Chapter 730: Sudden Turn of Events

"Fellow Daoist Mochi!" Han Li's eyes flickered as he shouted.

Mochi said nothing, sweeping his sleeve abruptly. Rolling black mist, as if substantial, surged from his body, transforming into eight black mist dragons that danced up and down like octopus tentacles, continuously striking the incoming grinding wheels of karma fire.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of booming sounds rang out as large clusters of black sparks rebounded, with wisps of flame climbing along the black mist dragons straight toward Mochi.

Mochi frowned, seemingly surprised. He shook both sleeves vigorously, and a silent aura burst forth, dispersing the black karma flames.

The scattered sparks of karma fire splashed onto Hu San, flickering like fireworks before being abruptly repelled by the emerald light on his surface.

He felt a dense aura of baleful energy penetrate his body, and his sea of consciousness seemed to suffer a heavy blow, buzzing. But protected by the Peak-Suppressing Soul-Stabilizing Talisman, he only felt a slight dizziness without any ferocious aura emerging.

Unexpectedly, before one wave subsided, another arose!

The grinding wheels of karma fire kept flying, while the fire pool below grew increasingly restless. Rolling black flames surged like a wildfire, forming a black wall of fire that rushed toward them.

Shi Chuankong pressed his thumb on the pipa strings and yanked them sharply.

A violent sound wave, accompanied by powerful spatial force, surged forward like a massive warship, crashing into the high wall of karma fire and directly tearing open a gap several zhang high.

Shi Chuankong kept pulling the strings, not daring to relax, and the sound wave persisted, struggling to maintain the gap.

"Go quickly, I can't hold on much longer," Shi Chuankong gritted his teeth and urged.

Han Li no longer hesitated. A golden light curtain expanded outward, forming a temporal domain that enveloped the surrounding space, and he swiftly flew forward.

However, when the golden domain touched the karma fire, dense baleful energy immediately seeped in from all directions, penetrating Han Li's body through the domain.

Han Li grunted, and within his sea of consciousness, towering waves surged. An intense sense of ferocity erupted, nearly engulfing him instantly.

Fortunately, he had already activated the Soul-Refining Art at full power, preventing the sudden burst of baleful energy from controlling his mind.

Then, the runes on the white snow peak standing in his sea of consciousness shone brightly, and waves of invisible ripples spread out, gradually suppressing the raging waves within his sea of consciousness.

At the same time, under the refining of the karma fire, the light of Han Li's domain grew increasingly dim.

He frowned, let out a low shout, and waved his sleeve. Several azure light chains shot out simultaneously, entangling Baili Yan and the others. The True Word Wheel within him reversed rapidly, and his figure suddenly shot forward, carrying everyone through the gap in the fire wall.

As soon as they leaped out, Shi Chuankong could no longer hold on. Sweating profusely, he withdrew his fingers from the strings, his fingertips bloodstained.

Without the support of the sound wave, the black fire wall closed again, the flames churning violently.

But by then, the group had already sped past, less than ten zhang from the karma fire passage leading to the Soul-Washing Zone.

"Finally..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, but just as they were about to rush into the passage, a sudden change occurred!

At the entrance of the passage, a ring of runic arrays suddenly lit up. The black karma fire, which had been flowing slowly, suddenly surged like a flood.

Rolling karma fire rushed toward them from such a short distance that Han Li and the others were caught off guard, scattered, and fell into the fire pool below.

The black flames in the fire pool also surged up, engulfing them.

As soon as Han Li fell into the karma fire, he immediately sensed that the spiritual connection he had established with the others through the Peak-Suppressing Soul-Stabilizing Talisman was severed. Before he could investigate, black karma fire surged from all directions, clinging to his dark green armor and burning fiercely.

An intense baleful energy, accompanied by rolling heat, penetrated his body. The dark green armor could not block it. Han Li felt his body tighten as if bound by layers of chains, and the baleful energy lurking in his immortal apertures began to stir restlessly.

Fortunately, his divine soul remained strictly guarded and was not invaded by the baleful energy, so he did not fall into madness.

Han Li let out a soft shout. Golden light flickered behind him, and the True Word Wheel roared out, emitting waves of golden light.

Where the light touched, the surging black karma fire seemed to freeze, barely moving, but its heat and baleful energy did not diminish.

Han Li frowned, leaped up, and flew out of the fire pool with the True Word Wheel.

But before he could steady himself, a dark light fell heavily from above like a black cloud pressing down.

