The woman surnamed Xiao had already plunged into the enormous light array, and the hum of the entire formation instantly grew several times louder, while violent spatial fluctuations erupted in the surrounding area.
The space beneath the massive light array began to distort and warp — a clear sign that the teleportation formation was about to activate.
The flying swords that had originally formed the sword array had, in the instant Changnu burst through, reverted to seventy-two small swords and flashed into
However, due to the spatial distortion, the emerald light Han Li had transformed into stuttered, and his escape speed abruptly slowed by more than half.
Han Li's expression changed. Before he could spread the newly refined Mortal Wind-Wing Thunder Wings behind his back, the Yaksha King's attack had already arrived.
One of the distant punches carried a thunderous roar, transforming into an enormous green fist shadow that hurtled straight toward the light array — Han Li happened to be caught within its range of impact.
Han Li knew that if he didn't deal with this attack first, there was no chance of escape. He immediately took a deep breath, raised both hands, and more than ten gold-and-silver spheres of light shot out in rapid succession. Only then did he flap the pair of wings behind his back, his figure flickering and vanishing on the spot. The next instant, he reappeared just a short distance from the center of the light array. His body swayed, and without the slightest hesitation, he plunged into it.
At that moment, another streak of blood-red light arrived a beat later, slashing savagely into one corner of the massive light array.
At the same time, those gold-and-silver spheres of light struck the fist shadow, and both sides detonated simultaneously.
The blood-red light blazed with brilliant radiance, and a single downward slash caused the entire massive light array to ripple and tremble.
The other produced an earth-shattering boom, and a titanic gold-and-silver thundercloud suddenly materialized, spanning a hundred zhang in all directions, raising a hurricane that soared into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the hurricane engulfed everything within it.
Spatial fluctuations rippled at the edges of the thundercloud, and the two Yaksha Kings' figures materialized once more. Faced with a combined strike equivalent to the power of over ten Void Refinement cultivators, even they had no choice but to withdraw temporarily. Their original plan to directly teleport over and drag Han Li and the other out of the light array was thwarted.
Under the brief obstruction of the thundercloud, the aerial light array fluctuated and blazed with blinding radiance, then flashed violently several times before the entire formation cracked apart inch by inch and dissipated into nothing.
The two Yaksha Kings joined forces and, within moments, forcefully dispersed the gold-and-silver thundercloud with their divine abilities. Then they flickered and appeared at the spot where the center of the array had been.
There, only a white formation plate with its surface covered in cracks floated there, completely drained of spiritual energy.
One of the Yaksha Kings seized the formation plate into his hand, examined it with a dark expression for a good while, then tossed it wordlessly to the other Yaksha King.
"There's a trace of True Spirit aura inside. It seems we underestimated these two human cultivators — to think they possessed this kind of long-range teleportation ability." After examining the formation plate, the second Yaksha King let out a sigh.
"Even I hadn't anticipated this. Fortunately, my final strike shook their teleportation formation. Whether they actually made it through safely is still questionable. They may have fallen into some spatial rift during transit and already vanished from this realm." The Yaksha known as the Undying King let out a cold laugh as he spoke.
"That's all we can hope for. The real nuisance is that our Changnu were also teleported to who knows where. Retrieving them will be quite the hassle." King Zhuanlun's brows knotted tightly, and he nodded only after a long pause.
"It's nothing. Our Changnu aren't mindless creatures. As long as they weren't sent to another continent, they'll find their way back to us eventually. What we need to deal with immediately is the allied army matter we discussed before. Otherwise..."
Despite being greatly surprised that Han Li and the other had escaped from right under their noses, the two Yaksha Kings quickly cast the matter aside and turned to discussing something far more critical to their interests.
Tens of thousands of miles away, the Yaksha army continued its relentless march toward Heavenly Origin City, where the human race was situated...
Han Li felt as though his skull would split apart, his vision swimming with dizziness. For his body, which was now so incredibly robust, to still experience such intense sensations after a teleportation proved that the seemingly instantaneous transit had been an extraordinarily long-range one.
After keeping his eyes closed for a good while, Han Li slowly opened them and swept his gaze in every direction.
This appeared to be a jumble of scattered rocks, with round stones of varying sizes littering the ground, grayish-white in color. Not far in every direction, plumes of gray mist drifted about, making it impossible to see very far.
His mind was still buzzing. Whether it was due to some restriction in this place or because he hadn't yet recovered from the long-range teleportation, his spiritual sense proved temporarily unable to leave his body.
With a slight furrow of his brow, Han Li turned his head in every direction while the blue light in his eyes flickered ceaselessly.
His expression suddenly shifted. He formed hand seals with both hands, transformed into a streak of emerald light, and soared into the sky, plunging directly into the mist.
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, Han Li appeared beside a stream several zhang wide, hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the crystal-clear water with narrowed eyes.
He reached one hand downward, and a small mass of stream water was instantly drawn up into the air, forming a fist-sized sphere of water that hovered gently above his palm.
Han Li studied it intently for a moment. Seeing nothing wrong with the water, he opened his mouth, and the water sphere transformed into a thin stream that was fully drawn in.