It seemed they had already been killed by the opponent.

King Xuan felt a little uneasy, subconsciously attributing the disappearance of his two clones to Han Li.

He hesitated, just about to say something to Han Li, when the surrounding magic array suddenly underwent astonishing changes, instantly drawing his attention.

The originally hazy yellow sand mist suddenly changed color drastically. In the dimness, the sand waves vanished, replaced by the faint appearance of the black sand particles that had just trapped Han Li's flying sword. These sand particles were not as dense as yellow sand, but each one pulsed with an eerie dark light, densely spread throughout the sand mist, appearing extremely bizarre.

And with the appearance of these black sand particles, the sounds of wailing ghosts surged, turning into a black sand mist that furiously pressed inward.

"This is bad. Old Ghost Mad Sand has released all the Soul-Draining Sands and mixed them into the barrier. Fellow Daoist, these Soul-Draining Sands cannot be blocked by ordinary magic treasures. You can only rely on your own cultivation to withstand them. However, for him to control so much Soul-Draining Sand, his magic power must be strained and won't last long. As long as we endure a few rounds of intense attacks, we'll be fine," King Xuan said with a grim expression, hastily calling out to Han Li.

Now, he and Han Li were essentially in the same boat, and he naturally didn't want this powerful helper to suffer any mishaps. He had seen Han Li use those golden electric arcs to break through this sand once before, but with so much Soul-Draining Sand attacking at once, he didn't believe Han Li could still resist it with just those electric arcs.

"Soul-Draining Sand? This sand carries such heavy Yin energy. It seems to be a magic treasure refined from spirits. No wonder it can create such a grand spectacle," Han Li muttered to himself, floating in the air, his face expressionless, showing no signs of alert.

King Xuan was surprised by this. But seeing the black sand mist about to engulf the remaining space, he couldn't bother with anything else.

He opened his mouth, and clusters of fist-sized grayish-white corpse flames spewed out, instantly condensing into a huge ball of fire that enveloped him.

Only his Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Flames, cultivated for countless years, could withstand the siege of these Soul-Draining Sands.

And in that brief delay, the black sand mist instantly submerged the old devil.

Corpse flames and black light intertwined and flashed, occasionally emitting booming explosions, incredibly intense.

At this moment, Han Li's figure slowly retreated towards the center of the air. After a short while, seeing that he could retreat no further, Han Li raised his eyebrows. A light flew out from his pouch, circled once, and landed in front of him, revealing a small black monkey.

This monkey, several inches in size, wore an unwilling expression. It was the Soul-Devouring Beast, originally refining corpse flames within the Adamantine Cover. Having been forcefully summoned by Han Li with his spiritual sense, its cultivation interrupted, it was naturally in a foul mood.

But a moment later, the Soul-Devouring Beast sniffed with its large nose a few times, then its gaze swept over the overwhelming black sand mist that pressed down from all directions, and its face immediately lit up with joy.

Without Han Li's spiritual prompting, it immediately pounded its chest with both hands, let out a deep, long roar, and black thorny bristles flashed all over its body. Its figure rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant ape over ten zhang tall. The ghost face pattern on its back became clearly visible, and as its body twisted, it seemed to come alive.

Neither the yellow-robed strongman and his companion, lurking in the sand mist, nor King Xuan, desperately resisting the Soul-Draining Sand, could help but be secretly astonished upon seeing this ape appear so strikingly.

They were wondering what Han Li's intention was in releasing this mysterious spirit beast at this moment, when the giant ape snorted with its large nose, and a large expanse of yellow mist flew out from its nostrils. After circling once, the mist, radiating thousands of rays of light, protected both Han Li and itself in the center.

The black sand mist finally pressed forward with great momentum. But as the overwhelming sand mist touched the yellow mist, large plumes of dense black gas immediately emerged and were swept into the yellow mist.

Once the black gas dissipated, the black-light-flashing sand particles were revealed clearly within the sand mist. Seeing this, the giant ape unceremoniously grinned, and actually spewed out a dazzling golden beam of light.

Wherever the light beam shone, the mist settled, and all the black sand was frantically sucked in without any resistance, directly drawn into the giant ape's massive mouth.

In an instant, after several sweeps of the yellow mist and light beam, the black sand mist was scattered and fragmented, its Yin energy dissipated. It was utterly unable to approach Han Li even an inch. And after the Soul-Devouring Beast absorbed a large amount of Yin energy and black sand, the nearby sand mist gradually turned from black to yellow.

Old Master Furious Sand and True Monarch Tianfeng, who were hiding in the sand mist and had approached, couldn't help but gape in astonishment.