Feng Xi spotted Han Li in the teleportation formation at a glance, and his expression changed just as dramatically.
Though he had harbored some suspicions that Han Li might seek his own death by fleeing to the small island, he had never expected a teleportation formation to be here.
He watched as Han Li formed a hand seal mixed with a mouthful of vital blood and activated the formation in an instant at great cost to his true essence. A deep humming sound erupted.
"No!"
He roared in shocked fury, and without a second thought, opened his mouth and sent a ball of shimmering green light hurtling toward one corner of the formation.
If he could destroy the formation, Han Li would naturally be his for the taking.
At the same time as launching his attack, the demon cultivator's body flickered and, with a hideous grimace, he charged toward the formation like a whirlwind.
Desperate to interrupt Han Li's teleportation.
But his actions were clearly a beat too late.
Other than firing off more than ten sword qi strikes at the green light to temporarily slow its approach, Han Li showed no intention of dodging the ferocious Riftwind Beast bearing down on him.
Because the formation had already begun radiating a milky-white glow, sweeping Han Li's figure into it.
By the time Feng Xi arrived at the formation in a gust of wind, Han Li had already blurred within the light and vanished without a trace.
The Riftwind Beast was left behind in the great hall, raging with fury.
He had no idea where the formation led, and he carried no teleportation talisman, so he naturally dared not charge in after him.
At that moment, Miaohe rode his white crane through the shattered rooftop and darted inside, only to see the formation's white light dimming — his face wearing the same look of shock and chagrin.
But at that instant, Feng Xi suddenly whipped his head around, fixing his bloodshot eyes on the Daoist with a dead stare, an icy flash of killing intent crossing his face.
"Every human here will die!" The Riftwind Beast had been driven into a frenzy by the fact that Han Li had slipped through his fingers, and seeing Miaohe burst in, he immediately unloaded all his pent-up savagery onto him.
Then the demon cultivator's entire body blazed with green light, instantly transforming into a streak of emerald radiance as he charged ferociously at Miaohe.
Seeing this, Miaohe's expression changed. Before he could think, the ancient mirror and jade hammer in his hands were almost simultaneously unleashed.
Light of various colors intertwined in the air…
…
Over a month later, word spread among the human cultivators in the surrounding seas. Perfected Miaohe, a Nascent Soul cultivator, had been beaten to the point of physical collapse by a single ninth-rank demonic beast, and had exhausted every trick in his arsenal just to escape with his Nascent Soul back to his cave dwelling.
For a time, humans were once again terrified by the ferocity of the demonic beasts.
What they never could have imagined was that this was only the beginning.
In just a few months, the Jiao dragon clan in the Abyss suddenly dispatched a large number of high-ranking members, who flew out of the deep seas to hunt down and kill human cultivators at or above the Core Formation stage.
Though it lasted only a few short years, the casualties among high-rank cultivators rivaled those of the Beast Tide.
Among them, two other Nascent Soul old monsters were besieged by several eighth- and ninth-rank Jiao dragons and ended up seriously injured as well.
This time, the cultivators in the surrounding seas turned pale at the mere mention of Jiao dragons, and no one dared leave their cave dwellings lightly. This situation persisted for over a decade before gradually returning to normal.
However, what puzzled the few cultivators who had narrowly escaped the beasts' clutches was that before each attack, these demonic beasts always asked whether there was a Core Formation cultivator among them surnamed Li — and if they couldn't answer, the beasts would attack without mercy.
From this, the cultivators deduced that it was almost certainly this cultivator surnamed Li who had provoked the Jiao dragons' massive offensive.
No one knew how this person had managed to enrage the Jiao dragon clan!
The natural consequence of this news spreading was that everyone cursed this person for bringing disaster upon them all. Presumably, if they could find this cultivator surnamed Li, they would probably bind him up and hand him over to the Jiao dragon clan as an offering to settle the matter.
However, what baffled them was that while there were still some surviving high-rank cultivators, not a single one was surnamed Li.
Even if they wanted to hold someone accountable, they simply couldn't find the instigator.
…
Han Li, who was at that very moment being cursed by ten thousand people simultaneously, appeared in a flash of white light, holding the Grand Teleportation Token in his hand, in an unfamiliar place.
With Han Li's cautious nature, he had naturally long since prepared for the possibility of encountering enemies upon arrival, and had already altered his appearance once more to resemble a complete stranger.