Han Li glanced at the few magical treasures beside him, then suddenly reached into his storage bag and pulled out three identical small red forks.
He gently tossed them outward, and they instantly transformed into three streaks of red light, hurtling toward a black-robed cultivator.
This set of "Flame Chain Flying Forks" was war loot that Han Li had scavenged from some unlucky fellow who had perished during the battle against the Blood Spider. Its power was quite impressive. And since it was a set, it was easier to control, so Han Li had kept it.
Han Li then pointed his hand at the other magical treasures, and two streaks of dark light and six streaks of golden light let out a long cry before flying off in other directions as well.
It was at this moment that the true terror of Han Li's Grand Derivation Technique was revealed. He could control so many magical treasures simultaneously without the slightest confusion. The flag-wielding cultivator who saw so many top-tier magical treasures hurtling toward him showed a look of horror, with not even a shred of thought about meeting them head-on.
He hurriedly threw the black flag in his hand toward the three streaks of red light, then tried to use his treasure to dodge away. However, the black flag was immediately enveloped in a burst of black light and shattered inch by inch under the entanglement of the three red streaks.
Then the three streaks of red light paused not at all, arriving instantly before the cultivator and striking his protective shield hard.
How pitiful. It was merely a low-level protective shield of a Qi Refining stage cultivator. How could it possibly withstand the combined strike of three top-tier magical treasures? The shield lasted only a moment before letting out a crisp cracking sound and dissipating into nothing.
In the cultivator's desperate gaze, the three streaks of red light circled gently around him, and the black-robed cultivator let out a "pfft" sound as he transformed into a massive fireball, burning to ash.
Meanwhile, the two streaks of dark light and six streaks of golden light that had flown out later also headed toward the other two cultivators' positions, equally effortlessly breaking through their defensive magical treasures and protective shields, cutting the cultivators in two.
At this point, the other cultivators fell into panic. How could they even think about setting up any grand formation? Survival was the priority!
Most of them immediately turned and fled into the sky. Some bolder and less clever cultivators released their prized magical treasures, desperately trying to block Han Li's assault.
But unfortunately, Han Li had no intention of getting entangled in combat with them. He pressed forward with full force without any mercy.
More than ten streaks of golden, dark, and red light swarmed together regardless of what magical treasures they encountered. The blocking treasures were simply eggs against rocks, immediately shattered into countless fragments and vanishing from this world. As for the owners of those treasures, Han Li naturally did not spare them either, casually eliminating them as well.
At this moment, apart from those black-robed cultivators who had fled several hundred zhang away, the only ones remaining in place were the Little Prince with his look of disbelief and the masked person beside him who should be Steward Wang. This so-called "Black Wind Formation" had not displayed even a shred of its power before being proactively neutralized by Han Li's foresight.
Han Li's gaze shifted to the Little Prince and his companion, causing them to secretly cry out "Not good!" as they simultaneously assumed defensive postures. A faint black light emanated from their bodies, concealing their figures within. In an instant, they became eerily sinister.
"Hmph, playing tricks!" Han Li sneered coldly.
Although he didn't know what technique these two were using, it was clearly similar to the bald giant's demonic arts. He just wondered why the light on their bodies was black instead of the giant's blood-colored light. Was it because of different cultivation levels? Han Li thought with some confusion.
What Han Li didn't know was that the Little Prince and his companion were at that moment secretly lamenting their bitter fate!
Han Li's cultivation and the sharpness of his magical treasures far exceeded the two's original plans.
They had seen Foundation Establishment stage cultivators before, but Han Li's strength as a Foundation Establishment cultivator was simply incomparable to those same-stage hall masters in their sect. Not to mention one-on-one, even if two or three hall masters attacked together, they might not be this person's match.
That extreme speed so fast it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, the bizarre ability to control more than ten magical treasures simultaneously — this was all something they had never heard of before.
Now it seemed that Lord Blood Attendant might not necessarily be this person's opponent either! Although this Blood Attendant seemed to have used some kind of secret technique.
Although the two were confident that their strength far exceeded other Qi Refining stage cultivators, they were not so arrogant as to think they could battle Han Li by joining forces. Therefore, although they had activated their secret techniques, instead of advancing, they carefully and cautiously retreated.
