Just as the gray shadow was about to pierce through the black-robed figure, a dazzling white light suddenly blazed to life between them. The gray shadow let out a strange shriek and shot backward, seemingly terrified of the white light.
The black-robed figure, who had just barely saved his life, was momentarily dazed, but soon his expression became one of mixed surprise and joy.
Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately fled through the air, ultimately reappearing in a flash of red light beside Han Li.
Han Li looked at the black-robed figure with some surprise.
He could see clearly that a giant bird-like creature had flickered through the white light just now — it was this creature that had driven back the gray shadow.
Han Li grew somewhat curious about this.
The black-robed figure was in no mood to show Han Li any courtesy.
Having just escaped death, he was still trembling with lingering fear! He deeply regretted not listening to others' warnings and rashly coming to this Void Heaven Hall.
But when he thought of the white light that had just saved his life, he seemed to remember something.
He hurriedly fumbled inside his robes and pulled out an ancient, patina-covered bronze mirror from within his black garment.
Han Li glanced at it sideways with interest.
The mirror had a peculiar design, and spiritual energy faintly leaked from it. Could this be another ancient treasure?
Just as Han Li was pondering this, a crackling sound of something shattering rang out.
The surface of the ancient mirror had split into seven or eight pieces without the slightest warning, and the spiritual energy it had contained vanished without a trace. Before long, the object had become nothing more than scrap.
Seeing this, the black-robed figure's eyes were filled with regret.
He sighed and, somewhat reluctantly, tucked the broken bronze mirror away again.
Then he raised his head and happened to meet Han Li's gaze. He immediately recalled how Han Li had deliberately refused to help him earlier, and let out an annoyed cold snort before turning his head away.
Seeing the black-robed figure's behavior, Han Li was momentarily stunned.
But then, seeming to understand something, he let out a silent laugh and chose not to hold it against the man, turning his gaze instead toward the ghostly figures opposite them.
The Purple Spirit Fairy also gazed at the black-robed figure, a thoughtful look flickering in her eyes.
By now, the Soul-Howling Beast had already scurried over and climbed onto the black-robed figure's shoulder on its own, sitting there motionless and looking extremely well-behaved.
Meanwhile, beside the black ghostly figure opposite them, the gray shadow flickered faintly at its side, and with several "putt, putt" sounds, seven or more yōkai ghosts of the same form darted out from the surrounding mist.
Han Li recognized these ghosts at a glance — they were a type of fierce ghost known as the "Wei Wu."
If even a single one appeared in the mortal world, it would cause enormous commotion. He hadn't expected to see an entire swarm of them here, and his expression darkened.
These evil ghosts with horns on their heads and razor-sharp claws were far less powerful than the two ghostly shadows, but they were no weaker than cultivators at the late Foundation Establishment stage.
At this moment, they all crouched coldly nearby, surrounding Han Li and the others completely.
Seeing this, Han Li knew that a hard fight was unavoidable, and he spoke up without any courtesy.
"You two handle those Wei Wu ghosts. I'll deal with the two ghost shadows. Buy me as much time as you can!"
Han Li's voice was low and solemn. Though the black-robed figure was seething with dissatisfaction toward Han Li, hearing these words made him realize the gravity of the situation, and he had no choice but to reluctantly accept Han Li's orders.
After all, he knew he couldn't defeat the two ghost shadows on his own.
The fact that the other party was willing to take them on was exactly what he had hoped for.
The moment he finished speaking, the fierce ghosts suddenly revealed their savage intentions. Han Li immediately hurled his spirit beast pouch into the air without a second thought.
A massive swarm of Gold Devouring Beetles transformed into a shimmering golden-silver mist that materialized in the air.
At that moment, the surrounding yōkai ghosts, as if receiving an order, simultaneously lunged viciously at the three of them, spewing dark ghost fire from their mouths.
The black-robed figure and the Purple Spirit Fairy summoned their magic treasures and artifacts without hesitation to block the attack.
The Soul-Howling Beast was even more formidable — with a flash and sweep of radiance from its nose, it directly sucked one of the nearby yōkai ghosts into its belly.
However, that was all it could manage! Because the two green-haired yaksha had once again driven their bone tridents, entangling it once more.
Han Li paid no attention to the Wei Wu ghosts at all, transforming directly into a streak of azure light and shooting toward the two ghostly shadows in the distance.