Chapter 50: Breaking Out of the Tower

Half a month later.

Fengyin Mountain Range.

Above a towering peak with steep terrain, a layer of lead-black clouds hung, so that at noon, not much sunlight fell, presenting a gloomy appearance as if a storm was brewing.

The peak was covered with trees, but they were not the usual verdant green, but a slightly heavy blackish-green, making the entire peak look like a thick ink wash painting.

Just then, a hole suddenly broke in the clouds in the sky, and a beam of light flew out, revealing the figure of a tall young man in a green robe.

It was Han Li.

He hovered in midair, glanced around briefly, then closed his eyes and slowly released his divine sense, sweeping over the entire peak.

After a moment, his eyes snapped open, a strange expression appearing on his face. Then he moved his body, and after a few flashes, landed in a nearby forest shrouded in mist.

After landing, he walked forward not far, and after circling a thick ancient tree, he saw in the white mist ahead a petite figure leaning motionless against a half-dead gray-white tree.

"Le'er!"

He frowned slightly and called out.

Hearing the sound, the petite figure's shoulders twitched, and with a flutter of eyelashes, her originally closed eyes slowly opened.

The moment she saw Han Li, a hint of joy immediately appeared on her pale little face, and the corners of her mouth pulled into a forced smile. When she opened her mouth to speak, it seemed her mouth was bound, and she could only make vague sounds like "mm, ah."

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Han Li comforted her and walked forward slowly.

Seeing this, Liu Le'er seemed to think of something, and a look of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes as she shook her head repeatedly at Han Li.

Seeing that Han Li did not stop, she struggled, trying to sit up straight, but suddenly a series of crackling sounds came from her body.

Chains flickering with black lightning appeared on her body, binding her from head to foot. Whenever she moved slightly, black electric light would flow out and strike her body fiercely.

Seeing the pain on Liu Le'er's little face, Han Li's expression remained unchanged, but deep in his eyes a fierce killing intent flashed, and he did not stop walking.

Just as he took his next step forward, before his foot touched the ground, a sudden change occurred!

The originally calm white mist among the trees suddenly turned pitch black and churned violently. Then, as a fierce wind howled, all the black mist instantly formed a huge vortex.

The temperature around plummeted, and sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling arose from all sides!

Han Li, at the center of the vortex, felt his vision go dark, and then an invisible suction force came from below the vortex, seemingly trying to pull him down.

Han Li snorted coldly, still stepped down, and strode toward Liu Le'er without any hindrance.

At that moment, a dull "boom" came from underground!

The ground on both sides trembled violently and then shattered with a crash. A pair of fan-sized, thorn-covered ferocious ghost hands suddenly burst out of the ground, grabbing Han Li's legs from left and right.

Almost at the same time, the black mist above his head suddenly rolled and scattered in all directions, and an invisible pressure descended from the sky, pressing down on him fiercely.

A deafening "boom" like a thunderclap!

It was a dark purple octagonal giant tower falling from the sky like Mount Tai, trapping Han Li inside.

The giant tower was fifty to sixty zhang tall, covered with purple spiritual patterns, exuding an indescribably eerie aura.

All this happened in a flash, and before Han Li could make any reaction, he was already trapped.

"Mmm..."

Witnessing this, Liu Le'er immediately made a series of indistinct sounds, and her body began to struggle violently.

However, the more she struggled, the tighter the chains binding her became, and black lightning like snakes darted up and down, causing her forehead to be drenched in cold sweat from pain.

As the ghost mist around the giant tower surged, four figures flashed out from all sides.

One of them, dressed in a black robe, thin and gaunt, with white hair and black beard, was Qi Xuan.

Facing him was a man in a yellow robe, sturdy and robust, with a square face. Coming from the other two directions were a thin middle-aged man with a silver crown and a middle-aged beautiful woman in a scarlet robe.

All four were Nascent Soul stage cultivators, and they all held the same hand seal, which they only put away after walking up to the giant tower.

"Hehe, Elder Tian, this time we have you to thank for borrowing this Purple Nether Tower, finally capturing that little thief in one fell swoop." Qi Xuan chuckled and cupped his hands to the square-faced man.

"Elder Qi flatters me. But speaking of which, you spared no expense to have me borrow this famous secret treasure from my master, yet it's only used to deal with a mere Nascent Soul cultivator. Don't you think it's overkill?" The square-faced man showed a hint of complacency, glanced at the giant tower, and asked.

"The reason I am so cautious is to be safe. After all, Elder Lu Ya died at his hands, and I suffered a lot in the Enforcement Hall because of it." Qi Xuan sighed and shook his head lightly.

"In any case, since Brother Qi has captured this man alive, don't forget what you promised us before." The red-robed beautiful woman covered her mouth with a smile, implying something.

"Haha, of course. Rest assured, everyone..."

