Chapter 750: Second Unsealing

The colossal creature before them, emerging from the depths of the earth, filled Han Li and the other two with terror.

A single palm was like a mountain; the true size of its body was beyond imagination!

The black flames were clearly also karmic fire, but the baleful aura and scorching power they contained were more than a hundred times stronger than what they had encountered earlier in the lake of karmic fire.

What shocked them most, however, was not this, but the ancient, savage, primal aura emanating from the pit—an aura that held a contempt for all living beings and a fury that made one tremble from the depths of their soul.

“What we’ve released seems rather terrifying. This Asura City is about to become a turbulent place,” Shi Chuankong said, drawing a cold breath.

“Brother Li, this thing… should we really have released it?” Hu San looked at Han Li, muttering hesitantly.

“If we hadn’t released it, we would have faced certain death. By releasing it, there might be a sliver of opportunity,” Han Li shook his head and said calmly.

No sooner had he spoken than a dense clatter of metal friction sounded from underground.

A dozen or so thick, blood-red chains shot up from below, each covered in dense, swirling runes.

As if endowed with eyes, these chains wound around the giant palm, their runes flashing and spiritual light blazing as they suddenly tightened.

“Clang, clang, clang!”

Runes inscribed on the stone pillars of the pit flashed, and the sound of chains tightening followed.

Then, a earth-shaking roar came from underground!

Han Li and the others felt their bodies shake, their internal organs jolted, and they all retreated some distance.

Under the powerful pull of the chains, the giant palm left three shocking gouges on the ground before slowly sliding back into the pit.

“The seal doesn’t seem to have been completely broken. What’s going on?” Han Li frowned, asking.

Shi Chuankong immediately flew to the only remaining altar on the ground and examined it closely.

After a moment, his gaze fell on a flame-shaped pattern exposed by the collapse at the altar’s edge.

“The formation here looks similar to our魔族’s Qiankun Forbidden Abyss Grand Formation on the surface, but the inner workings are quite different. We may have only loosened the seal. Judging by the position of this pattern, to fully unlock it, we might need to inject some fire-attribute law power here to assist in breaking the seal,” Shi Chuankong said uncertainly.

“Fire-attribute law power? Fellow Daoist Bai is still buying us time outside. Where can we find fire-attribute law power?” Hu San said with a bitter laugh.

Shi Chuankong was at a loss. None of the three of them cultivated fire-attribute law power.

“Perhaps he can help…” Han Li frowned, hesitating.

A loud “boom” came from outside.

Then, a roar like a dragon’s bellow followed.

Han Li’s expression changed. He knew it was the cry of the candle dragon that Baili Yan had transformed into.

With no more hesitation, he waved his hand, and a silver light gate appeared.

Inside, Chi Rong was sitting against the wall. The Refulgence Immortal before him had also awakened, but his eyes were still vacant, his mind unclear. The two Netherworld Tribe children were still unconscious in the corner.

“We can only try… Fellow Daoist Chi, now that you’re trapped in the Grey Realm with us, we’re in the same boat…”

Before Han Li could finish, Chi Rong interrupted him.

“Just tell me what you need me to do,” he said, standing up with effort.

“I need to borrow your fire-attribute law power,” Han Li said immediately.

“My cultivation focuses primarily on time law; fire is merely a secondary attribute. Moreover, the restrictions in my body haven’t been removed, and those幽奴 have already extracted much of my fire-attribute law power to refine some artifact. I have little left. If you’re expecting a major contribution, you’ll be disappointed,” Chi Rong said slowly.

Han Li looked at Shi Chuankong, who said, “No matter. It’s only needed to guide the sealing formation.”

Chi Rong said no more, stepped out of the silver light gate, and flew toward the altar on the ground.

As he neared the altar, his body suddenly swayed, as if he could barely support himself and might fall. Shi Chuankong quickly steadied him.

“Just inject the fire-attribute law power into this pattern,” Shi Chuankong said, pointing to the altar’s edge.

Chi Rong glanced at the altar, then looked down into the pit, his brow slightly raised.

