The Battle at the Border (7)

Han Li expressionlessly raised his hand and the blue light shield flew out of his hand. In the blink of an eye, the shield swelled and turned into a huge shield in front of him.

A loud boom erupted as yellow and blue light intertwined. The huge brick and the blue shield trembled and were sent flying at the same time. It appeared that they were evenly matched.

When Han Li saw the huge shield flying towards him, he expressionlessly pointed his finger at it.

In a flash of azure light, the shield strangely came to a stop.

After circling around, the huge brick turned into a yellow light again and smashed towards Han Li.

Han Li sneered. Silver lightning flashed behind him and he disappeared again.

When the yellow-robed old man saw this, his heart jolted and he raised his hand without another thought. A small purple flag shot out from his hand, instantly transforming into a purple cloud that protected his entire body.

At this moment, a thunderclap sounded from the old man’s left, and Han Li’s figure appeared. He opened his mouth and spat out a small sword that was several inches long.

As soon as the sword left his mouth, it was instantly enveloped in a layer of deep blue flames and shot toward the purple cloud in a flash.

The old man in the purple cloud was originally calm, but when he saw the blue flames on the flying sword, he revealed fear as if he had seen a poisonous scorpion.

Without a second thought, his body blurred and he instantly moved three meters away in an attempt to dodge the attack.

However, the old man didn’t expect that in the instant he moved, a faintly discernible female figure would suddenly appear behind him. She raised her hand and shot out an azure bead at lightning speed.

This woman appeared silently like a ghost. It was as if the old man was sending himself in front of her. Her timing was ingenious, and she cooperated seamlessly with Han Li.

Even so, the old man’s Nascent Soul spiritual sense was able to sense the abnormality behind him.

However, at such a short distance, he was unable to dodge. The only thing he could do was to pour all of his magic power into the protective purple cloud.

The purple cloud formed from this ancient treasure was quite powerful, and he was quite confident in it!

With a loud boom, the golden and azure light exploded, and the purple cloud, which originally appeared extraordinary, disintegrated in the light. The old man inside wailed, and half of his body disappeared without a trace. The remaining half was about to be completely devoured by the azure flames.

When the old man saw this, his still intact head was filled with shock, anger, and disbelief. However, it immediately turned into an extremely resentful expression as he gritted his teeth.

With a bang, the remains of the old man’s body exploded on its own, and a ball of piercing yellow light shot out from within, covering over 100 feet in an instant. There was an inch-tall infant with a similar appearance to the old man.

When the yellow-robed old man saw that the situation was far from good, he decisively abandoned his physical body and had his Nascent Soul fly out, hoping to escape with his life.

However, Han Li seemed to have expected this. The moment his Nascent Soul flew out, he disappeared in the silver light again. In a flash, he appeared in front of the Nascent Soul’s escape route.

He raised his hand, and amid a thunderclap, a golden net came crashing down.

At the same time, the small sword covered in blue flames shot forth from behind him.

When the infant in the yellow light saw this, fear appeared on its face. It opened its mouth in alarm and spat out an inch-large alms bowl that flashed with silver light to meet the golden net.

Before the alms bowl could come into contact with the golden net, it was shattered by the old man’s Nascent Soul technique.

After the silver light flashed, countless fragments scattered in all directions. The net of lightning that was originally falling from the sky couldn’t help but tremble slightly after being struck by the magic treasure fragments.

In that short moment of delay, the old man’s Nascent Soul used instant movement. Yellow light flashed around his body, and his Nascent Soul disappeared without a trace. However, in the next moment, it appeared 300 feet away and disappeared in a streak of light.

The golden net was only a step away from enveloping him, allowing him to escape.

Han Li frowned and looked in the direction where the Nascent Soul disappeared. He had no intention of chasing after it.

The white-clothed woman flew over with the old man’s storage pouch and said with surprise, “This person is quite wise. In order to escape, he destroyed his own magic treasure. Such a ruthless character is truly rare.”

It was Silvermoon, who had been secretly released by Han Li as soon as he flew out of the blood barrier.

“Humph! He’s not fated to die!” Han Li was also depressed.

It seemed that both the Thunderstorm Wings and the Celestial Ice Flame were already well known to the Moulans. It would no longer be an easy task to kill a high-grade spell warrior.

“However, your movement technique seems to be even more wondrous than before. This person actually didn’t notice you at such a close distance.” Han Li glanced at Silvermoon from the corner of his eye and said indifferently.

Silvermoon chuckled and crisply said, “Recently, I’ve advanced this four-eyed fox demon’s concealment ability by a level. In addition, Master was the one who distracted this person’s attention. He had no way of diverting his attention, allowing me to easily succeed.”

“Perhaps!” Han Li nodded noncommittally.

Although Silvermoon had already become his Artifact Spirit and was the only person in this world who shared the secret of the small bottle, for some reason, he felt that this woman was always shrouded in a mysterious veil, making him feel that he could not see through her.

After exchanging a few words with Silvermoon, Han Li sized up the entire battlefield again.

