Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 777: Blood Fiends and Stone Giants
The seven great cultivators of Tai Zhen and the yin-yang twin demons joined forces to battle the Mulan sacred bird, but after only a short while, they once again fell to the disadvantage.
The twin demons, having cultivated the strange and bizarre cultivation techniques of the path of the undead, could still barely hold their ground amid the blue flames by unleashing waves of corpse energy and dark winds.
However, the seven great cultivators of Tai Zhen, suffering heavy losses in magical power, finally could no longer endure.
Especially two of the elders—one with a face flushed red like blood, spiritual light flickering faintly, and the other with a pale white face, white breath moving erratically from his mouth and nose.
This was clearly from overconsumption of spiritual power, even resorting to secret arts that stimulate potential excessively.
Han Li frowned, glancing at the cultivators fighting fiercely before him, then looked toward the woman surnamed Le standing guard unwaveringly beside the ancient lamp in the distance.
“Watch the wailing soul beast carefully. Don’t let it get into trouble. If things get dangerous, recall it immediately. Here, take this Soul Resonance Orb for now. I will first go extinguish that ancient lamp,” Han Li said calmly in a barely audible voice.
Then he raised his hand and tossed a black-gray orb behind him.
A faint white light flickered, and the orb vanished instantly.
“Understood! Master, please be careful. That peacock’s magical ability is no small matter,” came Silver Moon's worried voice from the empty space behind Han Li.
Han Li nodded calmly as usual. When he saw that no one nearby had noticed him, his figure blurred briefly and then suddenly disappeared from that spot.
Han Li’s unnamed Qi refining spell formation, born of the demon race, might be far inferior to Silver Moon’s innate escape technique in concealment, but in terms of energy concealment and breath control, it was not lacking in the slightest.
He had pushed the unnamed spell formation to its extreme, not only sealing every bit of his spiritual energy, but even forcibly suppressing the aura he emitted.
Now, he needed to hide not only from the woman surnamed Le but also from the Mulan sacred bird, whose cultivation base was unfathomable.
In the distance, the woman surnamed Le saw the gaunt old man and others being entangled by Long Han and other cultivators; a trace of anxiety appeared on her face.
Though she still stood by the ancient lamp without leaving, she turned her face and spoke loudly in the ancient tongue to the giant bird on the other side, her expression showing a plea.
The demonic bird, which had been spewing azure flames, paused at her words.
Then it twisted its neck and cast a disdainful glance toward the battle group where the gaunt old man and others fought.
It immediately turned its head back and fiercely spat several more clusters of azure flames downward, forcing the seven great cultivators of Tai Zhen into a chaotic scramble.
With a piercing cry, it suddenly spread its wings and soared high.
After circling once, the bird lightly shook the iridescent feathers on its body.
Large patches of azure feathers fell, and with a flash of light transformed into hundreds of firebirds about a foot long.
Without any command, these hundreds of firebirds chirped excitedly before spreading their wings and shooting like arrows toward the gaunt old man and his group.
Seeing this, the woman surnamed Le finally relaxed.
With these illusionary spiritual birds to aid them, she was certain the elders’ side would be fine. Victory was only a matter of time!
Just as she allowed her mind to ease,
A tremendous rumbling sound came from the center of the battlefield.
Startled, the woman surnamed Le hurriedly looked over.
Han Li, who had just escaped and was cautiously approaching her, also looked toward the source of the noise with some surprise.
At the center of the battlefield, another crucial confrontation was underway.