The Rong tribesman's expression changed drastically. He had never imagined that such a massive mountain peak could slip into the void and teleport-attack, and in his desperation, he let out a thunderous shout.
Instantly, the blood-colored lotus beside him gathered its petals inward, layer after layer of blood light condensing until it formed seven thick screens of crimson light in a single breath.
At the same time, the man slapped his own crown with one hand, and a burst of blood-colored killing aura surged out from his skull, transforming into a massive blood tiger that bared its fangs and charged down from the peak, slamming a vicious claw downward.
After the black mountain peak rumbled downward, the great tiger was crushed to pieces almost the instant it made contact, pulverized by the overwhelming force.
The mountain peak flashed and smashed into the screens of blood light.
The dark light sank heavily, and cracking sounds rang out one after another.
The mountain peak smashed through five layers of the blood-colored screens in succession, and only when it reached the sixth did the blood light flicker wildly, barely managing to halt the Primordial Magnetic Peak's descent.
A fierce, savage look spread across the Rong tribesman's face as he suddenly reached one hand toward the massive axe hovering in the air.
The silver great axe spun around with a whoosh and once again transformed into a thick bolt of lightning that cleaved downward.
Its target was none other than Han Li, standing atop the black mountain peak.
The corner of Han Li's eye twitched, yet he stood perfectly still without so much as dodging.
With a sharp hiss from the nearby void, a silver fireball the size of a human head shot out from empty space and, in a single flash, struck the lightning bolt formed by the great axe with perfect accuracy.
With a deafening boom, the moment the two collided, the great axe reverted to its original form and was instantly swallowed by roaring silver flames.
The man's heart lurched in alarm, but before he could react, the void behind him warped and blurred. A towering golden figure with three heads and six arms materialized, each of its six palms holding a sphere of golden light that spun ceaselessly.
It was none other than Han Li's Vajra Saint Golden Body.
The moment it appeared, all six arms pressed together before its chest, and the six spheres of golden light merged into one, transforming into a golden vortex the size of a human head.
At the same time, two of the Golden Body's heads closed their eyes, and two entirely different incantations flowed from their mouths in overlapping layers.
Thunder erupted within the vortex, and faint sounds of sacred chanting emanated from within. With a flash, it expanded to roughly ten feet in size.
The Rong tribesman could hardly have failed to notice such a commotion. His expression shifted drastically, and without a second thought, he flung one sleeve behind him.
A dense curtain of crystalline blood threads immediately materialized behind him and, with a trembling pulse, shot toward the Golden Body in a thick, unbroken barrage.
Crimson light filled the sky, the sheer force of the assault staggering beyond belief!
Yet the thousands of blood threads that struck the Golden Body's form simply flickered and dissipated upon contact, utterly unable to harm its diamond-hard body in the slightest.
At that moment, an invisible, colossal force burst forth from the golden vortex and swept the Rong tribesman—mere feet away—into its midst.
He felt the air around him tighten until he couldn't move a single limb.
"Ahhh!"
The Rong tribesman's heart went cold with a premonition of doom. With a flicker of spiritual sense, he tried to recall the massive black blade that was locked in fierce combat with the silver ruler shadow.
But Han Li let out a cold snort from above, and the silver ruler shadow suddenly scattered like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, transforming into rolling masses of silver light that surged toward the great blade.
Despite its own formidable might, the black great blade could not extricate itself even an inch under such frenzied attacks.
An irresistible suction force erupted behind the man without warning!
With a sharp whoosh, he was drawn into the enormous vortex behind him like a bolt from a crossbow.
A scream rang out, followed by a heaven-shaking explosion.
The golden vortex trembled slightly, and the Rong tribesman's aura vanished without a trace.
The Golden Body's chanting ceased, and it extended a single finger to tap lightly upon the enormous vortex.
With a flicker of spiritual light, the vortex rapidly shrank, reverting to its original size in the blink of an eye before finally flashing away into nothingness.
At that moment, the masterless black great blade let out a mournful wail, suddenly transforming into a black flood dragon. Spewing clouds and mist in a frenzy, it smashed through the layered restrictions conjured by the silver ruler shadow and soared into the sky.
But Han Li seemed to have anticipated this all along. His wings unfurled behind his back, and amid a peal of thunder, he flickered in and out of sight, appearing above the black great blade like a phantom.
Opening his mouth, he spat out a ball of azure light that faintly enclosed a small azure cauldron.
Han Li tapped a finger toward the small cauldron.
The cauldron lid flew off, and from within came a rising hum as countless azure threads shot out. With a single flash, they traversed the void as if teleporting, binding the black flood dragon tight in an instant.
Han Li slapped the small cauldron once more.
With a crisp clang, the azure threads around the flood dragon's body tightened abruptly, and under a burst of azure radiance, it reverted to its original form as a great blade.
Han Li formed a hand seal with one hand, and as the azure threads retracted, they drew the great blade into the cauldron.
The small cauldron spun around with a whoosh and reverted to a ball of azure light.