When Han Li saw this scene, his expression shifted. Immediately, thunder boomed behind him, and he transformed into a silver arc before vanishing.
Meanwhile, near the smaller teleportation array that was under attack, a flash of green light appeared, and a woman wreathed in green mist materialized—it was none other than the Ghost Mother of the Yellow Springs.
Seeing five streams of sword qi and a wave of cold energy bearing down on her, the woman let out a sinister laugh. She casually struck out with a single palm toward the sword qi and another toward the cold energy, her movements light as if she weighed nothing at all.
The five streams of sword qi shattered inch by inch at roughly a zhang's distance, dissipating into nothingness on the wind.
As for the cold energy descending from above, it seemed to encounter some invisible force, pausing briefly before reversing course and surging back—sending the four-winged centipede into a flurry of panicked movements.
At that moment, amid flickering silver light, Han Li's figure appeared inside the smaller teleportation array. Without a moment's hesitation, he raised a hand and struck a spell seal against the array's edge, while his other hand rapidly formed seals, murmuring a few low incantations.
Almost simultaneously, a figure flickered behind him—the humanoid puppet materialized right beside Han Li. Its red bow flashed, and a dense volley of fire arrows rained down upon the silver-robed woman like a violent storm.
Meanwhile, the skeleton that had been desperately attacking the young boy in the distance suddenly flashed with bloody light in its eyes, transforming without any warning into five ghost heads, which then vanished amid swirling demonic energy.
The next instant, five streams of ashen qi emerged simultaneously above Han Li's head, forming once again into five ghost heads the size of cartwheels.
He had forcibly recalled them using spell seals.
At that moment, the entire array began to pulse with brilliant white light as it activated. Han Li, standing within it, fixed his gaze intently on the silver-robed woman in the distance, his face full of grave determination.
All of this happened with the speed of lightning and sparks.
Han Li's actions had clearly caught both the beautiful woman and the silver-robed woman off guard—entirely beyond their expectations.
The beautiful woman's expression changed drastically. Without a word, her figure blurred and shot toward them as a streak of silver rainbow, while she shouted urgently, "Destroy the array! Don't let him get away!"
Though she hadn't named anyone specifically, everyone knew she was referring to "Han Li" standing in the array.
After all, regardless of whether there was anything truly wrong with Han Li, if she let him leave like this, the Palace Mistress of the Little Extreme Palace—even with the Ghost Mother of the Yellow Springs at her side—would be utterly incapable of facing two great demon beasts simultaneously.
Hearing this, the Ghost Mother of the Yellow Springs, hovering low above the array, let out a low, sinister laugh. She opened her mouth toward the array below and was about to unleash some technique.
But just then, Han Li suddenly raised his hand, and a green-glowing wooden ruler appeared in his palm. A faint silver lotus could be seen slowly blooming upon it, and a burst of seven-colored Buddhist light immediately rolled upward to meet the threat.
"Buddhist Spirit Treasure!"
The Ghost Mother of the Yellow Springs, who had been maintaining her nonchalant demeanor, let out a piercing shriek—like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on—and her figure instantly transformed into a wisp of green thread before vanishing from the spot.
By then, the entire array had erupted with brilliant white light. Though the beautiful woman's escape light was fast enough, she was clearly a step too late.
A hint of joy surfaced on Han Li's face, but his expression suddenly changed once more.
Because as he watched, the silver-robed woman—surrounded by fire arrows—tore open space and vanished from where she stood.
Han Li's heart sank, but he had come prepared. His figure suddenly spun in place, and countless streams of golden sword qi erupted from his body, making him appear like a golden hedgehog in an instant. If that tenth-grade Ice Phoenix dared appear anywhere near the array, she would be completely engulfed and forced to contend with these sword qi first—unable to hinder Han Li's teleportation in the slightest.
But to Han Li's great surprise, the silver-robed woman did not appear within the sword qi's domain. Instead, she materialized above another array—several times larger—some twenty-odd zhang away.
A cold smile tugged at the corner of the woman's mouth. Blinding white light erupted from her entire body, and she reached out toward Han Li with a single hand, grasping at empty air.
Above Han Li's head, space rippled and distorted. A massive, semi-transparent halo of light materialized with eerie unnaturalness and began to descend slowly.
Han Li's expression darkened, and he moved his spiritual sense.
The streams of golden sword qi shifted direction, all slashing upward into the sky. The small area above Han Li's head instantly became blindingly bright with golden light, the sound of rending air erupting as sword qi crisscrossed in every direction.
But a bizarre scene unfolded!
All those countless streams of golden sword qi struck the transparent halo, yet passed through it as if slicing through a phantom—flashing through with no effect whatsoever.
Han Li was greatly alarmed and was about to channel more power into the Eight Spirit Ruler in his hand to see if he could halt the object's descent, when—
—the silver-robed woman in the distance went pale. The five fingers she had extended into the air suddenly closed, and she drew them slowly back, as if hauling some tremendous weight.
The halo flickered and vanished from midair. The next moment, it reappeared directly above Han Li's head—mere inches away—and descended, enveloping the entire teleportation array within it.