Chapter 51: Minor Spatial Teleportation Technique

A continuous series of "bang bang" sounds came from both sides at once!

The five ferocious ghost heads had barely materialized when they burst like ripe watermelons, and the blood-red ghost seal also shattered into powder.

On the other side, the thirteen bone swords snapped inch by inch with a series of "puff" sounds, turning into a handful of bone fragments, and the blood-red shield, as fragile as paper, broke from the center and exploded into pieces.

Two cries of agony rang out almost simultaneously as the silver-crowned middle-aged man and the red-robed beauty's bodies burst apart under the sweep of two fist winds.

A flash of purple light!

A pale purple, two-inch-tall Nascent Soul flew out from the former's remains, its face full of terror, poised to flee.

But just as the purple light on its body flared, Han Li appeared silently nearby, and a large hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbing it and holding it in his grip.

The purple Nascent Soul twisted wildly, attempting a desperate struggle, but the large hand merely rubbed it lightly, and with a "puff," it was crushed into ashes.

The red-robed beauty's Nascent Soul did not dare to fly upward; instead, taking advantage of the moment Han Li crushed the silver-crowned man's Nascent Soul, it darted out swiftly, skimming the ground as it sped deep into the mountain forest.

Han Li suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth, and spat out a stream of white air that condensed into the shape of a flying sword, which flashed and vanished.

Immediately, a rumbling sound arose from the forest ahead, and ancient towering trees collapsed with a crash.

Deep in the dense woods, a white light flashed, and the red-robed beauty's Nascent Soul split cleanly in two, its radiance rapidly dimming.

All this seemed complicated, but it happened in the blink of an eye!

Meanwhile, the square-faced man and Qi Xuan had taken the opportunity to each use their secret techniques to flee in opposite directions.

The man now stood on a massive snow-white bone bird; with a single flap of its two huge bone wings, it could cover two to three hundred zhang, moving at an astonishing speed.

Qi Xuan, with a pair of zhang-long blood wings flapping behind him, was even faster, already having flown over a thousand zhang away.

Sensing the instant disappearance of their two companions' auras, both were terrified.

Without a word, the man flicked his wrist and sacrificed an octagonal bronze mirror, black and red in color, its surface flashing with black and red light as it blocked behind him.

Still uneasy, he flicked his other sleeve, and nine black flags appeared, connecting in midair to form a thick, hazy black light barrier that shielded him completely.

At the same time, a series of cracking sounds came from within his body; his skin tore, his clothes shattered, and thorn-like sharp bones protruded, fusing on the surface to form a set of white bone armor covering his chest and other vital areas.

In the other direction, a ruthless glint flashed in Qi Xuan's eyes. He raised his right hand and brought it down like a blade, cleanly severing his own arm.

A gush of blood sprayed out, turning into a blood mist that enveloped his body. He then transformed into a blood light and shot toward the horizon at an inconceivable speed.

Han Li frowned but did not immediately give chase. Instead, he raised a hand and pointed at Liu Le'er, who was not far away.

A beam of green light shot out, vanishing into her body in a flash.

Immediately, black lightning chains appeared on her body, then shattered with a "bang."

"Brother!" Liu Le'er exclaimed softly, a mix of surprise and joy.

Han Li smiled at her, then casually beckoned with one hand.

A dim, black talisman flew out from the girl's body, exploding with a "bang" midway, releasing five black miniature mountains that landed steadily in Han Li's hand.

Han Li's gaze swept over the two fleeing figures, and his arm blurred slightly.

Woo-woo!

Two of the miniature mountains left his hand, turning into two blurry black shadows that shot toward Qi Xuan and the square-faced man respectively, closing the distance at an astonishing speed.

The surfaces of the two mountains flickered with black light, and they swelled to over ten zhang in size mid-flight, causing ripples in the void around them.

The square-faced man and Qi Xuan both felt an overwhelming force surging from behind, and their hearts skipped a beat.

The former quickly formed a hand seal, but it was too late.

The black mountain howled as it crashed into him.

All his protective treasures—the octagonal bronze mirror, the black flags—shattered with a crackling sound upon contact with the mountain.

The bone bird beneath him let out a mournful cry and exploded into countless bone fragments.

The man himself was struck by the mountain; his bone armor broke, and his body burst with a "bang" into a mess of flesh and blood.

Before his soul could escape, it was crushed by the immense force carried by the mountain.

Qi Xuan, now seven or eight li away, looked back and saw this scene, terrified out of his wits.

At that moment, the other black mountain was flying toward him like lightning.

At the critical moment, he let out a low roar, his eyes turning bloodshot, a blood-red hue appearing on his skin, countless blue veins bulging, and his body swelling rapidly as if inflated.

With a thunderous "bang!"

His entire body exploded violently, turning into a massive blood-red light ball, with rings of blood-red ripples spreading outward.

