Chapter 170: Misplaced Anger

Feng Qianzhi stared at the spheres that had suddenly appeared, crackling with electric light, and his heart sank. A sense of foreboding rose within him.

As thoughts raced through his mind, he hurriedly waved his hands, and a brilliant radiance erupted from his body. He sacrificed seven or eight shimmering protective treasures in one breath, layers of light shields appearing around him.

Boom!

A deafening roar first exploded, followed by a continuous series of thunderous sounds.

More than twenty Heavy Water Ripple Thunderbolts burst one after another like firecrackers.

Fierce silver arcs of electricity spread out from them, expanding in all directions, instantly enveloping an area nearly a thousand zhang in radius.

The dense runes released by the armor on Feng Qianzhi flickered and vanished immediately, swallowed along with all his other protective treasures by a colossal black sun.

A violent, overwhelming surge of air waves rolled outward in all directions, compressing the void and causing it to collapse layer by layer, revealing shocking black cracks.

Below, the crimson sea shattered, its waters vaporizing into faint red steam.

In an instant, the entire sea surface was pressed down into a huge pit by a heavy force. The surrounding waters surged into towering red waves dozens of zhang high, crashing back inward. The blue space that enveloped this sea region could not withstand the immense pressure and shattered with a roar.

This astonishing commotion only gradually subsided after several breaths.

As the vibrations in the air calmed, only a few scattered rocks from the small island below remained above the sea surface. The still unsettled waters churned with waves.

On one of the broken rocks lay the old man surnamed Feng, covered in blood and filth. His armor was completely shattered, and fragments of protective treasures were scattered around him. Though severely injured, he had not perished.

Han Li's figure suddenly appeared a thousand zhang away. His gaze swept across the waters below and immediately locked onto the old man.

At that moment, the old man surnamed Feng also looked up at Han Li, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

Han Li let out a cold snort full of killing intent and was about to fly down.

Just then, a flash of green light appeared in the void around him. Five identical figures of Fang Pan suddenly emerged, their blade lights trembling as they interwove in midair, closing in on him.

The five black blade lights merged, becoming dreamlike and unreal, layering upon each other as they stabbed straight toward his heart.

Seeing this, Han Li abruptly accelerated his descent.

With a bang!

The lightning-fast blade light struck his right back, shattering the True Extreme Membrane. Blood splattered, revealing a wound deep enough to see bone.

As Han Li used the force to rush toward the old man surnamed Feng, he flicked his wrist, and a dragon-eye-sized orb flew from his hand, rolling toward the old man's head.

Feng Qianzhi was filled with despair. All his protective treasures had been destroyed, and he was severely injured, unable to dodge in time. Seeing the orb light up with lightning, a look of desperation appeared in his eyes.

At the critical moment, he slapped his head with one hand. A golden light spread from his crown, and a solid golden infant leaped out, about to teleport away in a flash.

However, with a deafening explosion, the Heavy Water Thunder Orb that Han Li had purchased at great cost burst open without warning.

A black sun as large as a mountain suddenly appeared in the void. Hundreds of azure-purple lightning bolts, each over a hundred zhang long, emerged within it, exuding a law power that made one's heart tremble.

With a series of crackling explosions, the azure-purple lightning whips, as if wielded by a god, lashed out in all directions. Feng Qianzhi's infant and physical body were swept in and annihilated.

But at that moment, a green light shot out from his exploding body, flashing at teleportation speed, and instantly entered Han Li, who was struggling to flee the explosion zone.

In the brief moment Han Li killed Feng Qianzhi, Fang Pan had retreated a distance instead of advancing. A black chain had appeared before him, its surface covered with swirling black runes.

Then, with a flicker of his eyes, he flickered repeatedly as he chased after Han Li.

With a thunderous roar!

The colossal black sun exploded again, turning into a vast expanse of black light that rapidly expanded outward.

Han Li and Fang Pan barely flew out of the range of the black light, but they were still somewhat affected, their bodies unsteadily rushing into the high sky.

Fang Pan's body blazed with green light. He tapped the void several times, his figure flickering in an unnatural, intermittent manner, appearing and disappearing, and caught up with Han Li a step faster.

With a flick of his wrist, a black light shone in his palm. The black chain wrapped in black mist shot out with a whoosh, heading straight for Han Li's lower abdomen.

Han Li's heart tightened. He wanted to dodge but had no time. He opened his mouth and spat out several clumps of essence blood, which spun around his body and turned into a large cloud of blood mist.

With a tearing sound!

The black chain flashed and shot into the blood mist.

Almost at the same moment the chain entered, the blood mist churned, and a blood shadow shot out from it. After a few flashes, it appeared at the horizon a thousand li away, then vanished with another flash.

The blood mist dissipated, and the chain had also disappeared without a trace.

...

Over a hundred thousand li away, above a dark blue sea, lightning suddenly flared. Han Li, covered in blood and filth, stumbled out, nearly falling into the sea.

