A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 420: The Power of the Golddevourer Worms

Han Li was taken aback the moment he saw this skull. It immediately reminded him of the Ghost Spirit Sect among the six demon sects of the demonic path.

Disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect used similar skull-shaped magical artifacts in battle. However, their artifacts were mere lifeless objects, unlike the black skull before Han Li, which was so vivid and lifelike, as if it possessed a soul.

While Han Li was deeply surprised, three black banners had already flown forward ahead of him.

The cultivator with the surname Jian shouted loudly and pointed his hand from a distance. Instantly, the three black banners shot out countless fine black threads, interlacing to form a massive fishing net that was thrown directly at the opposing skull.

The black threads were incredibly slender, shining all over, and carried a faint black energy—clearly not ordinary materials.

As soon as the skull saw the black threads shooting towards it, the hollow eye sockets flashed red. Then, it began to noiselessly chew wildly before opening its huge mouth wide, unleashing countless greenish azure ghostfires.

Thousands upon thousands of black threads ignited instantly upon contact with these ghostfires, as if they had met a nemesis, quickly turning into wisps of azure smoke.

Witnessing this, the cultivator Jian’s expression changed drastically. Hastily forming a spell formation, he tried to activate the black banners’ magical abilities again.

But the black skull suddenly expanded in size, growing as large as a cartwheel. Between one spit and one inhale, a grey rainbow shot out from its mouth, circled the three black banners once, and then sucked them into its enormous jaws.

The skull forcefully snapped its upper and lower jaws with crisp cracking sounds, crushing the black banners into pieces.

At the same time, the cultivator Jian’s connection to the black banners instantly severed, his face turning pale.

“You demon! How dare you destroy my treasured artifacts!” the cultivator Jian shouted furiously, though a hint of fear surfaced in his eyes.

Others might not know, but he was fully aware.

These three black banners were primordial ancient treasures! They had defeated countless powerful enemies in the past. Yet today, just from a single encounter, they were destroyed by that strange skull’s mouth.

At that moment, the thunderfire released by Hu Yue was similarly swallowed by another skull, having no effect at all.

Now, Hu Yue and the cultivator Jian exchanged glances, both silently reconsidering their resolve.

Han Li was equally astonished.

Only now did he realize why this strange man dared to challenge a group of foundation formation cultivators single-handedly—he indeed had strong backing. Not only did he carry many magical treasures, but each seemed to possess considerable magical abilities.

It seemed that if they didn’t intervene, these few cultivators might actually suffer a crushing defeat.

Han Li did not want to see that happen.

After all, he had invested several months of effort into this grand formation and had no intention of letting others ruin everything.

Furthermore, although Han Li wanted to conceal his abilities before the other cultivators, he had always wanted to test the power of the “Golddevourer Worms” to see if they truly deserved their ranking on the Exotic Insect List.

The stranger in front of him, who was clearly not an ordinary foundation formation cultivator, was the perfect target for this test.

With this in mind, Han Li glanced once again at the battle group.

He saw Hu Yue and the others flustered, frantically flying around in the air while incessantly bombarding the two pursuing skull monsters with low-level spell formations, fully aware that ordinary magical artifacts were useless against such demonic creatures, and opting to stay a safe distance away.

As for Jin Qing’s white large stamp magical treasure, its former dominance was gone.

In its entanglement with the two flying swords, it was unexpectedly wrapped by the white mist from a flower basket and was slowly being drawn toward it. Jin Qing’s face broke out in a sweat.