Looking up, he saw a millstone-sized black seal, seemingly unaffected by temporal law, crashing down toward him. The four characters "Baoluo Wanxiang" engraved on its bottom were as red as blood, containing a soul-capturing power that he could not escape.

Startled, Han Li had no time to figure out what was happening. He raised his fist and punched toward the black seal.

A huge azure fist shadow shot upward, instantly expanding to the size of a house, and slammed heavily into the black seal.

With a thunderous roar!

The azure fist shadow almost immediately gave way, shattering into countless fragments.

An azure air wave surged in all directions, but the black square seal pressed down directly.

Han Li roared, his muscles bulging violently as he transformed into a mountain giant ape over ten zhang tall. He raised both arms to push upward against the black seal.

With a dull thud.

The black square seal, which had seemed only millstone-sized, suddenly expanded several times and landed in Han Li's hands.

Han Li grunted, feeling it as heavy as ten thousand mountains. Even with his current physical strength, he found it hard to resist and was forced back down into the fire pool.

He then realized that it was not that the seal was unaffected by temporal law, but that the power it contained was so terrifying that it could influence space to some extent, which was why it seemed to strike him without hindrance.

Without temporal law as a buffer, the black seal's speed would have been even faster, and its power even more terrifying.

"Tsk tsk, temporal law, true spirit bloodline... not bad skills, no wonder you dared to sneak into the Luosheng Zone. Tell me, who are you? From the Reincarnation Domain? Or the Heavenly Court?" At this moment, a strange laugh came, followed by a hoarse voice.

Han Li, supporting the huge black seal with both hands, his body covered with purple-gold scales, struggled to resist the erosion of the karma fire and looked toward the source of the voice.

He saw a person standing a foot above the broken bridge.

The person wore a black robe with an oily sheen, a strange tall hat on his head, and a pale face. His eyes were a dense gray-white, even deeper than Mo Yu's back then.

His features were somewhat effeminate, resembling a woman's, not particularly delicate, but unlike the cold Jiuyou clan members seen before, he wore a slight smile that sent a chill down Han Li's spine.

What frightened Han Li most was that this person's cultivation was as deep as the sea, clearly a Daluo-level cultivator.

Behind him stood two strange aliens with ox horns, both looking indifferent and expressionless.

These two ox-horned aliens seemed to be of the same race as those Han Li had seen in the Liankui Fort, but these two were clearly finished products. White bones protruded from their arms and shoulders, and their hands were wrapped with black chains that gleamed with metallic luster.

At the other end of the chains, a figure was tied up like a bundle.

Han Li looked closely and found it was Hu San, his eyes tightly shut, his life or death unknown.

In another part of the void, seven or eight armored ghost slaves held black chains, surrounding Shi Chuankong, who held a silver pipa, in the center.

These armored ghost slaves were also different from those seen before. The scales under their eyelids were not gray-white but black, and there was a huge hole in their chests, inside which seemed to be embedded a fire pit burning with black karma fire.

The black chains in their hands flew out, wrapped in blazing karma fire, forming a spherical cage from all directions, trapping Shi Chuankong inside.

With a twang.

Shi Chuankong plucked the strings violently. A layer of silver light rippled out, forming a spatial barrier that pushed the black chains apart.

Seeing this, two of the armored ghost slaves floated over and pounced directly on the spherical cage. A ring of strange runes lit up in the fire pits on their chests, and two clusters of black karma fire first contracted, then suddenly exploded.

A tremendous impact force burst forth, shattering the spatial barrier Shi Chuankong had barely maintained.

Not far away, Baili Yan's arms had turned pitch black, covered with uneven black scales like thorny protrusions. His hands had become two huge dragon claws, also wrapped with wisps of black flame. The aura emanating from them was completely different from that of the fire pool below. Clearly, he had been forced to release the karma fire he had painstakingly suppressed.

Unlike Shi Chuankong, he had only one opponent.

But when Han Li saw that person's face, his shock reached its peak.

Because that person was none other than Su Liu!

At this moment, Su Liu had no trace of immortal aura left. The armor he had worn was gone, and his upper body was bare, covered with shocking stitched wounds. A large hole had been dug in his chest, embedded with something like a hollow iron ball covered with runes, from which karma fire faintly rose.

On his shoulders and arms, like sewing threads, two black chains pierced through, running through both arms and extending from his palms. At the ends of the chains were a black double-bladed axe and a spiked meteor hammer.

Seeing this, Han Li's pupils sharply contracted.

He noticed that Su Liu's eyes had lost their original luster, also turning gray-white. The man looked fiercely baleful, almost like a Gray Immortal.