Han Li did not look at the Emperor of Yue's resentful expression, his gaze lingering on the dim glow surrounding the latter's body.
A golden ruler, a pair of strange purple blades, and a long blue sword floated motionlessly within the blood light—they were the artifacts of Song Meng and the others.
At this moment, they hung lifeless in the blood light, clearly having lost their spiritual essence.
Han Li's eyes闪过 a thoughtful glint. It seemed this person's protective demonic light could corrupt ordinary artifacts. Only the pair of Black Dragon Seizers he possessed were immune to such evil techniques.
Moreover, since only this person had appeared alone, it seemed the blue-robed man who called himself the Black Fiend Sect Master had truly perished under the Heavenly Thunder Pearl.
Thinking of this, Han Li's mind relaxed slightly. But he had no intention of giving his opponent a chance to catch his breath. With a mental command, the dozen or so puppets in front of him launched their attack. Beams of colored light and pillars of radiance poured down continuously, striking toward the enemy.
On one side, Song Meng and the others, though alarmed by the loss of their artifacts and unwilling to use them again, saw Han Li's attack and began forming seals and chanting spells in unison. Various techniques and talismans flew down ceaselessly. They knew clearly that only by overwhelming this final enemy could they preserve their lives and escape the nightmare of their fellow disciples' tragic deaths.
Below, the Emperor of Yue watched this expressionlessly, but with a casual swipe of his hand before him, a massive shield of blood-colored light materialized, blocking all attacks with ease. Yet the Emperor's own blood light grew increasingly thin, giving the impression it might collapse at any moment. This only spurred Han Li and the others to attack even more fiercely.
The Emperor of Yue snorted coldly, then without a word, reached into his robe. A small dark green bottle appeared in his hand.
He deftly poured out a pill the size of a longan, its entire body scarlet, emitting a pungent smell of blood—clearly not a good medicine. But the Emperor of Yue swallowed it without hesitation, tossing the bottle aside. The bottle contained only this single pill.
The moment the blood-red pill entered the Emperor of Yue's stomach, something astonishing happened.
The Emperor's expression immediately brightened, and the blood light around his body blazed anew. All his wounds vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye. In that brief instant, the great enemy in Han Li's mind once again became calm and composed, as if all the depleted magical power and injuries had returned to the state before Han Li used the Heavenly Thunder Pearl.
"Impossible! How can such a thing exist in this world?"
Song Meng, witnessing this, was so stunned that he forgot to throw the dozen or so ice spikes already formed in his hand, murmuring in disbelief.
Han Li was also shocked. He, too, had no idea what the other had taken to produce such a heaven-defying effect.
None of the various texts he had ever read mentioned anything similar!
"What he took is the Marrow Cultivation Pill. It is a life-saving elixir that can only be refined by those who cultivate certain special demonic arts and are willing to damage their own cultivation base. This thing can only be taken by oneself; for others, it is a deadly poison."
A clear, cold voice came from behind Chen Qiaqian. Han Li was slightly stunned, while Chen Qiaqian turned around with a look of surprise and joy.
"Senior Sister Zhong, you're all right!"
"I'm fine, nothing serious. But having witnessed this demon who killed Senior Brother Liu, I must kill him!" Zhong Weiniang, who had finally regained consciousness, managed a faint smile toward Chen Qiaqian, then said with a cold expression.
"We all want to kill him. The problem is, right now he has the same idea!" Han Li replied calmly without turning his head, after hearing Zhong Weiniang's words.
Hearing Han Li's words, Zhong Weiniang was taken aback and looked down. Her face immediately turned ugly.
The great enemy below, the Emperor of Yue, had withdrawn the light shield into his body while they were speaking, and the blood light around him had thickened to two or three zhang. The captured artifacts within the blood light were gradually dissolving.
All the spells and puppet attacks were blocked outside the blood light, whereas before this, the protective light of this person was only a few feet thick. His cultivation had already far surpassed before.
He raised his head and looked coldly at Han Li and the others, then suddenly extended an arm backward, grabbing at empty air. A fire-red bead shot out from a spot behind him and landed precisely in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Han Li's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he thought of the blue-robed man who had died under his Heavenly Thunder Pearl. It seemed this bead was the remnant left by that person. Now the "Blood-Coagulated Five Elements Pill" was complete. As long as he could kill this scoundrel, he would obtain this treasure greatly beneficial to Core Formation.
"Kid, do you have any more Heavenly Thunder Pearls? If you do, I'll stand right here and let you throw another one, to see which is more powerful—your Heavenly Thunder Pearl or my protective demonic art!" he said coldly, tucking the bead into his robe.
At these words, everyone in the air was stunned, involuntarily looking toward Han Li again.
Han Li immediately said in a cold voice: "I've said my piece, believe it or not!"
Han Li did not use voice transmission for this remark, so even the Emperor of Yue below heard it clearly, his face turning cold. He suddenly raised a hand and pointed, a thumb-thick red light flashed and vanished, reaching Han Li in the blink of an eye.
Startled, Han Li was shocked by the speed of the red light, but still managed to overlap the White Phosphorus Shield and the Turtle Shell Artifact before him, then a green glow surged from his body as an Azure Origin Sword Shield appeared. Facing an attack of unknown origin, Han Li dared not be the slightest bit careless.
Two soft "pfft" sounds rang out. Almost at the same time Han Li heard them, his body instinctively jerked to the side, then his right shoulder grew hot, followed by a wave of intense pain.
Han Li's face turned extremely ugly as he twisted his head to look. Blood flowed from his right shoulder, which now had a finger-thick hole in it.
Han Li's expression remained unchanged, but he snorted inwardly and replied calmly:
"I'm also curious whether you are the Black Fiend Sect Master or if it was that other person just now. And from the looks of it, you've already absorbed most of that person's cultivation! To think there's a cultivator in this world willing to do all the work for someone else's benefit—Han here finds it a bit hard to understand."
Han Li did not answer the other's question, instead raising a different topic, clearly showing a confrontational stance!
Han Li did not answer the other's question, instead raising a different topic, clearly showing a confrontational stance!
But the Emperor of Yue showed a strange expression upon hearing this, as if mocking, yet also as if regretting. But then, for some reason, the killing intent on his face gradually intensified, and his brows furrowed upward.
Han Li's heart tightened. He immediately parted his lips slightly and sent a few whispered messages into the ears of the others, causing Chen Qiaqian and Song Meng to show looks of astonishment.