A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from within the halo of light.
Then two massive purple-gold hands reached out from within, before tearing apart with savage force.
A piercing, ear-splitting shriek rang out.
The halo of light was forcibly ripped open by the two great hands.
The giant ape strode out from within, radiating waves of purple-gold light. Though his body bore scattered patches of scorch marks, he was clearly unharmed.
"So they weren't genuine Mother-Child Corpse Yin Thunder after all. Only a tenth of the true Yin Thunder's power. To think this pitiful strength could wound me—what a fool's dream. Though I must say, this so-called Differentiation Condensation technique is rather interesting." The giant ape bared his broad mouth and rumbled.
"Hmph, if one isn't enough, then how about ten—or a hundred!" The surrounding void fell silent for a moment. Huang Yuanzi had clearly been stunned for a heartbeat by the ape's formidable physical body, but he quickly recovered and spat venomously.
No sooner had the words left his lips than the remaining orbs trembled slightly, then hurtled toward Han Li in a torrential downpour.
"Foolish. Since this one already knows it's a Differentiation Condensation technique, breaking it is as easy as turning over one's hand."
The giant ape gave a low shout. Countless runic patterns suddenly surfaced across his body, while several motes of spiritual light flew off him, each transforming into the phantom of a different true spirit—the Kun Peng, a True Spirit, a Heavenly Phoenix, a Peacock. They circled once around him before plunging back into the ape's body and vanishing without a trace.
In the next instant, the giant ape's body swelled to monstrous proportions under the radiance of purple-gold light. At his shoulders and along his ribs, golden light flickered violently as two additional heads and four more purple-gold arms materialized from nothing. Golden scales erupted across his skin, and a pair of straight, short horns sprouted from his forehead.
Han Li had directly executed his Three Origin Nirvana Transformation.
The transformed giant ape radiated an aura of nearly suffocating terror. His expression twisted into a savage grin as a burst of emerald light exploded from his arm, condensing into a dark-green wooden sword that he seized in his grip.
This was the Profound Heavens Spirit-Slaying Sword.
The sword trembled ever so slightly, and a torrent of multicolored runic symbols surged forth. A blinding flash of light erupted, and a dark-green ring of radiance burst from the ape's body, sweeping outward in every direction. Powerful fluctuations of law unfurled with it.
In the next heartbeat, the dark-green halo collided with the incoming orbs.
A series of muffled popping sounds erupted!
A shocking scene unfolded.
Every orb buzzed once, its surface flashing crimson, and then crumbled to ash as if ravaged by the wind.
"Destruction Force—a Profound Heavens Treasure! No—impossible—!" Huang Yuanzi's voice rang out from high above, shrill and hoarse with disbelief.
But even as he screamed, a fierce grin flashed across the ape's face. Simultaneously, from the brow of each of his three heads, a wisp of black qi rose, and a third eye—pitch-black as ink—materialized. The six dark eyes swiveled toward the archway structures, scanning them in a sweeping arc. Then the ape raised the wooden sword overhead and brought it slashing down toward one of the archways. A pale-green arc of sword light shot forth.
At the same time, his other arms blurred into motion, each hurling two fists at the remaining eight archways through the air.
More than a dozen massive, fist-sized spheres of golden light shot out, and with a single flash, struck the other eight archways before the green sword light even arrived.
A deafening cascade of booms thundered through the void. The golden spheres detonated one after another, transforming into rolling waves of golden shock that swallowed the archways whole.
Under the horrifying force of the golden shockwave, the archways had not the slightest capacity to resist and shattered inch by inch. Eight shadowy figures suddenly flickered into view amid the wreckage of the archways, but they managed only two desperate struggles before the golden shockwave ground them to dust and obliterated them.
By then, the arc of green sword light had already blurred through the final archway, cleaving it clean in two.
With a soft *pouf*, a faintly yellow shadow burst from the split archway in a panic. It flickered once, plunging into the void and vanishing—only to reappear an instant later in the sky over a thousand zhang away.
"Brother San Quan, you must act now! All of my clones have been destroyed—if you don't move—ah—!"
The yellow figure was none other than Huang Yuanzi's true body. But he had managed only two sentences of desperate pleading before the space above his head rippled, and a colossal purple-gold hand tore through the void and appeared, slapping down from on high with the speed of lightning.
Huang Yuanzi's face drained of all color. Light erupted from his body as he attempted to teleport away, but from within the purple-gold palm above, layer upon layer of silver runic patterns emerged, spinning rapidly. An invisible force swept downward, reaching him first.
Huang Yuanzi felt the air around him constrict. Not only did the Magical Power within his body fail by more than half, but he lost all ability to teleport—his entire surroundings felt as though they had been sealed shut.
His soul nearly fled his body in terror. With a furious roar, he rubbed his palms together, then thrust them upward.
A dense barrage of yellow radiance shot skyward, and simultaneously, multicolored light flashed across his body as over a dozen treasures of varying designs flew off him at once, detonating with thunderous booms and transforming into surging waves of radiance that stormed upward.
It was clear that Huang Yuanzi had resolved to fight with everything he had.