Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Just as Han Li was concentrating on his observation, a hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"Make your move. Go now and kill that black-robed cultivator."

Upon hearing this, Han Li frowned slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he replied using the same telepathic technique:

"Senior, those two ghostly figures are locked in combat with that black-robed cultivator. How can I possibly intervene? I can't very well fight those ghostly figures as well, can I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Han's voice transmission came again, his tone tinged with impatience.

"You need not worry about this. I have my own plans."

Upon hearing this, Han Li had some doubts, but he did not press the matter further.

He secretly gripped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword in his hand, waiting for the right moment.

At the same time, Qin Han, hidden in the shadows, slowly raised a ghostly claw shrouded in yin energy.

Above his fingertips, a wisp of extremely pure Yin mist quietly condensed. The mist was as black as ink and exuded a bone-chilling cold.

With a flick of his wrist, the wisp of dark mist drifted away silently, flying straight toward the two-headed tiger demon.

Meanwhile, the two-headed tiger demon was currently engaged in a fierce battle with the black-robed cultivator in the late Core Formation stage, and had even gained the upper hand. If nothing unexpected happened, it would probably be able to capture him in a while.

The tiger demon's two heads each spewed out pitch-black ghostly mist, its four eerie green eyes flashing with ferocious light, its claws flashing, forcing the black-robed cultivator to retreat repeatedly.

Although the latter was not weak, under the tiger demon's fierce attack, it could only barely hold on by joining forces with the crimson bird spirit beast beside it.

Just then, a wisp of extremely thin mist drifted to the tiger demon's front.

The tiger demon was engrossed in its battle when it suddenly sensed this unusual aura and its movements faltered slightly.

It turned its head to the side, its eerie green eyes gazing in the direction from which the mist was drifting.

In the distance, amidst the ghostly mist, a blurry, pitch-black figure could be seen appearing and disappearing.

Those cold, blood-red eyes were staring intently at it.

The two-headed tiger demon's soul trembled slightly, clearly recognizing Qin Han's identity.

One of the heads let out a low hiss, its voice filled with resentment, yet it dared not openly oppose Qin Han, for it was ultimately inferior in strength.

It glanced one last time at the black-robed cultivator in front of it, a fierce glint flashing in its four eerie green eyes, as if it wished it could tear the man to pieces, but in the end it chose to retreat.

Suddenly, his figure transformed into a surging black ghostly mist, no longer entangled with the black-robed cultivator, and flew straight away in a certain direction, disappearing into the hazy, gloomy mist in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, the black-robed cultivator was being forced into a frenzy by the tiger demon when he suddenly realized that his opponent had inexplicably retreated, which startled him.

"They ran away?" He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt something was off.

Why did the tiger demon, who clearly had the upper hand, suddenly retreat?

Before he could think any further, a sharp whooshing sound rang out beside him!

"Whoosh—"

Dozens of blinding blue lights shot silently from the side, their sword light sharp and their killing intent chilling, clearly aimed at taking his life!

The black-robed cultivator's expression suddenly changed drastically. Before he could think about why the tiger demon had retreated, he hurriedly raised his hand, and a red light flashed in his palm, forming a crescent-shaped black shield in front of him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One after another, the blue light struck the protective barrier, producing a series of muffled booms.

The black shield trembled violently as a result, but it was ultimately unable to withstand all the azure light. The surface of the shield instantly cracked with countless tiny cracks, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, the black-robed cultivator steadied himself and, taking advantage of the immense impact of the azure light after the protective shield shattered, quickly retreated dozens of feet.

Without hesitation, he patted the storage bag at his waist, and a jet-black spear appeared out of thin air.

That's a clever tactic!

He held a long spear, using both hands to swing it vigorously, creating an impenetrable barrier in front of him. All the blue light following behind was deflected by the spear's two ends.

After surviving the sudden sneak attack, the black-robed cultivator looked coldly at the source of the attack.

He was an ordinary-looking young cultivator who was currently making hand seals with one hand and holding a sword with the other. A golden and silver cloud hovered above his head, and dozens of cyan flying swords moved around him. He exuded a sharp aura.

"It's you?!" The black-robed cultivator's pupils contracted slightly, and he stared at Han Li through gritted teeth.

Although he was in the midst of a fierce battle, he noticed that his third brother had been devoured alive by this person with a swarm of insects, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

And the second brother who was ambushed and killed!

"You brat, how dare you kill my clansman! Give me your life!" The black-robed cultivator's voice was extremely gloomy, as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth, and he looked extremely angry.

However, Han Li remained unfazed, simply staring at him expressionlessly. After letting out a cold snort, he made a hand seal, and the dozens of buzzing and trembling Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords flashed with azure light once more, their tips all pointing at the black-robed cultivator.

……

Meanwhile, several miles away.

The hazy, ghostly mist churned endlessly, and suddenly a very faint ripple appeared in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black ghostly figure appeared out of thin air.

It was Qin Han. As soon as he appeared, his blood-red eyes coldly scanned the surroundings, finally landing on a swirling mass of black ghostly mist not far away.

The cloud of ghostly mist that had flown here slowly came to a stop, transforming into the form of a two-headed tiger demon.

Its two heads looked around warily, as if they had sensed something was wrong.

Qin Han looked at the tiger demon and snorted coldly in his heart.

"That jerk is getting in the way."

He pondered to himself, his gaze falling on the tiger demon's massive body, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Once I devour you, my cultivation should immediately break through to the peak of the Core Formation stage..."

This two-headed tiger demon was formed by the fusion of the two ghostly figures, one black and one gray, with the tiger demon spirit in the green ghost bead using the "Spirit Attachment Technique." Its strength far surpasses that of ordinary ghosts.

If a cultivator who is already at the mid-stage of Core Formation can devour it, their cultivation will surely advance even further!

By then, he would have more confidence, whether it was entering the inner palace to retrieve the treasure or finally facing Han Li.

Just then, the two-headed tiger demon finally discovered Qin Han's presence.

Its two heads turned towards Qin Han at the same time, a hint of doubt flashing in its four dark green eyes, followed by obvious fear.

It let out a low hiss, as if asking Qin Han why he had led it here.

However, what answered it was an extremely sharp blood-red light!

Without saying a word, Qin Han suddenly sprang up!

Suddenly, his ghostly aura surged, and the terrifying pressure of a Ghost King was released without reservation, crashing down on the tiger demon like a mountain.