Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 852: Silver Flame
The moment Han Li was swallowed by the spatial rift, he felt dazzling, blinding light all around that made it impossible to look at anything directly. He could only tightly close his eyes. At the same time, his magical power inside vanished, making him feel dizzy and extremely uncomfortable.
He believed that if it weren’t for his half-dragon, half-human resilient body, he would have fainted from the ordeal.
But after a short while, Han Li suddenly sensed a movement of spiritual power within him. In an instant, everything cleared up, and his magical power was restored. A flash of spiritual light sparked in his heart as he regained control of his body, stabilizing his hovering form.
At the same time, the dazzling light nearby flickered wildly a few times before dissipating, revealing everything around.
Han Li glanced around, then with a swift motion, instantly teleported more than ten yards away. That demonic soul was also floating in the air, almost right beside him.
This startled Han Li, and he hurriedly moved away.
He didn't study the situation in detail, nor did he need to. The space here was only several dozen yards in size, and everything within was clearly visible.
There was no one else here—only he and the demonic soul. This made Han Li’s heart sink.
With a little sensing, he immediately noticed the astonishingly dense spiritual energy. Around him grew some spirit herbs and spirit medicine. There was also a complete stone pavilion and a half-section of a corridor. The four walls and the high ceiling of the space were shrouded in a gray haze, with nothing else present.
It seemed like a partially ruined spirit herb garden.
Han Li was surprised, but with the formidable enemy before him threatening his life, he had no mind to investigate further. He coldly stared at the demonic soul opposite him, its entire body shimmering with azure light. Its two hands clenched into fists, golden arcs of electricity flickering across its body. At the same time, a purple fireball descended from the sky and hovered above its head.
This Purple Luo Heavenly Flame had hurriedly followed into this space the moment Han Li was swallowed by the rift. This gave Han Li a bit of reassurance, knowing he wasn’t completely powerless.
The demonic soul also finished examining the place. A look of surprise appeared on its two faces, but before long, a peculiar expression crossed them.
“Haha! I never expected this to be a spatial remnant of Lingmiao Garden. What a stroke of luck in misfortune. It saved me from disaster!” the demonic soul laughed wildly, then stopped abruptly, twisting its two heads to gaze at Han Li with a strange look.
Han Li snorted coldly. With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of golden flying swords shot out, forming a sword shadow shield in front of him.
Only then did he realize that two of his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, which incorporated Geng Essence, were missing. This shocked him greatly.
These flying swords were his life treasures, yet at this moment, they were nowhere to be sensed. It seemed the two had been left outside the spatial boundary and hadn’t had time to fly inside.
He couldn’t help but bitterly laugh.
If it were some other magical artifact, it might have been tolerable, but the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords were forged as a complete set.
Losing two meant not only could he no longer set up the Great Geng Sword Formation, but the overall power of his flying swords would be significantly reduced.
Han Li felt helpless. Without the sword formation, he could only rely on spiritual summoning talismans and evil-repelling divine thunder to protect himself.
The demonic soul saw Han Li’s guarded stance, grinning with twisted features, tongue flicking in and out, showing a fierce expression.
Demonic energy surged wildly, quickly enveloping most of the space. The entire small area was filled with rolling demonic qi and creeping dark winds.
Han Li took a deep breath and summoned all his remaining evil-repelling divine thunder. Golden light suddenly burst forth from his body. Hundreds of golden arcs shot out and within moments condensed into several thick golden electric dragons, swirling fiercely around him, heads raised in defiance.