Chapter 1150: Roaming the Human World — Returning to the Old Haunt
However, at such close range, Han Li naturally did not dare to unleash the fan's full power, lest he himself be swept up in its destructive force. Instead, he merely gave the feather fan a light wave. A layer of three-colored flame appeared on the fan's surface, then, like a blade of fire, slashed down onto the light barrier.
With a sizzling crack, the Three Flame Fan's power proved no trivial matter. The seemingly impenetrable light barrier was forcibly cleaved open—a fissure roughly a foot wide appeared within it, just enough for Han Li to escape through.
Overjoyed, Han Li was just about to channel his escape technique when a flash of white light suddenly appeared outside the fissure. The silver-robed woman had torn through space and materialized on the other side. She raised her hand, and one jade-white arm instantly transformed into a crystalline, razor-sharp claw that plunged through the fissure, reaching for Han Li as if to forcibly drag him out.
Han Li's heart sank in alarm. Though he desperately wanted to leave this place, he was absolutely unwilling to fall into the clutches of this tenth-grade Ice Phoenix. He was about to snap the Three Flame Fan forward and deliver a devastating counterstrike when—his expression suddenly changed. He abruptly put away the Three Flame Fan, and in its place appeared a brilliant blue token—the Great Shift Token.
The very moment Han Li produced the token, the ancient teleportation array erupted with blinding spiritual light, its radiance so intense it was almost painful to behold. At the same time, the green light barrier collapsed and shattered into pieces.
When the teleportation light subsided, not only had Han Li and the Five Demon Lamp vanished from within the barrier, but even the silver-robed woman—the tenth-grade Ice Phoenix in human form, who had been standing at the edge of the array—had disappeared as well, seemingly swept away by the teleportation array along with them.
At the sight of this, the Palace Master of the Extreme Ice Palace was momentarily stunned, then displayed a peculiar expression that mixed joy with irritation. The joy, naturally, came from the sudden elimination of a powerful enemy. The irritation stemmed from having just laid eyes on a personal spirit treasure of Ice Soul Immortal—the founding ancestor of the Extreme Ice Palace—only for it to vanish into thin air before she could lay a hand on it.
The small child in the distance, however, wore an expression of utmost fury. A flash of murderous intent crossed his face, and he fixed the beautiful woman with a venomous glare. He let out a long, piercing howl that seemed to bore through the very clouds, then abruptly pointed a finger at the Myriad Demon Banner hovering in the air. Instantly, the demonic energy on the banner surged several times over, and beneath a cascade of overlapping demon shadows, countless phantom beasts of every shape and size came pouring forth. In the blink of an eye, roiling clouds of dark, churning demonic energy filled half the great hall's sky, crashing down upon the beautiful woman like a tidal wave.
The beautiful woman’s expression shifted slightly, but before her, a flash of green light appeared. The Yellow Spring Ghost Mother, brimming with yin energy, blocked in front of her. Staring at the countless demonic shadows in the air, a faint cold smile appeared on her face. Her figure spun rapidly, and in an instant, vast swathes of green qi erupted wildly from all around. In the blink of an eye, the sounds of ghostly wails and wolf-like howls rose from the ground, and a vast field of yin energy, comparable in volume to the demonic energy in the air, spread across the floor. It then surged into rolling waves, charging directly upward into the sky.
In that instant, green mist and black qi collided and intertwined, with demonic shadows and ghostly figures flickering in and out within them as the great battle commenced. Remarkably, this Yellow Spring Ghost Mother, despite being merely a ghost cultivator, held her own against the incarnation of Elder Che without appearing to be at a disadvantage.
The Palace Master of the Small Extreme Palace, seeing this from the side, was overjoyed. She immediately set the matter of Han Li to the back of her mind, rubbed her hands together, and then raised them to her mouth. Instantly, balls of scarlet thunder-fire struck downward, assaulting the demonic energy in the air with their full force.
For a time, the entire great hall was filled with roaring sounds as a person, a demon, and a ghost all disappeared into the swirling demonic energy and ghostly mist.
Only occasionally could one hear an earth-shattering boom from within...
In a stone room over thirty zhang wide, within a teleportation array much like the one in the Virtual Spirit Hall, Han Li stood with the Void Sky Cauldron held aloft in one hand, his face utterly expressionless, facing off against a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
Behind him, the humanoid puppet stood motionless, while the Ghost Head formed from the Five Devils hovered in the demonic energy of the air, its bloodthirsty gaze fixed upon the woman opposite. It let out occasional low, rumbling growls, as if it would pounce the moment Han Li gave the order.
The woman opposite was, naturally, that tenth-grade Ice Phoenix who had been accidentally swept into the teleportation array...
Truth be told, this Ice Phoenix had been quite unlucky. The moment the cyan barrier shattered, she had realized something was wrong. She had intended to immediately use her space-tearing ability to flee far from the array, but she hadn’t expected the interplay of spatial forces to instead drag her into the teleportation.
And this teleportation was clearly not a short-distance one. Had this demon not possessed innate spatial abilities, she would likely have been directly torn to shreds by the spatial forces during transit.
However, this woman's situation was clearly no better than his own. She stood at one corner of the stone chamber, a flickering white spiritual light dancing across her body, her cold gaze fixed on Han Li.
By her own estimate, if she and the human cultivator opposite her were to fight to the death, the odds between them would be roughly four to six. What frustrated her was that the six-tenths advantage clearly belonged to the other party, not to her.
After all, she was a cultivator who had been suppressing her cultivation at the peak of Nascent Soul for years—she could have advanced to the Deity Transformation stage long ago had she so desired.
Yet the man before her was one of the most troublesome opponents she had ever encountered. He possessed at the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm powers that were no less formidable than those of a late-stage Great cultivator, and the Five Devils of Concentric Spirits, along with that eerily silent humanoid puppet, were extraordinarily wondrous—each practically equivalent to another late-stage Great cultivator.
Given this, no matter how proud she might be, she had no illusions that she would gain a clear upper hand in a direct fight against Han Li. Still, this Ice Phoenix felt no particular fear. Even if she was no match for Han Li, with her spatial abilities, she was confident that no one could stop her if she chose to flee at full power.
Han Li squinted slightly as he stared at the woman across from him, his thoughts churning. After a moment, he gave a cold snort, lifted his leg, and drifted slowly out of the teleportation array, heading straight for one of the green stone walls. This stone chamber was quite peculiar—not a single door to be found in any direction, and the stone walls appeared seamless and impossibly smooth, without so much as a crack.
In such a bizarre and unpredictable place, Han Li had absolutely no interest in risking a life-and-death battle with the Ice Phoenix. As long as she was sensible enough not to attack him first, he couldn't be bothered to expend enormous amounts of Magical Power in a clash with her. After all, her innate spatial abilities were truly extraordinary.
Seeing Han Li's actions, the silver-robed woman's delicate features shifted, and she quietly let out a breath of relief.
By now, Han Li had already swept the stone wall with his spiritual sense, examining it meticulously. His brow furrowed.