Chapter 115: Another Battle with Qiu Wu

"Last time in Tianshui City, it was this kid who inexplicably broke my Blood Aura Space. I thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seems there really is something to him." The purple-robed old man narrowed his eyes slightly, pointing at Han Li.

"Qiu Wu, it seems you're interested in him. Then we'll leave him to you, and we'll deal with the other two." The ugly woman in the black dress said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Just as I wished." Qiu Wu chuckled.

While the three—the bearded man and the others—were conversing, Han Li and his companions were also sizing up their opponents, their expressions somewhat grim.

The opponents were three True Immortal initial stage rogue immortals. In theory, they were weaker than Han Li's group, but now, aside from Han Li, the other two were heavily injured. If they really fought here, they might not be able to escape anytime soon.

"These three must be Gongshu Hong's other three rogue immortal subordinates." Jiao Ba licked his dry lips and transmitted to Han Li and the other.

"This place is full of strangeness. If we drag this out, other variables might appear." Han Li quickly glanced at the faint blood-colored patterns on the surrounding walls and transmitted back.

"We must finish this quickly. Don't hold back any tricks." Jiao Jiu took a deep breath and said.

Before he finished speaking, the three—the bearded man and the others—had already flown over.

Without any visible movement, the void in front of Han Li's group suddenly rippled, and hundreds of blood-colored light blades materialized, raining down densely on Han Li and the others.

A sharp glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. He took half a step back, drew his fist to his waist, and after a brief moment of gathering power, punched forward fiercely.

An invisible force surged out across the void, and immediately a series of sounds like rain hitting banana leaves came from ahead.

The blood-colored light blades slowed in their momentum, then their surface blood light flickered wildly before they exploded one after another, dissipating into patches of blood-colored crystalline light.

Before the crystalline light had even dissipated, Qiu Wu and the other two scattered in midair, each charging toward one of Han Li's group.

Jiao Ba looked at the bearded man rushing toward him, his expression darkening. Ignoring his injuries, he urged his magical technique.

Light shone around him, and a brilliant cyan light flew out from his body, rapidly expanding to condense into a thin man in a white robe at his side.

This thin man's features resembled Jiao Ba's quite closely, but his skin was a greenish hue, and his body was shrouded in a layer of cyan light. He was unmistakably Jiao Ba's Earth Deity incarnation.

As soon as it materialized, it swayed and moved to block in front of Jiao Ba. It slightly bowed, opened its mouth, and took a deep breath toward the front.

In an instant, the wind howled. White air currents surged from all directions, turning into a trumpet-shaped white vortex that poured into its mouth, causing its abdomen to swell rapidly. Then it opened its mouth again.

With a "whoosh" sound!

A visible cyan air wave spewed from its mouth, and after rolling once, directly transformed into a cyan wind dragon over ten zhang long, pouncing forward with claws bared.

Seeing this, the bearded man curled his lips coldly. Without any particular effort, he raised his fist and smashed it forward.

On his fist, a ferocious-looking white bone fist guard had appeared at some point. With a flash of spiritual light on its surface, a huge fist shadow shaped like an evil ghost flew out from it, meeting the cyan wind dragon.

With a thunderous "boom"!

The cyan wind dragon and the evil ghost fist shadow exploded simultaneously, and countless cyan wind blades poured out from within, slashing in all directions.

"Clang, clang, clang"

Sharp sounds rang out continuously in the underground palace. The ground, walls, and stone pillars were cut like tofu, with deep gashes appearing everywhere.

After his punch, a faint blood light appeared on the bearded man's body. Without dodging, he charged straight into the dense wind blades, continuing toward Jiao Ba.

The wind blades fell on the blood light on his body, making a "puffing" sound, unable to penetrate even a fraction.

Jiao Ba gritted his teeth and leaped forward together with his Earth Deity incarnation to meet him.

On the other side, after a violent clash in the void with Lu Kun, the ugly woman in the black dress was wrapped in thick black mist and drifted backward.

However, before her feet touched the ground, her brow suddenly furrowed.

In the void beneath her feet, black light flashed, and a black mist lotus suddenly materialized.

Her slender toes stepped precisely on the black lotus, and her body rebounded, landing elsewhere.

At her original landing spot, ripples suddenly stirred in the blood water covering the ground. A black figure holding a blue water sword flashed out from within—it was Lu Kun's Earth Deity incarnation.

Seeing that this covert move had failed, Lu Kun's expression darkened. He summoned the black-robed old man and closed in to attack the woman in the black dress.

Not far away, Qiu Wu was looking at Han Li with a peculiar expression, saying coldly:

"Kid, I noticed you weren't simple last time. I didn't expect you to be a Profound Immortal. Just as well—I'm short a suitable body for refining a Blood Puppet, and your True Extremity Body is just right."

