Chapter 806: Sealing the Soul

Han Li, seeing this, pointed with a spell gesture, and several thick golden arcs of lightning suddenly rose from the flying swords, landing on Shi Chuankong's brow, lower abdomen, and other spots.

Shi Chuankong's body shook violently as golden arcs of lightning spread across him, instantly charring his entire body black.

Yet he seemed utterly unfeeling; after being blasted back some distance, he immediately steadied himself and lunged forward again.

Almost simultaneously, several beams of black light descended from the sky like black thunderbolts, striking swiftly at Han Li's body.

At the same time, a sweet scent wafted from another direction, and a pink mist dragon silently materialized, opening its gaping maw to swallow Han Li.

"How can this be!" Han Li was startled. Golden lightning flickered on his body surface as he shot backward again.

Behind the black light and the mist dragon, the figures of the black-faced elder and the pink-skirted young woman emerged.

Their faces were ashen, their auras chaotic.

In such a state, they were in no condition to fight, yet they seemed utterly unaware and charged forward like lightning.

"Those under the Flower Mirror's divine ability, as long as I do not lift the spell, no matter how severely injured they are, they cannot perceive it, nor can they awaken. They will keep fighting to the death," came Flower Mirror's wild laughter.

Han Li's expression darkened sharply. Narrowing his eyes, he swept his hand across his chest.

With a thunderous roar, eighteen Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords appeared side by side.

"Go!" He pointed with a spell gesture, and the eighteen flying swords trembled violently before shooting forth, meeting Shi Chuankong and the other two.

Thick golden arcs of lightning sprang out, interweaving and connecting to form a thunderous tide spanning over ten miles, with intense laws of lightning churning within.

Han Li's form flickered as he flew into it, and the thunderous tide brightened once more, rolling forward and instantly reaching Shi Chuankong and the others.

Without a word, the three struck with all their might.

Shi Chuankong's ten fingers turned into blurs, and the Luo Zha Pipa emitted waves of狂暴 sound, unleashing countless silver notes.

These silver notes split in two, merging into the silver wind blades and the two white light masses.

The silver wind blades converged into a rolling mass, forming a silver crescent moon twice the size of the one that had just slain Flower Mirror's phantom.

The two white light masses also fused, spinning rapidly to form a white blazing sun.

The sun and moon intertwined and spiraled, emitting dazzling silver light that twisted the surrounding void into spatial ripples, crashing toward the thunderous tide.

The black-faced elder opened his mouth and spat out a black inkstone. With a spell gesture, the inkstone spun rapidly.

Vast black mist gushed forth, then condensed into a black mist tide in the blink of an eye.

Within the mist tide, cold air churned, black light flashed, and chunks of black ice crystals emerged. The black mist tide suddenly thickened, turning into surging black water.

The once ethereal black mist tide transformed into a raging icy river, rumbling forward.

The pink-skirted young woman flipped her hand and suddenly produced a white scroll, which she unrolled with a snap.

Countless white runes surged from the scroll, then condensed into eight lifelike white crystal dragons.

With a sharp cry, the pink glow around the young woman flared intensely, pouring into the white scroll.

The white scroll hummed and trembled, instantly turning pink. The eight white dragon shadows also turned pink and rapidly grew, becoming eight hundred-foot-long pink crystal dragons.

These crystal dragons seemed forged from ice, utterly different from the earlier mist dragon, and emitted a vast aura close to the Tai Yi stage.

The pink-skirted young woman's face was now deathly pale, nearly transparent, yet she unhesitatingly pointed with a spell gesture.

The eight pink crystal dragons shot forth, charging ahead.

Boom, rumble!

The attacks of the four collided, producing a series of earth-shattering explosions.

Gold, silver, black, and red light intertwined fiercely, like four giant beasts locked in a desperate struggle, momentarily deadlocked with no clear victor.

But any keen observer could see that the golden lightning held the advantage, yet it seemed reluctant to unleash its full power for fear of harming the other three, who were already grievously wounded and near death.

"Haha..."

Flower Mirror, watching from afar, burst into wild laughter again, licking his fingers with an eerie gaze, his expression utterly intoxicated.

What he loved most was seeing such scenes—originally trusting companions killing each other in oblivion, while the clear-headed, mindful of their bonds, dared not strike with full force and were driven to exhaustion.

This scene was truly most amusing.

Amid the thunderous frenzy, Han Li urged countless golden lightning bolts around him to withstand the attacks of the three. Hearing Hua Jing's wild laughter, he suddenly gave a cold snort and rapidly formed hand seals with all ten fingers.

A golden light flashed, and eighteen thick sword beams shot out like lightning from the thunderous tide, wrapping around the protective light around Shi Chuankong and the other two, twisting violently.

Shi Chuankong and the others had exhausted all their strength to withstand the golden thunder tide and had no time to attend to anything else.

