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Chapter 991 - Chapter 991 Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 987 The Essence of Golden Escape and Celestial Ice Flame
Chapter 991: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 987 The Essence of Golden Escape and Celestial Ice Flame Chapter 991: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 987 The Essence of Golden Escape and Celestial Ice Flame At that moment, Han Li vanished from his original spot with a rumble of thunder, and reappeared twenty-odd zhang away as an electric arc flashed.
But as soon as he materialized, Han Li fixed his gaze on the burst of light, his face stern.
Under the illumination of the Brightsight Water, he clearly observed what was happening within the light.
Normally, the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, supplemented with Auric Essence, should be incomparably sharp.
However, as the flying swords turned into flashes of light and struck the golden barrier, they were effortlessly deflected, as if they had never wielded the power of the flying swords and were bounced off by the barrier using their own force.
The Electric Python formed by the Devilbane Lightning struck the light barrier, merely causing it to flicker before dissipating.
But when the purple flames touched the golden barrier…
A cold gleam flashed in Han Li’s eyes, and as the luminescence faded, a massive ice block appeared in the distance.
It was a light purple in color, but the golden barrier, along with the Silver-winged Yaksha, were clearly encased within it.
The Silver-winged Yaksha was unharmed inside the barrier, but his face showed astonishment.
Clearly, it had not expected the purple flames to freeze the golden barrier.
However, since it hadn’t encased its main body, escaping was naturally a piece of cake for it.
The Silver-winged Yaksha pressed both hands against the golden barrier, and countless golden glimmers erupted, puncturing holes through the ice.
The entire block of purple ice shattered piece by piece.
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A chill went through Han Li’s heart.
He stretched out his hand and summoned, and all the flying swords circled back and flew towards him immediately.
Moments later, the Silver-winged Yaksha reappeared outside the purple ice with ease.
Then it gave Han Li a cold stare that seemed to come from a dead man and suddenly raised its hand.
The hand shone brightly as a golden orb of light emerged.
But at that moment, Han Li suddenly spoke,
“Now I am certain, besides mastering techniques of Earth and Wind Escape, you indeed possess the Metal Escape Technique as well.
But as far as I know, even among us human cultivators, very few can master this art.
Moreover, only the legendary Golden Moon Corpse from the tales possess such Divine Skills in Corpse Refining.
Could it be that you have already begun your advancement?”
After saying this, Han Li’s gaze lingered a bit more on the faint golden scales covering its body.
Hearing Han Li’s question, the Silver-winged Yaksha was somewhat surprised, but soon sneered coldly,
“Heh!
I began my advancement ten thousand years ago.
You and a few mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivators working together might have stood a chance initially.
But now, with just you alone, even if you possess some Divine Skills, it’s simply a delusion.”
Having said that, the Silver-winged Yaksha no longer held back.
Its wings gently fluttered, shifting from silver-white to a faint gold, as an overwhelming spiritual pressure burst forth, so powerful that even the enormous light barrier covering the Array seemed to wobble.
Han Li’s pupils constricted.
This aura was definitely much stronger than any of the late Nascent Soul cultivators he had encountered.
It was incomparable even to the three great cultivators of the Heavenly South Region.
The only beings that might overpower this flying corpse were perhaps only the two ancient devils he had encountered in the Devilfall Valley.
Han Li was inwardly shocked, but outwardly he probed nonchalantly,
“Even if you started your advancement long ago, being trapped in this dark, sunless place means you can’t absorb the essence of the yin moon.
Even another ten thousand years of cultivation wouldn’t lead to your success.
Currently, you’ve mastered only the mere basics of the Metal Escape Technique and merely applied some peculiar methods.
But against Magic Artifacts and Daoist talismans that don’t involve metal elements, these skills are useless.”
As Han Li spoke, his mind flashed with images of both Bronze Escape penetrating and his flying swords being deflected, feeling considerably troubled.
Indeed, most modern magical tools involved the use of metal elements.
“Hehe, is that so?
Then experience it for yourself.
However, I have no interest in chasing you around anymore.
With the next strike, just deliver your life obediently,”
The Silver-winged Yaksha didn’t bother to speak further with Han Li.
With one hand, the cluster of gold in its hand became even more dazzlingly blinding, while the other arm suddenly stretched out, its fingers spread and abruptly raised, targeting the dry corpses on the stone pillars and releasing beams of gray light.
In the blink of an eye, the beams of light flashed and disappeared into the bodies of the corpses without a trace.
Han Li had no time to stop this, his expression inevitably darkened, and he had a bad premonition.
As expected, clanging noises resonated from the pillars as chains fell off one by one, and the corpses opened their green eyes, shakily detaching from the pillars.
But the corpses only took a few steps before stopping and emotionlessly staring up at Han Li in the air.
“With so many corpse fiends to assist me, you have no chance of winning.
If you surrender quietly, you might suffer less from soul refinement,” the Silver-winged Yaksha stood still and coldly declared towards Han Li.
Han Li scanned the dry corpses around him and fell silent.
After a long sigh,
“I didn’t expect to actually use this treasure on this trip.
I’m not sure if it’s your misfortune or my bad luck,” Han Li murmured in a barely audible voice, and then without hesitation, he slapped a particularly exquisite storage pouch at his waist.
“Puchi,” a fist-sized orb of light shot out from the bag and after circling in the air, it landed in Han Li’s hand, revealing an ancient-looking Feathered Fan.
This fan was only a few inches in size and was divided into gold, silver, and red.
