Whether the five-colored light threads or the high-altitude lightning serpents, once swept up by the black sonic waves like a violent gale, they were instantly annihilated amid bursts of deafening rumbling.
With a thunderous roar, the giant thrust one hand downward in a clawing gesture toward empty air.
The sky-spanning black waves instantly converged toward his palm, then suddenly transformed into the spectral silhouette of a black qilin that lunged forward with ferocious momentum.
Before the qilin phantom could actually pounce downward, a blast of frigid yin wind came rolling ahead of it.
Wherever the yin wind passed, the air warped and blurred, as though it could freeze the very void itself.
Han Li's expression remained unchanged. He simply extended a single finger and pointed skyward.
A sharp *whoosh*!
A ball of silver flame shot forth from his fingertip, and after spiraling once, it transformed into a massive firebird that opened its beak and sprayed a column of flame toward the sky.
A pillar of crimson light shot skyward, instantly piercing clean through the qilin phantom and leaving a bowl-wide hole through its body.
The qilin phantom let out a muffled groan, and both its form and the frigid yin wind vanished in response.
The silver firebird swiveled its head and spat another crimson pillar of light straight at the giant.
The crimson beam was astonishingly fast — in the span of a single flash, it had already reached the giant's face.
But the giant simply opened his massive mouth, inhaled the entire beam into his belly, and smacked his lips. "Not bad taste!"
The cultivators below looked on in stunned disbelief, every last one of them shocked to their core.
But Han Li simply broke into a smile.
"As expected of a Mahayana being. Let's not bother with these petty little tricks anymore — use your real powers, and let's settle this once and for all."
"That is precisely what I had in mind!"
Enraged by Han Li's attitude, a savage contortion crossed the giant's face. He opened his mouth once more and spat out an emerald-green jade fan. Grasping it in one hand, he surged with power as countless waves of black radiance roiled across his body's surface. His frame swelled instantly, transforming him into a true giant several hundred zhang tall.
The jade fan in his hand likewise caught the wind and expanded, swelling into a colossal object a hundred zhang long.
The fan's surface was a lustrous, almost dripping jade green, with countless gold and silver runes embedded across it. As radiance flowed between them, seven distinct layers of luminous flame could be faintly discerned, enveloping the whole in their glow.
It cut an extraordinarily mystical figure.
Black Owl let out a mighty bellow. The muscles in his arm bulged as he swung the enormous fan single-handedly, unleashing a sky-covering cascade of seven-colored radiance that bore down upon Han Li and everyone else in the plaza below.
The cultivators in the plaza were horrified at the sight. Overcome with terror, they scrambled to mount a defense.
In an instant, countless flying knives, swords, and all manner of treasure artifacts soared into the air, transforming into streams of auspicious radiance that surged upward in a rolling tide.
The giant regarded this with a contemptuous sneer and pointed a finger at the jade fan.
A flicker of black light flashed at his fingertip as a wisp of black energy appeared and vanished in an instant, sinking into the fan and disappearing without a trace.
The great fan immediately let out a resonant hum, and the seven-colored radiance it had unleashed surged dramatically, its momentum becoming truly terrifying.
When the combined radiance of all those treasures struck against it, they vanished as if a clay ox had plunged into the sea — absorbed without a trace.
In the next instant, the cultivators below were crushed beneath the colossal spiritual pressure of the overhead fan. Combined with the backlash against their Magical Power, nearly half of those with weaker cultivation turned pale on the spot and coughed up mouthfuls of essence blood.
The remainder, though they barely managed to suppress the backlash, found their blood surging and their Magical Power boiling uncontrollably within their bodies — they had no strength left to counterattack.
Black Owl had single-handedly pinned down every cultivator in the plaza through sheer force alone. Though it was only temporary, it was still a truly staggering feat.
The giant felt a surge of smug satisfaction and was just about to throw his head back in triumphant laughter when his gaze shifted to Han Li standing off to one side. His expression froze instantly.
Han Li stood within a colossal cyan lotus, wreathed in green flames that soared a hundred zhang into the sky. The flames held the surrounding seven-colored radiance at bay effortlessly, and he regarded the giant with a half-smile — not the slightest hint of being suppressed.
Fury instantly surged through the giant. He fiercely channeled a new spell, tilting the thousand-zhang fan to one side. Below, the seven-colored radiance boomed and surged, pouring more than half its destructive power directly onto Han Li alone.
The interweaving seven-colored light coalesced above Han Li's head, vaguely forming a colossal sphere of luminous power — a spectacle of truly fearsome magnitude.
Han Li's smile finally faded at the sight, and he gave a cold snort through his nose: "You really don't know your own limits!"
The moment the words left his lips, he formed a hand seal. Golden light blazed behind him as a purple-gold dharma idol with three heads and six arms materialized into view.
The dharma idol was not only shrouded in purple-gold luminescence but was also covered across its surface with streaks of silver spirit patterns. After a brief blur, it solidified into the tangible, corporeal form of the Provenance True Devil golden body.
No sooner had the golden body manifested than all six arms moved in unison, thrusting six resplendent golden palms toward the void above.
A thunderous detonation erupted from the void!
Six torrents of invisible, colossal force surged skyward.
With a deafening boom, the radiance churning in the sky was forcibly held in place by those six overwhelming forces.
The giant's expression shifted. Low growls rumbled from his throat as he rubbed his palms together and flung them upward, sending a dense barrage of spell seals raining into the great fan like a downpour.