This time, he was much more careful. At first glance, this place could only be described as “chaotic”. However, Han Li could still see the general situation.

Apart from the six cultivators that were still fighting at an unknown height in the sky, the entire battlefield was divided into several situations.

One situation consisted of tens, hundreds, or even thousands of cultivators. They formed battle groups of various sizes and gathered in a small area to kill the enemy.

These people were mostly cultivators of the same sect or spell warriors of a certain tribe. They were used to fighting together. As a result, they would immediately gather together to fight the enemy as soon as the battle began. This was much better than fighting alone!

As such, it wasn’t easy for them to lose their lives. Most of the battles were in a deadlock, unable to determine the victor in time.

Another type of situation was when there were only a few people fighting alone or a few people attacking a single person.

These cultivators were mostly high-grade cultivators or spell warriors. Their battles were even more dangerous than the battles in the first situation. Often, a single mistake would result in the destruction of one’s body and soul.

The final situation was that both sides were using some inconceivable secret techniques and treasures in an extremely intense confrontation.

The most eye-catching thing was that there was a large expanse of extremely black ghost fog that was emitting a shrill whistle. It was currently moving as fast as lightning in mid-air. Regardless of which spell warrior was enveloped by this fog, they would immediately turn into a withered corpse and fall to the ground. Wherever it passed, all the spell warriors would retreat three feet in fear.

Behind the ghost mist, there were several spell warriors that were unafraid of the mist. They were continuously releasing wind and lightning-attributed spiritual spells and magic treasures to wildly attack the mist. With every strike, a piece of the mist would be dispersed. However, there were also people in the mist that were continuously waving their banner-like magic tools, and the mist was also faintly increasing, causing the Moulan spell warriors to be helpless against the ghost mist.

At another location, there were over a dozen high-grade cultivators fighting a stone giant that was over 1,000 feet tall.

The giant appeared to be made of ordinary limestone. Not only was it massive, but it was also capable of hurling rocks as thick as millstones. Even though these cultivators were protected by magic treasures, they weren’t willing to take the attack head-on.

On the giant’s shoulder, there was a spell warrior standing on either side, constantly activating their magic treasures to assist the giant.

There were also some cultivators and spell warriors who were controlling some extremely powerful treasures and fighting against each other.

Each of these treasures possessed astonishing abilities, far surpassing ordinary ancient treasures. It seemed that they were either the sect-protecting treasures of the various sects or the ultimate treasures of the Moulan tribes.

This broadened Han Li’s horizons.

Although Han Li rushed out of the blood barrier, because it was too chaotic, only a few nearby battle groups had the time to notice him.

However, the closest battle groups to him were all thousands of feet away.

But just like that, two other Moulan Grand Sages immediately flew out from the battle. They turned into two streaks of light and charged towards Han Li aggressively.

Seeing Han Li’s ruthless methods just now, even killing a Grand Sage of the same level in the blink of an eye, the two of them did not have the slightest confidence in winning.

However, they didn’t dare to leave such a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator alone. His destructive power would be too great.

“Let’s go!” Han Li coldly said to Silvermoon, showing no intention of being trapped by the Nascent Soul spell warriors again.

Soon after, brilliant light erupted as a streak of azure light, hurtling toward the next blood barrier.

Silvermoon faltered slightly upon seeing this, but she immediately understood what was going on. With a strange smile, her body blurred and disappeared.

As soon as the azure light arrived above the blood barrier, it paused for a moment before shooting out a lightning bead. Then, without even looking at the result, Han Li directly shot towards the next blood barrier.

Han Li actually planned to first rescue the other trapped Nascent Soul cultivators one by one!

A series of loud booms rang out from behind him as a streak of crimson light flashed through the air, followed by a burst of joyful laughter.

“Which Fellow Daoist has lent me a hand? Shattered Soul is extremely grateful.” The crimson light receded to reveal a black-robed cultivator with a peculiar appearance.

“Shattered Soul?” Han Li was slightly surprised. He did not expect that this person would be the first to be rescued.

“Fellow Daoist, help me block those two. I’ll go and save the other Fellow Daoists first.” Han Li thought for a moment and immediately transmitted his voice to Shattered Soul.

“Oh, so it’s Fellow Daoist Han. I can’t thank you enough for your kindness. Leave this matter to me.” When the black-robed cultivator heard Han Li’s words, he revealed surprise, but he immediately agreed with a calm expression. Then, he turned into a streak of white light and blocked the two Grand Sages of Moulan who were chasing after him.

When Han Li’s spiritual sense noticed this scene, he was elated. At full speed, he arrived above the next blood barrier. He raised his hand again, and another ball of green light shot out from his hand.

However, at this moment, something unexpected appeared.

Suddenly, gray light flashed from the top of the blood barrier, and a large embroidered-robed man appeared without warning. He wore a solemn expression as he looked at the lightning beads flying toward him.

Han Li was shocked! When did this person infiltrate this place? Why did he not notice it at all?

After scanning this person with his spiritual sense, Han Li could not help but be dumbfounded.