Chapter 390: Ghost Head

Han Li's expression shifted slightly at this sight. He curled his finger and pointed into the void.

With a few crackling sounds,

golden arcs of lightning once again shot out from the surfaces of the dozen or so giant cyan swords. The sword bodies trembled violently, shattering the black ice crystals, and the cyan light radiating from the swords regained its brightness.

Han Li did not launch another attack. Instead, he halted midair, his gaze fixed ahead with a solemn expression.

At that moment, after a violent churning of the black mist ahead, a massive dark shadow shrouded in mist suddenly flew out from within and, in an instant, closed in to a spot not far in front of Han Li.

Not only was its speed inconceivably fast, but it had also made not a single sound from start to finish!

Before Han Li could react, a giant trident wreathed in black mist thrust out from the shadow, stabbing straight down at his head with ferocious force.

A mountain-like pressure swept down simultaneously, causing Han Li's heart to pound with alarm.

"Could it be that this is not a yin beast?"

The thought flashed through Han Li's mind. Without a word, he formed a single-handed incantation gesture and waved.

The dozen or so giant cyan swords, already poised for action around him, immediately rose to meet the attack, arranging themselves in a staggered formation above his head to form a sword net.

Thick golden arcs of lightning emerged on the sword bodies, intertwining and flashing.

With a thunderous bang!

The trident struck the sword net with overwhelming force, causing the dozen giant swords to tremble violently. The barely formed sword net seemed on the verge of collapsing.

A loud crackling sound erupted!

Bolts of evil-repelling divine lightning shot out from the sword bodies, striking the trident. Though they dispersed much of the surrounding black mist, the trident itself remained unmoved.

Han Li let out a low shout and was about to form another incantation gesture.

The trident suddenly trembled, and then three streams of jet-black flames surged out from its prongs, spreading in an instant to envelop the sword net, emitting an intensely cold aura.

Wherever the flames passed, black ice crystals once again appeared on all the giant cyan swords, and the golden arcs of lightning on them were frozen within the crystals, appearing somewhat eerie.

Han Li's face changed color.

Then, with a sudden twist of the trident and a booming crash, the sword net immediately disintegrated and collapsed. The dozen or so giant cyan swords were sent flying in all directions.

The trident did not pause at all, continuing to stab fiercely at Han Li, as swift as a thunderbolt, in the blink of an eye it was already close at hand.

A mass of black flames burst forth from it, blazing fiercely, and with a flash condensed into a giant black dragon head the size of a house, opening its mouth wide to devour Han Li.

All this happened in the flash of a spark; Han Li had no time to dodge.

At the critical moment, he let out a low shout, and eighteen starry light points appeared on his chest and abdomen, while he swung both fists fiercely upward.

Two fist shadows of starlight, several zhang in size, soared into the sky and collided with the trident with a loud bang.

Another earth-shattering roar ensued!

The intertwined starlight and black flames flashed wildly, causing the nearby void to tremble.

Han Li felt a great shock in his body, and took the opportunity to fly backward a hundred zhang before steadying himself. With a sweep of his gaze, he saw that the giant dragon head formed by the black flames had also collapsed, revealing the trident inside, which had once again halted in midair.

The massive black shadow driving the trident seemed to tremble slightly from the backlash of the immense force.

Han Li took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and qi in his body, his expression extremely grave.

At this moment, he still could not see clearly what existence was within the black shadow, but its strength was formidable, no weaker than any Golden Immortal cultivator he had ever encountered before.

To be honest, ever since he had ventured alone into this desolate and perilous place, he had no idea how far he had advanced. Although he had encountered dangers along the way, none had truly threatened him. Before encountering the shadowy figure before him, he had even thought that the reputation of this place—said to be so fearsome that even Golden Immortals kept their distance—was somewhat exaggerated.

As he pondered, the black mist around the distant shadowy figure churned slightly and closed in again.

Han Li had long anticipated this. Cyan light surged from his body, interwoven with streaks of golden lightning, and he shot backward like a crossbow bolt.

Fast as he was, the shadowy figure seemed even faster, closing the distance like a ghost.

Han Li formed hand seals, and a sharp whistling sound rose from within his body.

One after another, cyan flying swords shot out from various parts of his body, converging into a single cyan mass that blocked his path.

The dozen or so cyan giant swords frozen in black ice now shattered the ice on their surfaces once more, flew back, and merged into the cyan mass of light.

The cyan mass of light spun rapidly and suddenly transformed into a cyan sword lotus the size of an acre.

The black shadow stirred slightly, and a large patch of black flame emerged on its surface, blazing fiercely, instantly turning into a huge ghost head with a green face, fangs, and blood-red eyes, looking extremely ferocious.

After transforming into the ghost head, its speed increased dramatically, and it caught up within a few breaths.

Han Li frowned slightly and urged the sword technique with a gesture.

The petals of the cyan sword lotus fully bloomed, the emitted light suddenly intensified, and a series of huge cyan sword qi emerged, while golden arcs of lightning appeared on them—the very Divine Pestilence Lightning—raining down like a storm upon the ghost head.