His face was even paler than before.

After more than a month of continuous flight, coupled with the urgent activation of the Blood Shadow Escape just now, he had indeed suffered a significant loss of vitality.

He took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and after taking a Guiyuan Pill, his complexion improved slightly. Then, closing his eyes, he extended his spiritual sense into his dantian.

As expected, on his Nascent Soul, four very familiar black chains appeared once again, their surfaces flickering with dark light and wreathed in wisps of black mist.

Seeing this, he instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had reacted in time; the strange chains had not been fully deployed. If the other party had sealed his Nascent Soul, he would have been in great trouble.

Even so, half of his immortal spiritual power was still sealed.

But then, he frowned.

Beneath his Nascent Soul, a flickering black light hovered, precisely the one that had shot out from the remains of the brocade-robed elder before his fall.

This was not some powerful restrictive backup, but rather a soul mark of some kind.

Given enough time, he could completely eliminate it, but now the other party obviously would not give him that much time.

Somewhat intriguing was that the aura emanating from this black light did not originate from the brocade-robed elder, but from the black-clad youth.

As Han Li pondered this, a strange expression flickered across his face, and he raised his head to scan the sea ahead.

After a brief hesitation, his body transformed into a streak of light and shot deep into the sea.

About the time it takes an incense stick to burn, he halted above a stretch of sea, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Under his spiritual sense, the sea within nearly a hundred thousand li was unusually calm. There were plenty of ordinary fish in the deep waters, but very few demon beasts.

With this thought, his escape light suddenly brightened, and he sped toward the sea area where the deep-water demon beast was located, while restraining his aura, turning his entire being as still as a stone, silently sinking into the sea surface and descending toward the seabed.

At the same time, Han Li's vast spiritual sense spread out, enveloping the mark within his body, layer by layer wrapping it up, suppressing its connection with the outside world as much as possible.

Not long after Han Li sank to the seabed, a flash of green light appeared in midair, and Fang Pan's figure materialized.

He closed his eyes to sense, then looked down at the sea below.

Although the soul mark he had left was suppressed by some force, he could still faintly sense it.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on his face. His entire body transformed into a green rainbow, plunging straight into the sea surface and swiftly diving toward the seabed.

With his flying speed, he reached the seabed in an instant.

All around was pitch black and silent.

He swept his gaze around quickly, then fixed it on a seemingly ordinary hundred-zhang boulder several hundred zhang away. Without a word, he rushed over, and a black light flashed in his hand as a black blade light hundreds of zhang long appeared out of thin air, slashing fiercely at the boulder.

Where the blade light passed, the entire sea surface was split in two.

With a loud "boom!"

The blade light struck the boulder, but contrary to expectations, it did not split it open, causing Fang Pan to be slightly startled.

Behind the boulder, Han Li's figure suddenly transformed into a streak of black light, shooting backward, with a faint, barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth.

With two "whoosh" sounds!

Two figures emerged from Fang Pan's body, one on the left and one on the right. The black long knives in their hands trembled, and two blade lights, one left and one right, slashed crosswise toward Han Li's location.

A cross-shaped black blade glow, flickering with astonishing cold light, slashed toward Han Li, causing the seawater to boil wherever it passed.

Han Li seemed to have prepared for this long ago, crossing his scale-covered arms in front of him.

With a loud clang!

His body was sent flying backward by a tremendous force.

At that moment, a roar came from afar, and the entire seabed shook as if in an earthquake.

The distant seabed exploded with a boom, sending countless fragments of rock flying in all directions. A massive black shadow, like a small mountain, slowly emerged from underground, exuding a powerful and terrifying aura.

And the seemingly inconspicuous black boulder from before turned out to be a fleshy lump on its body.

Fang Pan was startled, and his pursuit of Han Li paused.

Han Li, however, grinned at Fang Pan, then flickered and dove into a nearby sea trench, disappearing from sight, and even his aura vanished without a trace.

Fang Pan thought to himself, "Not good," and the dazzling green light on his body immediately dissipated as he prepared to conceal his aura.

But then a green light flashed in the massive black shadow that had suddenly appeared, revealing a pair of huge, emerald-green eyes that stared fixedly at Fang Pan, with green flames flickering inside, carrying a terrifying murderous intent.

Fang Pan's heart skipped a beat, and a long-unfelt fear surged within him.

By now, he had seen the full appearance of the black shadow—it was an enormous purple-black octopus, over a thousand zhang in size, covered with black lumps like boulders on its body, its eight thick tentacles covered in purple-black scales wildly dancing like demonic hands, churning the nearby seawater violently.

A crack opened beneath the green eyes, revealing a pitch-black hole, with faintly visible white, gleaming teeth. Anyone would understand that once swallowed inside, there would be no way out.

"Late True Immortal stage!" Fang Pan's pupils contracted slightly as he murmured to himself.