The black mountain arrived like lightning, slowed slightly by the blood light.

A two-to-three-inch Nascent Soul resembling Qi Xuan shot out from the blood light, its protective spiritual light flashing once, then vanishing from its spot. The next moment, it appeared a hundred zhang away, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood that turned into blood light enveloping itself.

It immediately transformed into a blood rainbow and flew off into the distance at an inconceivable speed.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, then beckoned downward with one hand.

A silver light flashed on Liu Le'er's left arm, and a clear bird cry rang out. Then dense silver flames surged out, coalescing into a palm-sized silver firebird.

With a single flap of its wings, the bird flew onto Han Li's hand in a flash.

Han Li formed a hand seal and pointed, and the silver firebird suddenly swelled several times in size, then abruptly changed, stretching rapidly into a silver fire bow, with countless silver runes leaping around its body.

He did not take out any arrows; instead, he placed his other hand on the bowstring and pulled lightly.

"Whoosh!"

The silver fire bow blazed with dazzling light, shooting out streams of silver flames that gathered on the bowstring, quickly forming a silver fire arrow aimed at Qi Xuan's Nascent Soul.

Qi Xuan's Nascent Soul had already flown over ten li away, but at that moment, it felt a chilling coldness from behind, and a clear premonition of doom arose in its heart. Its small face changed drastically.

"Stop!"

Just then, a thunderous shout came from afar.

At the horizon, a black dot had appeared, quickly turning into a rolling black cloud that sped toward them like the wind.

Qi Xuan's Nascent Soul was overjoyed and immediately changed direction, flying toward the black cloud.

Han Li paid no heed to the shout and released his fingers.

The silver fire arrow blazed brightly, then vanished into thin air.

A piercing screech sounded behind Qi Xuan's Nascent Soul, and a silver arrow shadow appeared out of nowhere, piercing through the Nascent Soul in a flash.

With a "bang," amid the Nascent Soul's terrified screams, silver flames instantly engulfed it, turning it into a cluster of black fluorescent light.

At that moment, the black cloud shot forward, and a stream of black qi flew out, sweeping toward the black Nascent Soul, but only caught the dispersing fluorescence.

"How dare you!"

Thunder rumbled within the black cloud, clearly indicating the fury of the person inside.

With a "rip," a massive black ghost claw, the size of a small mountain, suddenly reached out from the cloud, bringing gusts of eerie wind as it grabbed at Han Li from above.

Before the claw even descended, black ghost flames spurted from its five fingertips, turning into countless black fireballs that rained down.

Han Li remained unmoved, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fist and suddenly punched upward.

An immense invisible force surged into the sky, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound.

A series of crackling noises!

All the black fireballs vanished like fireworks, dissipating without a trace.

The huge black claw was also halted in midair by the force, then, with a flash of black light, it exploded with a bang, turning into countless black qi that scattered and disappeared.

A roaring gale swept up, forming a towering tornado that easily tore apart the black cloud in the sky.

An old man with a vulture-like face and black robes appeared, his body swaying slightly before steadying, his face full of shock.

Han Li looked up at the vulture-faced old man, his expression calm but with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the vulture-faced old man's face darkened. Without a word, he flipped his hand and produced a silvery object, then raised his hand and threw it.

With a sharp whistle, the silvery object shot out like lightning, heading straight for Han Li.

But halfway, it suddenly cracked with a "snap" and shattered.

Bang!

Countless silver rays burst forth from the array disk, covering an area of over a hundred zhang, enveloping both Han Li and Liu Le'er.

Numerous silver runes appeared and leaped within the rays, emitting a Buddhist-like chanting sound.

"This is..." Han Li recalled something and was about to act.

At that moment, a sharp whistling sound arose, and a black light flashed within the silver glow, shooting with incredible speed toward Liu Le'er, who was not far away.

Han Li's figure flickered and vanished, reappearing in front of Liu Le'er in the next instant, swinging his arm.

With a "bang," the black light was knocked away by his hand—it was a black flying dagger.

At that moment, the silver rays suddenly blazed, flooding his vision.

Han Li's body was enveloped by a force, and the scenery before him changed rapidly.

Soon, his vision cleared, and he found himself in an open area.

"Minor Spatial Teleportation Technique!" Han Li muttered, his voice low as he glanced around.

This was a huge valley shrouded in dark clouds, flanked by towering black peaks that seemed to scrape the sky, with some buildings faintly visible on them.

At the moment, he and Liu Le'er were in the middle of a vast square in the valley, while the vulture-faced old man hovered in midair.

The square, covering several hundred mu, was paved with black jade, from which streams of black qi emerged, forming a shallow layer of black mist on the ground that lingered without dispersing.

The entire square resembled a sea of black clouds.

In front of the square stood a massive hall, towering and majestic. The largest hall bore a black plaque inscribed with three large characters: "Heavenly Ghost Hall."