Mortal: Supreme Being of the Ghost Path

Meanwhile, Qin Han transformed into a cloud of pitch-black ghostly mist and flew towards the direction where Han Li and the others were.

Before he even got close, he sensed intense fluctuations of spiritual energy coming from ahead, mixed with the unique yang aura of the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder.

The golden lightning was truly striking in the hazy, gloomy fog.

"Still fighting?" A thought flashed through Qin Han's mind, and he increased his speed even further.

When he emerged from the ghostly mist, he witnessed the final scene of the battle.

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Meanwhile, the black hand that the black-robed cultivator had conjured had just caught a beam of azure light carrying the divine lightning of warding off evil when golden arcs of electricity, like maggots clinging to bones, spread from his palm upwards, instantly shattering the black hand he had conjured, which then vanished without a trace as it turned into a sky full of black mist.

"Damn it!"

The black-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically. Before he could catch his breath, the remaining dozens of Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords transformed into sharp azure beams, carrying violent golden arcs of electricity, and once again pierced through the air!

The black-robed cultivator was caught off guard and hurriedly turned around to deal with the situation. With a wave of his hand, the black spear that had just been knocked to the ground was instantly summoned from a distance.

He grabbed the spear and wielded it with incredible speed and precision, attempting to block the overwhelming onslaught.

However, his demonic techniques were completely suppressed by the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder. As soon as the spear made contact with the azure light, golden arcs of electricity clung to it just like before, and the surging demonic energy on the surface of the spear was instantly disintegrated and obliterated.

The entire spear disintegrated instantly with a crisp "crack," ultimately turning into a cloud of black mist that scattered and drifted away, just like the fate of the large black hand from before.

"What?!" The black-robed cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly, his hand went empty, and he hurriedly retreated.

However, Han Li's attacks were relentless, giving the black-robed cultivator no chance to catch his breath.

One after another, streaks of azure light shot in from all directions, surrounding the black-robed cultivator layer by layer, forcing him into a desperate situation.

As Han Li made hand seals, several bolts of warding-off divine lightning intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable golden electric net. The surface of the net crackled with lightning arcs, extremely violent, trapping the black-robed cultivator within. No matter how much he activated his technique, he was unable to break through the cage before him.

At this moment, the black-robed cultivator's expression completely changed.

He exerted all his strength to condense layer upon layer of black shields in front of him, but those shields were as fragile as paper in front of the Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder, easily shattered by the golden arcs of electricity, and had no effect whatsoever.

Just then, Han Li shouted "Go!" and raised his hand without hesitation. Another sharp cyan light shot out, accompanied by an extremely crisp buzzing sound, instantly piercing through the black-robed cultivator's chest!

"puff--"

The black-robed cultivator's body suddenly stiffened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked down at the charred hole in his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

However, this was far from over. As Han Li continued to perform sword incantations, one flying sword after another pierced through his body.

Shoulders, abdomen, thighs, chest... each streak of azure light was wrapped with violent golden arcs of electricity, piercing through the black-robed cultivator. At first glance, his entire body was riddled with hideous bloody holes.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

But the next moment, a look of madness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he let out a wild laugh that was almost insane.

At the same time, a terrifying surge of magical power erupted from his body, as if it would burst out at any moment.

Seeing this, Han Li's expression shifted slightly, and he frowned. "Still trying to self-destruct? Hmph!"

He snorted coldly, then raised his hand without hesitation and pointed at it from afar. The golden and silvery clouds floating above his head immediately surged forth like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the black-robed cultivator was covered with thousands upon thousands of gold-devouring insects, completely isolating him from the surrounding spiritual energy and nipping his idea of ​​self-destruction in the bud.

"Bang!"

A few breaths later, the black-robed cultivator was completely lifeless, his body falling straight to the ground, utterly dead.

At the same time, Qin Han was suspended in mid-air, taking in the whole scene.

But then I saw a hint of undisguised joy flash in his eyes.

"Several more Demon-Repelling Divine Thunders have been consumed..."

Qin Han secretly calculated that, judging from the frequency of Han Li's attacks and the consumption of divine lightning, this battle had used up at least five or six [divine lightning bolts]. Adding the consumption from dealing with those two early-stage Core Formation demonic cultivators, it wasn't a complete waste of time.

In addition, according to the original plot, Han Li fought with the Xuan Gu Old Demon on the small island for a long time before entering the Void Heaven Palace.

It seems that the exertion at this moment has already been considerable.

When they capture the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng at Xiaoshishan and Xuangu, they will inevitably have to fight again.

In this light, things are developing in a way that is increasingly favorable to me!

"Okay, very good."

Thinking of this, Qin Han's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

He no longer concealed his form, transforming into a dark, ghostly mist that slowly drifted down in front of Han Li.

"Not bad." He said calmly, with a hint of approval in his tone, "To be able to deal with a late-stage Core Formation cultivator in such a short time, it seems I haven't misjudged you."

Han Li remained expressionless, raising his hand to retrieve the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords into his sleeve. He then casually gathered the black-robed cultivator's storage bag, spirit beast bag, and the scattered magical artifacts on the ground, carefully scanning them with his divine sense before slowly turning around.

"You flatter me, senior. I only managed to win by luck. If this person hadn't been careless, things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Hearing Han Li's usual excuse, Qin Han snorted disdainfully in his heart and didn't say anything more, just gave a simple "hmm" as a response.

His gaze fell upon the corpse of the black-robed monk.

Han Li stood aside, quietly watching Qin Han, who seemed to be deep in thought.

The next moment, his expression shifted slightly, and his breathing became heavier.

Suddenly, Qin Han raised his hand, and the corpse that had been lying on the ground, lifeless, slowly stood up like a zombie in full view of everyone, staring blankly ahead.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Han flew to the side of the corpse without hesitation, and the pitch-black "yin spirit body" merged into his body without any hindrance!

Seeing this bizarre scene, Han Li, who was not far away, seemed to recall something. His fists clenched involuntarily, and even his breathing became disordered.

On the other hand, Qin Han suddenly raised his head and roared, and several different kinds of light emanated from his body.

In general, there are eerie green demonic flames, pitch-black ghostly mist, yin energy exuding a chilling aura, and the strange demonic energy cultivated by the "black-robed cultivator" himself.

Several different kinds of light intertwined and flowed incessantly across the surface of the "black-robed cultivator's" body.

Just then, the "black-robed cultivator" suddenly raised his head and let out a low roar. The sound was not human, but rather very similar to the ghostly wails that occasionally came from this place.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "crackling" sounds suddenly came from inside his body.

Bones, meridians, and flesh seemed to be forcibly kneaded and reshaped by an invisible force.

The black-robed cultivator bent over in pain, his hands clenching tightly at his chest. His limbs began to slowly shrink, and his once tall and robust body shrank inch by inch like a deflated sack.

Zi Ling and Yuan Yao turned pale and subconsciously took a half step back.

Han Li remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the body undergoing strange changes, his expression gradually turning gloomy.

After a few breaths, the "crack" sound finally stopped.

The "black-robed cultivator" slowly straightened up. His originally towering figure, nearly nine feet tall, suddenly shrunk considerably, becoming indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

The loose black robe draped over his body looked empty and rather comical.

However, Han Li couldn't laugh. His gaze fell on that face, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

His once rugged and bold face had now completely transformed into something else!

He was a cold-looking young man with sharp features and a sinister air about him.

What shocked Han Li the most was that the originally cold, blood-red eyes had now lost much of their color, turning into a pale red.

In just a few dozen breaths, the black-robed cultivator had completely transformed into a different person!

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