Before Qi Xuan could finish, the giant tower in front of him suddenly shook violently, and the entire ground trembled as well, causing him to pause and swallow the rest of his words.

"What is this..." The red-robed beautiful woman raised her slender eyebrows and asked in surprise.

The silver-crowned middle-aged man opposite her, however, chuckled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, it's my pet, the Corrosive Ghost. That kid must be restless inside, so he'll inevitably suffer a bit."

"I didn't expect Brother Luo's ghost creature to be able to shake the Purple Nether Tower. That surprises me a little." The red-robed beautiful woman pressed her hand on her ample chest, relieved.

But as soon as she finished speaking, another dull "boom" came from the purple giant tower, even more powerful than before.

This time, Qi Xuan and the other three all felt the ground shake violently, and they even had trouble keeping their footing.

Looking down, within a dozen zhang around the base of the tower, deep, bottomless cracks densely covered the ground like a spider web.

"Brother Luo, is this also the work of your ghost creature?" The red-robed beautiful woman's face changed slightly as she turned to ask the silver-crowned middle-aged man.

The latter was about to speak, but couldn't help grunting, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Impossible... my Corrosive Ghost has been... killed..." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo wiped the blood from his mouth, his face full of shock.

Hearing this, Qi Xuan and the red-robed beautiful woman were both startled.

"It seems Elder Qi's guess was correct. That kid Han's physical strength is indeed not to be underestimated. But don't panic. The Purple Nether Tower is a Heaven-reaching spiritual treasure. Even a Deity Transformation cultivator trapped inside would find it difficult to escape. How could a mere Nascent Soul body cultivator turn the world upside down?" The square-faced man calmed himself and said confidently.

"That may be true, but this treasure is meant to be wielded by a Combined Movement cultivator. The four of us can barely drive it together, so its effectiveness is inevitably greatly reduced. In my opinion, we should now go all out and activate this treasure to suppress and kill this person." Qi Xuan frowned, still somewhat uneasy, and proposed.

"Brother Qi is right. We should kill him immediately to avoid any mishap. Then we can leave his Nascent Soul behind and deal with it as we wish." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo showed a fierce expression and immediately agreed.

The four agreed, re-formed their hand seals, and simultaneously began to chant.

All the purple spiritual patterns on the giant tower lit up in circles, and countless mysterious runes surged forth. Thick purple qi overflowed from the tower body, and the surrounding gloomy aura greatly increased, causing the temperature to drop sharply. Loud crackling sounds echoed in the void, and patches of ice seemed to appear out of thin air.

At the same time, the entire tower seemed to weigh more, sinking deeply into the ground.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief,

The giant tower shook again with a "boom," and the spiritual patterns on its surface flickered wildly as it rapidly expanded.

"Not good!"

The square-faced man's expression changed drastically, but before the four could do anything else, the tower's surface crackled, and huge cracks split from top to bottom.

Then, with a rumbling sound, under the horrified gazes of Qi Xuan and the others, the giant tower exploded with a bang, and large amounts of purple smoke billowed up.

An indescribably powerful blast wave swept in all directions. Although the four cast spells to barely support themselves, they were still involuntarily pushed back. Liu Le'er, a little further away, was also swept up and flew backward.

The fragments of the giant tower scattered all over the ground. As the dust gradually cleared, a ferocious giant ghost, completely black with a hideous face, about five or six zhang in size, lay on the ground with its limbs in the air. A large hole was broken in its chest, oozing foul, filthy black blood.

On the head of the giant ghost, Han Li, in his green robe, expressionlessly glanced at Liu Le'er. Seeing that she was unharmed, he then coldly swept his eyes over the four around him.

"Could it be that you..."

Shocked, the four simultaneously had an unbelievable thought.

The next moment, without a word, Han Li threw two punches.

One punch aimed at the silver-crowned middle-aged man closest to him, and the other at the red-robed beautiful woman, who was also not far away.

Both felt a monstrous blast of air pressing down, the air around them tightening, their bodies sinking, and there was no time to dodge.

In desperation, the silver-crowned middle-aged man's robe billowed without wind, and his two sleeves opened like trumpets, spewing out thick black qi.

Within the black qi, five bloody ghost heads, with mouths wide open, rushed against the blast.

Following closely, a blood-red ghost seal engraved with yin characters also expanded in the void, becoming the size of a house, blocking in front of him.

On the other side, the red-robed beautiful woman was already pale with fear. In a panic, she waved her wrists repeatedly, and thirteen white bone flying swords leaped out one after another, accompanied by the shrill howls of evil ghosts, striking forward.

Her five fingers hooked like claws, she fiercely grabbed her forearm, instantly tearing several terrifying bloody gashes. Dense, grain-sized red blood worms crawled out from them and instantly formed a blood-colored shield in front of her.