The moment the woman's spiritual sense wavered, the ice swords that had been evenly matched against
Seeing this, Han Li inwardly surged his sword art, and more than a dozen Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords simultaneously blazed with golden light, sweeping around the now-sluggish ice swords.
A cascade of cracking sounds rang out. More than half of the dozen-plus ice swords were severed in two by the golden flying swords.
The remaining ice swords also instantly lost their glow, wailing ceaselessly as though they had sustained severe damage.
The white-robed woman had just recovered from the disruption caused by the soul-shaking needle. Seeing her life-bound magic treasure destroyed, she was struck with alarm. The shock to her mind caused her to spray out several mouthfuls of essence blood, but she could not afford to concern herself with that — she hastily activated her sword art, trying to recall all the remaining flying swords.
If every last flying sword was destroyed, the consequences would be far worse than this current injury.
But Han Li had already made his move. How could he so easily allow her to retrieve her life-bound flying swords?
He swiftly raised a hand and pointed at the distant cluster of swords. Immediately, all the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords gave chase, pressing relentlessly against the remnants of the ice swords, while those swords that had no opponents surged forward with blinding speed. In a few flickers, they had somehow circled around in front of the ice swords. Caught in a pincer attack from both sides, the whistling of sword energy grew deafening as they sealed the ice swords within.
Just as Han Li activated his sword art once more, intending to rely on the sharpness of his flying swords to utterly destroy this woman's life-bound treasure, a furious shout suddenly rang out from above.
"You dare!"
Immediately after, two streaks of dark light flashed, and from the snow overhead, two ink-black flood dragons burst forth, baring their fangs and claws. Each was seven or eight zhang long, hideous and savage beyond measure.
Han Li's expression remained calm, as if he had anticipated this attack all along. One hand continued to drive the sword art, while the other suddenly flicked upward, sending a crimson, gleaming book scroll flying into the air.
The treasure opened amid a burst of spiritual light.
A chorus of clear chimes emanated from the scroll, and over a hundred ancient characters in gold and silver flew out from within. The moment they appeared, they swelled enormously in the wind, then transformed into countless orbs of light that shot directly toward the two ink-black dragons.
The two dragons were not about to show mercy. They spat continuous blasts of dark radiance from their mouths and plunged headlong into the swarm of ancient characters.
Booming explosions rang out one after another. Gold and silver light detonated across the dragons' bodies, not only shattering the dark aura coating them into fragments but also sending both ink dragons tumbling backward through the air several times. Each of these gold and silver ancient characters carried astonishing power.
The two ink dragons seemed unable to withstand such a pounding. After a low growl from each, they reverted to their true forms — a pair of short black halberds.
Seeing this, Han Li felt a small surge of delight and secretly channeled even more Magical Power into the book scroll — roughly thirty percent more than before.
The crimson scroll trembled violently, and even more ancient characters poured forth from its pages, covering a vast expanse of the sky above, then shooting outward in a volley.
With a flash of dark light, the green-robed middle-aged man materialized with a grim expression, surrounded on all sides by the ancient characters. Without a word, he raised his hand and recalled the two short black halberds. Then, flipping his palm, he produced a small green banner.
The banner was only a few inches in size, but the moment he waved it, the rune patterns on its surface churned and rolled. A violent gale howled forth, and the green-robed middle-aged man vanished completely.
Every last ancient character struck empty air. Han Li stared, momentarily taken aback.
Elsewhere, Han Li also failed to press his advantage once more. For
The mirror was aimed directly at the golden light formed by Han Li's flying swords, and she gave it but a single shake.
Instantly, a column of milky-white light shot forth from the mirror's surface. That swarm of golden light, caught completely off guard, was bathed in the radiance, and layer upon layer of frost materialized upon the swords in the blink of an eye. The majority of the flying swords were transformed into chunks of ice, frozen solid within.
The handful of remaining frost swords seized this chance to flee back, vanishing in a flicker as they were drawn back into the woman's body.
Han Li's gaze shifted, taking in the scene. He let out a cold snort, then immediately tapped his finger toward the distance several times in rapid succession.
At once, the sound of rolling thunder erupted from the small golden swords. Slender arcs of lightning appeared along their surfaces, and under the might of the Evil-Expelling Divine Lightning, each block of mystic ice cracked apart inch by inch. In the span of a single breath, the flying swords recovered their freedom.
Bai Mengxin's expression changed drastically. She immediately pivoted the small mirror in her hand, turning it directly toward Han Li.
But behind Han Li, a deafening rumble erupted, and a pair of silver feathered wings unfurled. With a single beat, he vanished amid a flash of silver light.