Han Li glanced at him, curled his lips without replying, and slightly raised his clenched fist.

Seeing this, the purple-robed old man's eyelids twitched, and the killing intent in his gaze became fierce.

He flipped his palm, and black light flashed in his hand, revealing a purple-black round bowl. Inside, red light flickered and rippled, as if filled with bright red blood.

As Qiu Wu chanted incantations, the red light in the bowl intensified. The blood, which had only been gently rippling, now seemed to boil, surging wildly inside the bowl.

If one looked closely, they could see that the surging blood revealed faces of struggling, wailing evil ghosts, all striving to reach out of the bowl, as if trying to escape.

"Go!"

At Qiu Wu's command, the bowl blazed with light. A large amount of blood poured out, turning into a vast blood wave covering a hundred zhang in midair, crashing down overwhelmingly on Han Li.

An extremely foul stench spread, and fierce, mournful howls echoed continuously. The surrounding yin qi surged, as if the underworld had descended.

It seemed that all the cultivators and mortals who had died here had returned to their souls at this moment, freely releasing their resentment and killing intent.

Feeling this bloody, ghostly aura, Han Li couldn't help but frown slightly.

He waved his wrist, and the yellow round mirror flew out. The mirror surface lit up, emitting a yellow light that formed a ring-shaped light barrier around him.

As soon as the light barrier appeared, the blood wave had already surged over, striking it heavily.

With a "boom" sound.

The yellow light barrier trembled violently, then stabilized.

But the next moment, the surface of the barrier where the blood wave touched emitted a loud "hissing" sound, producing large amounts of white steam. It seemed to be melting, and the yellow round mirror suspended in midair also trembled incessantly.

With a crisp "crack", the round mirror shattered, its spiritual light completely lost, and it fell to the ground.

Without the yellow light barrier to block it, the surging blood wave rushed over, rolling and enveloping Han Li's entire body.

Han Li saw a flash of blood light before his eyes, and suddenly found himself in a vast sea of blood. The blood was extremely viscous, immediately slowing his movements.

Moreover, soaked in the blood, although the True Extremity Membrane on his body still emitted a faint glow, he could clearly feel that the membrane was being constantly eroded by a very subtle corrupting force.

In the surrounding blood, ferocious figures could be seen swimming around incessantly.

Regardless of age or gender, they all looked like fierce demons, baring their claws and teeth as they lunged at him to bite.

He let out a low shout. His arms blurred, and countless fist shadows densely appeared, obliterating the hundred or so figures surging toward him. At the same time, patches of golden scales emerged on his body, and his figure grew a head taller. He was about to burst out of the blood sea in one go.

"Trying to escape? Dream on!"

Seeing this, Qiu Wu shouted angrily. Blood light appeared in his hand, and he suddenly struck the round bowl. Dense runes flew out from it, all plunging into the blood sea that trapped Han Li.

Han Li felt the surrounding blood water shake violently, then rapidly spin in one direction. The temperature soared, and it began to boil like boiling water.

Soon, the temperature in the blood water became comparable to the scorching lava in a volcano.

Han Li's figure swayed violently in the boiling blood vortex. The skin on his body and the golden scales turned red. The pulling force from the blood water increased several times over, and for a moment, he couldn't break free immediately.

His expression focused. He waved his hand, and a clear chirping sound rang out. The Essence Fire Bird immediately flew out from his body, turning into a sheet of silver flames that enveloped him.

With this fire blocking it, the scorching blood water could no longer approach him.

Moreover, under the high temperature of the silver flames, the blood water around Han Li began to evaporate rapidly.

Soon, a ring of vacuum formed around him, and the pulling force vanished.

"I don't have time to waste with you!"

With that, Han Li's figure shot upward. The originally viscous and scorching blood water scattered before the protective barrier formed by the Essence Fire Bird.

He soared up from the blood sea vortex, then without a word, raised his hand and punched fiercely at Qiu Wu.

Startled, the latter quickly waved his hands in front of him, forming a hand seal.

The round bowl immediately expanded several times. The runes engraved on its surface lit up brightly, emitting rings of black light that blocked in front of him.

With a thunderous "boom"!

The black light in front of the purple-robed old man exploded under the falling fist shadow, shattering into countless fragments. The light on the black round bowl dimmed instantly, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared, shrinking back to its original size.

Qiu Wu's chest and abdomen shook. He grunted, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He retrieved the round bowl, tremblingly touched the cracks on it with his hand, and said with shock in his eyes: "How is this possible..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp screech sounded. A silver firebird, trailing a long tail of flames, shot toward him like an arrow.