“Time is short. Please hurry, Fellow Daoist Chi,” Han Li urged, his gaze sharpening.

Chi Rong said nothing. He placed his palm over the flame pattern on the altar’s edge, activated his law power, and a red glow flared in his palm.

Just as Han Li and the others were focused on the altar, two figures moved together within the still-open silver light gate, flew out, twisted in midair, and sped toward the hall’s exit.

Han Li caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and recognized them as the two Netherworld Tribe children they had captured earlier.

“Brother Li, should I go bring them back?” Hu San asked.

“Let them go. At this point, having them or not makes no difference,” Han Li shook his head.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

As Chi Rong’s fire-attribute law power lit the flame pattern on the altar, a low roar sounded, and a black whirlwind-like vortex surged from the pit, instantly catching up to the two fleeing children.

Han Li and the others looked over and witnessed a gruesome scene.

The children’s clothes instantly decayed, their bodies rapidly shriveled, skin oozing blood and festering, bones breaking and crumbling. Soon, they turned into two clumps of viscous blood, which were sucked back by the black vortex.

Vaguely, Han Li sensed a very peculiar aura within the blood, somewhat similar to his own true spirit bloodline, yet not entirely the same—vigorous in blood energy but extremely baleful.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the entire hall began to shake violently. Then, large swathes of red and black flames surged up again, spilling over the pit’s rim like erupting magma.

“Get back!” Han Li quickly closed the Flower Branch Cave Heaven and dodged away.

Shi Chuankong and the others, sensing danger, had already retreated.

“Clang, clang…”

A rapid clatter of chains came from the erupting flames. The giant palm that had appeared earlier emerged again, but as soon as it cleared the pit, it was caught by the blood-red chains.

This time, however, the force of the flaming palm was several times stronger.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

A series of explosions rang out. The chains wrapped around the flaming palm flickered wildly and snapped.

The giant palm shot upward, its fingers piercing the hall’s ceiling like a sheet of paper. Then, as if finding a fulcrum, it hooked onto the entire hall and pulled upward with force.

A dense clatter of chains came from the pit, where flames churned violently like a stormy sea, emitting waves of overwhelming power.

Han Li and the others were thrown off balance by the shockwave, unable to steady themselves, and crashed into the surrounding walls.

In the pit, the red flames gradually died out, while black flames surged upward like a geyser. Cracks spread rapidly across the ground, extending beyond the hall.

Outside the hall, on the square, Yin Kuo had withdrawn the Dark Prison, and the shadow that had covered the sky was gone.

Behind him, eight massive arms formed from dense shadows stretched into the sky, each gripping a key acupoint on the black candle dragon’s body that Baili Yan had transformed into.

The black candle dragon had clearly lost all combat capability. Its body hung limp, covered in shocking wounds, with black blood oozing from its slightly open mouth. It was barely alive.

Not far away, a black cage woven from countless wooden spikes held a small figure, but it was wrapped in black ghost vines, making it impossible to see clearly.

A rumbling sound came from underground.

More and more cracks, like a spiderweb, spread from the hall across the square and beyond the palace, quickly covering an area of several thousand zhang and filling the entire underground space.

Dust rose from the ground, and wisps of black karmic fire emerged from the fissures, like black lotuses blooming across the underground space.

“Haha… it’s out… good…” the black candle dragon said weakly, its eyes flickering slightly.

“Elder Yin Xu…” Guimu looked grimly at Yin Xu.

“A bunch of reckless ants!” Yin Xu roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

His expression cold, he flickered, and the eight shadow arms behind him suddenly exerted force.

With a tearing sound,

large splashes of black blood sprayed out like rain. The candle dragon’s body, which Baili Yan had transformed into, was torn into nine pieces like cloth, as if in a fit of rage.

The severed pieces fell from the sky. A relatively intact dragon head landed at Yin Xu’s feet, and he crushed it with a stomp.

As it burst apart, only a black shadow shot along the ground.

“Get in, it might not be too late…” Yin Xu noticed but had no time to deal with it. He roared, lunging forward toward the hall’s entrance.