A scene that greatly alarmed Han Li appeared!

These sword qi infused with Evil-Repelling Divine Lightning fell into the black mist outside the ghost head, sinking in like clay oxen entering the sea, causing the black mist to churn even more violently, yet seemingly unable to harm it in the slightest.

The massive ghost head suddenly swelled, then opened its mouth wide and let out a tremendous roar.

In the roar, rings of black sound waves flew out, like countless dancing notes, enveloping the green sword lotus.

The green sword lotus trembled violently, then shattered like porcelain, disintegrating into seventy-two green small swords that tumbled down amid the rolling sound waves.

Caught within the sound waves, Han Li's body trembled uncontrollably, his internal organs feeling as if countless knives were churning.

Not only his body, but his soul also trembled.

Han Li grunted, his pupils suddenly constricting, and his heart churned like stormy waves.

This black sound wave contained a strange energy; had he not cultivated the True Extremity Body, making his flesh immensely strong, any ordinary late-stage True Immortal realm cultivator would have had their organs crushed and bones ground to dust.

"Roar!"

The massive ghost head let out a low roar, black light flashed in its mouth, and the three-pronged steel fork appeared again, its prongs radiating intense black light.

With a piercing screech, three slender black beams shot out from the fork prongs like lightning, vanishing into the void in a flash.

Han Li's heart tightened, and he formed hand seals, his body suddenly erupting with golden light as the True Word Wheel appeared behind him.

As the wheel spun rapidly, rolling golden ripples emanated from it, spreading outward.

However, only about a dozen time runes on the wheel were bright, so the golden ripples appeared quite thin.

Just as the golden ripples appeared, the void not far in front of Han Li trembled, and three black threads emerged, stabbing toward his chest with incredible speed.

Although the golden ripples greatly reduced the speed of the black threads, they were still as fast as lightning.

Han Li dodged as best he could at the first moment, but the black threads were too fast, still grazing his shoulder and leaving a small cut.

Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound; instead, wisps of black gas swirled around it.

Without a word, Han Li waved his hand, and a nearby Green Bamboo Swarm Cloud Sword shot back, slashing fiercely at his shoulder, cutting off the wound along with a large piece of skin and flesh.

As soon as the flesh left his body, the black gas suddenly turned into black flames that burned fiercely, turning it to ashes in an instant.

Seeing this, Han Li's expression turned extremely grim.

Clearly, if he had been even a moment slower, it would not have been just a flesh wound.

The massive ghost head, having missed its strike, churned with black flames around it, as if preparing another attack.

Han Li quickly formed hand seals with both hands.

The Green Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords that had fallen nearby all lit up again, and thick golden arcs of lightning emerged from them, intertwining to form a huge golden electric net in front of the massive ghost head.

At that moment, from the black mist enveloping the ghost head, over a dozen giant tentacles suddenly flew out, wildly lashing toward the golden electric net.

As soon as these black mist tentacles touched the golden net, they turned into streams of black smoke with a sizzling sound.

The ghost head roared in fury, but for the moment could not break through.

Han Li breathed a slight sigh of relief; by releasing all the Evil-Repelling Divine Lightning from the Green Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords at once, he had managed to temporarily block the enemy.

As he pondered, he waved his hand and collected all the Green Bamboo Swarm Cloud Swords into his sleeve. Then, rolling in midair, his body flashed with silver light and transformed into a massive silver bird, with silver arcs of electricity jumping all over its body.

This was the Thunder Roc transformation, one of the twelve Jingzhe changes.

As soon as the Thunder Roc appeared, it spread its wings, and a thunderous crackling arose from its wing feathers. Another pair of crystalline wings emerged on its back—the Wind Thunder Wings.

With all four wings spread at once, Han Li's body blazed with thunderous light, and he vanished from the spot.

The Fallen Gale was full of unknown dangers, and he had not dared to use lightning teleportation recklessly, but now facing an opponent he could not match, he had no choice but to throw caution to the wind.

The massive ghost head roared, its eyes blazing with red light, and the surrounding black mist gathered in a rolling mass, causing the black flames around it to surge.

With a single roll of the flames, the massive ghost head also vanished from the spot.

In a certain part of the Fallen Gale, thunder flashed, and the Thunder Roc's figure appeared.

Just as it breathed a sigh of relief, the void not far behind it blurred, and a mass of black flames erupted, from which the massive ghost head materialized.

As soon as the ghost head appeared, it opened its mouth wide.

Sssss!

Three black threads shot out again, hurtling toward the Thunder Roc at astonishing speed.

The Thunder Roc's pupils contracted, and it rolled its body, transforming into a silver bolt of lightning that shot forward, barely dodging the black threads.

Then, with a flash of silver lightning, the Thunder Roc's figure vanished again.

The massive ghost head let out a cackling laugh, and with a roll of the black flames around it, it also vanished.

In the time that followed, Han Li and the massive ghost head chased each other through the Fallen Gale. No matter how much Han Li increased the distance of his lightning teleportation or even used lightning arrays, the ghost head clung to him like a persistent shadow, unable to shake it off.