In contrast, the Four Friends of Mengshan were struck dumb by Han Li's impressive display of power.
Although these people knew Han Li was powerful, they had no way to compare his true strength without a reference.
But now, witnessing with their own eyes that Han Li alone had instantly defeated five or six of the dozen or so cultivators whose cultivation was similar to theirs, while the rest fled in terror without daring to approach. Such cultivation! Such techniques! They were truly convinced and impressed.
Han Li took a deep breath, intending to capture both the Little Prince and Steward Wang in one go, when suddenly a beast-like roar filled with fury erupted from the blood-colored light sphere to one side, the voice filled with indescribable madness.
Hearing this sound, the Little Prince and his companion exchanged a delighted glance.
Han Li's expression grew solemn. Ignoring the two opponents, he hurriedly reached into his storage bag and pulled out a small, exquisite magical treasure.
Without hesitation, Han Li threw the object toward the blood-colored light sphere.
A small yellow bell was seen growing with the wind after leaving Han Li's hand, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive copper bell several zhang tall. This was none other than the "Heaven-Shrouding Bell" that Han Li had obtained as war loot from the Yan Yue Sect cultivator Xuan Le — it was this very magical treasure that had trapped the incredibly fierce Blood Spider beneath it, showing just how powerful it was.
With a tremendous "clang," the bell accurately covered the blood-colored light sphere that was undergoing a bizarre transformation, sealing it within. No more roaring could be heard.
Seeing Han Li's move, the Little Prince and his companion, who had just shown delight, were struck dumb.
Could it be that Lord Blood Attendant had been captured so easily?
Han Li turned around and suddenly gave the two a strange smile, then raised both hands simultaneously.
In an instant, countless fireballs of various sizes surged from his hands, raining down like a violent storm, painting the nearby sky in fiery red.
This scene startled the Little Prince and his companion. They hurriedly each released a defensive disc-shaped magical treasure to block in front of them.
A series of deafening explosions crackled endlessly, leaving the Little Prince dizzy and disoriented.
Because there were simply too many fireballs, a few stragglers hit the Little Prince directly, causing the black protective energy around his body to scatter considerably.
The Little Prince, looking wretched and disheveled, was both shocked and furious. He knew clearly that this must be a large batch of talismans fired simultaneously to create such a massive commotion.
Just as this rain of fireballs finally passed, a sudden scream came from beside him, causing him to startle and hurriedly look to the side.
He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes filled with horror.
The thin, masked person who had been standing not far from him had at some point lost all his black protective energy and was now being held powerless in Han Li's grip. One side of his body was bloody, with only one arm remaining.
This sight filled the Little Prince with genuine fear of being unable to withstand Han Li, and he couldn't help but secretly curse the Blood Attendant's uselessness.
Han Li cast a cold glance at the Little Prince, then unceremoniously tore the mask from the captured person's face — it was indeed Steward Wang of the Xin Prince Manor. His originally gaunt features were twisted and distorted from the pain of his severed arm.
"Impossible! How did you capture him? Our protective evil energy cannot be broken so easily!" the Little Prince said with a light breath, but suddenly raised both hands as more than a dozen black beams flashed toward Han Li.
A mocking smile appeared on Han Li's otherwise expressionless face.
With a single hand raised, a dark, shield-like object materialized before him.
The black beams struck it directly, but apart from producing a muffled sound, there was no effect whatsoever.
The Little Prince looked closely in shock and realized that this "shield" was actually an enormous turtle shell, entirely black and dull, clearly specially refined.
Seeing this, the Little Prince's eyes darted, his black light intensified, and he suddenly shot backward like lightning. Then, turning around, he intended to flee just like the other escaped cultivators.
But as one of the key targets to be captured alive, Han Li would not let him escape so easily. With a slight movement, Han Li appeared before the Little Prince, raised his hand, and a massive green sword several zhang long materialized, slashing down at the Little Prince without hesitation.
The Little Prince, seeing this, secretly rejoiced.
His protective evil energy specialized in contaminating all kinds of magical treasures, so he didn't need to worry about this giant sword injuring him. Instead, he could use this opportunity as cover to escape with full force.
Thinking this, the Little Prince rising while hurtling forward, trying to fly directly over Han Li's head.