Muffled explosions of "bang, bang, bang" erupted.

The protective light around Shi Chuankong and the other two shattered completely, and thick golden lightning bolts surged around them, striking their bodies.

The three were immediately sent flying, blood gushing from their mouths, and the light on their bodies vanished without a trace.

The lightning law within the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords bore the characteristics of the Bone-Washing Golden Thunder, capable of paralyzing the entire body and causing loss of control over the body and immortal power.

But a flash of crimson light appeared in the minds of the three, forcibly rousing their bodily functions, which then operated violently regardless of damage, and various colors of light once again emanated from their bodies.

At that moment, Han Li's figure flickered and appeared abruptly before the three, swiftly tapping their foreheads three times.

With each tap, several crystalline chains shot from his fingertips, vanishing in a flash into the brows of Shi Chuankong and the others.

Shi Chuankong and the others' eyes immediately became vacant, and then with a "thud," they all fell to the ground, motionless.

After subduing the three with lightning speed, Han Li's immortal power was greatly depleted, and his complexion turned slightly pale. He took a deep breath before returning to normal.

Then he raised his hand, formed a seal, and waved. The countless golden lightning bolts in the sky quickly vanished, transforming into eighteen golden flying swords that flashed and disappeared into his sleeve.

Seeing this, Hua Jing's smile froze. He abruptly stood up and continuously formed hand seals, but Shi Chuankong and the others remained completely unresponsive.

"You actually sealed their souls? What method did you use?" Hua Jing's face turned extremely gloomy, his previous smile completely gone, and he demanded in a deep voice.

"Do you think I would tell you?" Han Li said coldly.

"Not telling? Then I'll have to capture you and extract your soul to examine it myself. After successive fierce battles, your internal energy must be less than thirty percent by now," Hua Jing said slowly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Your Flower Mirror divine ability is so overbearing, could its consumption be small? You've been standing by all along, unwilling to act—surely not just to show off your superiority?" Han Li said calmly.

Hua Jing's eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

"Being toyed with by you until now has left me somewhat displeased. Now that you have no helpers, we can finally have a one-on-one fight," Han Li said, his face covered with a murderous aura as he walked slowly toward Hua Jing, enunciating each word.

Hearing Han Li's calm voice, Hua Jing felt a sudden chill in his heart.

"Arrogant nonsense!" He then let out a cold shout to conceal that trace of fear in his heart, and with one hand formed a seal.

The yellow light around Hua Jing suddenly surged, conjuring a hundred-zhang-tall yellow beast head behind him, resembling neither a tiger nor a dragon, an unknown strange beast.

As soon as the yellow beast head appeared, it opened its mouth wide and spat out a yellow ribbon. With a blur, it crossed several thousand zhang and appeared before Han Li, sweeping down like an angry dragon.

Han Li raised one hand and grabbed the air.

Golden lightning flashed before him, and thick golden lightning bolts emerged again, forming a thick layer of lightning curtain that blocked the yellow ribbon. The two collided with a bang.

There was no earth-shattering roar as expected, only a soft "crackle."

The thick lightning curtain flickered wildly and, as if made of paper, shattered inch by inch before the yellow ribbon, instantly pierced through.

The yellow ribbon's speed hardly slowed, and it then flashed through Han Li behind the lightning curtain.

Han Li seemed unable to dodge in time, his chest blasted with a large hole, but the next moment his entire form dissipated with the wind—it was merely an afterimage.

Seeing this, Hua Jing's expression darkened. Then his face suddenly changed, and his form flickered left and right, transforming into four or five yellow afterimages that fled in all directions.

Before the yellow afterimages could escape far, countless golden sword qi suddenly erupted from the void where Hua Jing had just stood, instantly covering an area of several dozen zhang and engulfing those yellow afterimages.

A furious roar came from within the countless sword qi, and then a yellow crystalline light broke through, flashing out to several thousand zhang away, revealing Hua Jing's figure.

Most of his clothes were now torn, his hands and feet were bloodied, but a black inner armor appeared on his body, and his injuries were not severe.

However, the half mask on Hua Jing's face had vanished, seemingly shredded by the sword qi, revealing the other half of his face.

That half of his face was a dull gray, covered with ravines and gullies, like withered tree bark, for reasons unknown.

"You dare to knock off my mask! I'll tear you into a thousand pieces and grind your bones to dust!" Hua Jing touched his face, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, his features contorted, and he roared in fury.

A yellow light blazed from his body, and the void around him flickered, revealing more than a dozen yellow beast head phantoms from earlier.

These beast head phantoms simultaneously opened their mouths wide, and more than a dozen yellow ribbons shot out, striking the dazzling golden sword qi.

The light of these yellow ribbons, whatever divine ability it was, contained terrifying power, causing the golden sword qi to be easily pierced with more than a dozen large holes, just like the lightning curtain earlier, and then they exploded one after another.