It was densely covered with runes and spiritual marks layer upon layer.
A slight motion caused the three colors of spiritual halo to shift uncertainly.
Countless runes emerged at different times, causing anyone who stared slightly to feel dizzy.
Just by looking at this artifact, one could tell it was extraordinary.
At that moment, the Silver-winged Yaksha across from him had completed casting his spell, launching an attack first.
With a loud shout, he suddenly threw the glowing orb in his hand into the air.
Upon spinning, the golden orb immediately released ten thousand rays of golden light.
As soon as these rays left the sphere, they instantaneously transformed into countless golden needles as thin as cow hair.
After circling around the sphere, they shot towards Han Li overwhelmingly.
For a time, half of the sky was resplendent with golden light, the attack coming down like raindrops, leaving Han Li nowhere to hide.
Moreover, the corpses under the surrounding pillars also conveniently raised their hands at the same time, steadily spewing out countless Evil Soul Threads from their fingertips, which intertwined and gathered at a low altitude.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal net tens of meters wide formed right beneath Han Li-grey and unabashedly sweeping upwards.
The net was so vast and the Evil Qi it contained was shockingly intense.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, they might have been overwhelmed by the Qi before the net even reached them, leaving them weak-limbed and unable to control their Mana, rendering them merely ready for capture.
However, Han Li’s body itself was a conduit for Evil Qi, and having cultivated the King Ming Art, he was naturally indifferent to these affinities.
Yet the magnitude of the enemy’s momentum, akin to an inescapable net, startled even Han Li.
Immediately, his expression darkened, and he rubbed his hands together.
In an instant, right after a flash of light, the Three Flame Fan transformed into several feet long.
Han Li grasped the handle with one hand, his entire body’s Mana condensed, and he fiercely fanned downwards.
What happened next took Han Li by surprise.
He felt a significant part of his Mana being sucked away with that swing, which nearly made him drop the fan right then.
Fortunately, after the fan issued a cry of a phoenix, the Mana flow in his body stopped.
Subsequently, the fan trembled abruptly, and a surge of three-colored flames burst forth from the fan face.
Soon all the flames gathered in the middle, miraculously transforming into a huge Fire Phoenix about ten meters long, with golden, silver, and red feathers, and it dashed straight for the enormous net.
This spectacle also caught Han Li off guard, but he immediately had no time to ponder.
Initially intending to target the golden needles with another swing, he now, depleted of Mana, could only quickly direct towards his flying swords.
In an instant, all the flying swords shone brightly and whirled rapidly, blooming like golden lotuses around Han Li, submerging his form within them.
Yet he did not cease his actions, opening his mouth and spraying a mouthful of blood essence onto the Snow Crystal Bead revolving above his head.
Immediately, the Snow Crystal Bead trembled violently and spat out a strand of deep purple flame.
With an incantation, this flame swiftly circled Han Li, dramatically dropping the temperature around him, hissing peculiarly.
A towering ice wall, over thirty feet high, emerged nearby as the purple flame dispersed, flashing with purple light and securely shielding him within.
During this time, under the large flashes of golden light, countless gold threads finally reached the ice wall.
The resounding “ding dong” noises started!
After an interweaving flicker of golden and purple lights, the surface of the ice wall lit up with numerous golden spots, leaving densely packed, several-inch-deep fine holes.
Under the continuous gold thread attack, they layered one on top of another.
Though Han Li’s ice wall was over ten meters thick, in an instant, an inch-thick layer of the surface was eroded away.
His expression slightly changed.
Unbeknownst to Han Li, the Silver-winged Yaksha on the other side was similarly profoundly astonished.
It should be known that these golden needles, though formed from metal elementary spiritual power, were not something that could be replenished once depleted.
They were derived from an unknown type of metal ore slowly refined during the time he was trapped here.
These Special Spirit Powers, honed over thousands of years with the fire of corpses, were exceptionally formidable.
When transformed into needle-shaped Daoist paper talismans, they gained extraordinary sharpness.
However, after such a massive and overwhelming attack, failing to achieve a strike through naturally left the Yaksha secretly amazed.
Just recently, it had shattered a purple ice block with the same golden radiance.
What the Silver-winged Yaksha did not realize was that the purple flame, which Han Li had stimulated using his blood essence, was no ordinary Purple Apex Flames.
After continuously consuming Snow Essence Pills and leveraging the power of the Snow Crystal Bead, he had distilled a strand of Celestial Ice Flame essence from this fire.
This essence, almost encompassing the coldest essence of all Purple Apex Flames, was naturally incomparable to ordinary Purple Apex Flames.
However, to stimulate this fire under the circumstances of insufficient Mana, Han Li had no choice but to use a mouthful of blood essence to forcibly drive it.
At this moment, the Tri-Color Fire Phoenix released by Han Li’s Treasure Fan also plunged into the giant gray net below.
The net, made of Evil Soul Threads, flashed with a grey light, and directly sprayed countless gray threads from above, entangling the seemingly slight Fire Phoenix.
In an instant, the dense threads blocked out the sky, nearly obscuring the figure of the bird within them.
With a proud cry, the Fire Phoenix circled once and suddenly erupted with mysterious halos, within which gold, silver, and red lights rotated ceaselessly, and subsequently, deep and complex runes emerged, strikingly gorgeous.
And the moment those Evil Soul Threads shot into the halos, an incredulous scene occurred!
(This is the second update from yesterday, a bit late, sorry.
This chapter was tough to write, and I’m satisfied only after revising most of it.
Please forgive the delay!)