Han Fei hurried to the Woman in Black Veil's side and supported her.
"Hey, demoness, are you all right?"
The Woman in Black Veil shook her head. "Be careful. Don't let those flames touch you, or you'll lose a great deal of spiritual power. The Seven-Colored Peacock itself isn't very powerful offensively, but if you run out of spiritual power, any demonic beast could tear the two of us apart."
Another fireball came flying over. Han Fei took a deep breath, picked up the Woman in Black Veil, and darted toward a corner of the space.
Boom, boom... A string of four-colored fireballs followed Han Fei's path, continuously striking the rock walls.
After landing in the corner, Han Fei slowly set the Woman in Black Veil down.
He then sprang toward another corner, sending out two streaks of Sword Qi at the same time in an attempt to draw the Seven-Colored Peacock's attention.
And he did succeed. Perhaps the Seven-Colored Peacock's attention had been fixed on Han Fei all along.
The peacock suddenly lowered its body, its four tails pointing upward.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The power gathered in its tails instantly formed twelve spheres, which arced through the air and descended toward Han Fei.
Han Fei gripped his broken sword. Rather than retreating, he charged straight at the Seven-Colored Peacock.
He had already thought it through. Long-range attacks were useless against the Seven-Colored Peacock. Any Sword Qi or other spiritual power attack would be neutralized by the flames on its body upon contact. Only close-range attacks could injure it.
Moreover, his cultivation was too low, and his spiritual energy was limited. He needed to end this quickly.
As the twelve fireballs fell from overhead, Han Fei could only rely on his speed to evade them.
Whoosh. The Power of Heavenly Dao circulated. At that moment, Void Walking reduced the resistance of the wind, while the Power of Heavenly Dao enveloped him, turning the spiritual energy around him into part of Han Fei's body.
Boom! A layer of azure energy wrapped around Han Fei's body, mixed with traces of golden light.
The broken sword in his hand seemed to burst into flames, though in truth, it was merely the result of spiritual energy becoming too densely concentrated.
"Fourth Form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art—Curtain Fall!"
Boom! The spiritual energy on the blade could no longer contain itself. A vast amount of energy swirled around Han Fei, forming a massive dragon head around his body.
In the Woman in Black Veil's eyes, a gigantic dragon head charged directly toward the Seven-Color Fire Phoenix.
At the same time, the fireballs overhead continued crashing into the dragon head.
Boom... All twelve fireballs blasted twelve huge holes into the dragon head, but the battered, hole-ridden dragon head still slammed into the Seven-Colored Peacock.
Bang! A shockwave of force erupted through the vast space as the nearly ten-meter-tall Seven-Colored Peacock passed through the dragon head.
As the shockwave gradually dissipated, all the spiritual energy around Han Fei vanished. At the same time, his sword had carved an enormous wound into the peacock's left side.
Four-colored blood slowly flowed from the wound.
The Seven-Colored Peacock roared at the sky. Han Fei slowly turned around, breathing heavily. Clearly, that strike had consumed an enormous amount of his strength.
Seeing the peacock raise its beak, the Woman in Black Veil anxiously shouted, "Han Fei, it's about to go berserk! Kill it quickly, or we'll both die!"
Han Fei turned around, once more pouring the spiritual energy in his body into the broken sword.
Boom! What seemed like the same technique as before began to take shape again.
However, the interval between the two moves was far too short. Han Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, and the spiritual energy he had just gathered scattered.
But Han Fei did not give up. Before the spiritual energy around the broken sword could dissipate completely, it began madly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy again.
This time, however, it was no longer Curtain Fall, but the third form, Annihilation. The fourth form, Curtain Fall, consumed too much energy, and Han Fei could no longer use it. He could only settle for the second strongest attack.
The broken sword flew from Han Fei's hand.
A graceful streak of sword light flew toward the Seven-Colored Peacock.
At the same time, the Seven-Colored Peacock raised its head. Four-colored flames continuously spewed from its beak, forming a massive four-colored fireball above its head.
Han Fei could imagine that if this four-colored fireball exploded and scattered, neither of them, in their current state, would have enough spiritual energy to withstand it. Once their spiritual energy was exhausted, they would be buried in a sea of flames.
Thus, Han Fei gave it everything he had to unleash a streak of Sword Qi. Even if it could not kill the peacock, it might at least interrupt its fireball attack.
The graceful sword light instantly swept across the peacock's neck, but the third form, Annihilation, was clearly not powerful enough.
After canceling out the flames around the peacock's neck, the remaining Sword Qi merely cut a wound into its neck. Although the wound was not small, it was not enough to be fatal.
At the same time, this strike made the peacock even more enraged.
Han Fei immediately used Teleportation to arrive at the peacock's side. A massive, horrifying wound lay there, with four-colored blood still flowing continuously.
The moment Han Fei appeared, he did not pause. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, then guided his spiritual energy to merge with his blood.
He knew that Annihilation had not inflicted any fatal damage on the peacock, so he did not dare stop. He could only attack with everything he had.
The azure spiritual energy gradually turned blood-red, but it was clearly insufficient to offset the blood flowing out, much less inflict any fatal damage deep within the wound.
So Han Fei used the Power of Heavenly Dao once again. The Taiji pattern on his forehead lit up, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered frantically.
Using the might of the Heavenly Dao, he crazily absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy for his own use. This was much faster than absorbing spiritual energy on his own.
The palm-sized blood-red sphere gradually expanded, and its color slowly turned golden. The blood within it had clearly been diluted.
At that moment, Han Fei spat out another cloud of blood. Nearly all of it merged into the golden sphere before him.
Han Fei had not intentionally vomited blood. It was the backlash caused by using the Power of Heavenly Dao as his own.
Hongjun had once said that Han Fei's cultivation was still too low. He could use the Power of Heavenly Dao, but he could not turn it into his own power, or it would harm his body.
But in his current situation, Han Fei could no longer worry about such things.
The blood-red sphere of spiritual energy floated before Han Fei.
At that moment, the Seven-Colored Peacock slowly lowered its head and saw the scene beneath it.
Knowing what it was about to face, it instantly detonated the four-colored fireball above its head. Though the fireball had not fully formed, it should still have been enough to kill Han Fei and the Woman in Black Veil.
But Han Fei moved at the same time.
He brought his hands together, and light flashed from four fingers as they stabbed toward the blood-red sphere of spiritual energy before him.
"Blood Qi Judgment!"
With a resounding roar, the blood-red sphere of spiritual energy shot directly into the peacock through its wound.
Bang! The explosion of spiritual energy sent Han Fei flying, straight toward where the Woman in Black Veil stood.
The peacock's internal organs were completely destroyed by that Blood Qi Judgment. Yet in its final moment, it still detonated the massive fireball above its head.
Countless four-colored flames fell like raindrops.
Han Fei had almost no spiritual energy left and could not possibly block those four-colored flames.
In the Primordial Group, Hongjun intended to use his soul power to save Han Fei.
But Chiyou said, "If Patriarch Hongyun intervenes, won't that expose the group owner's trump card? After all, there's still a young woman beside him."
Fuxi said, "Wait a little longer."
As soon as Fuxi finished speaking, light flashed in the Woman in Black Veil's hand in the corner, and another hexagonal box appeared.
She threw out the box, and its light immediately enveloped Han Fei. Several pillars of light wrapped around him, forming a spiritual energy framework.
Bang, bang, bang! The four-colored flames fell onto the spiritual energy framework, blocking a large number of them.
But this was only a low-grade Magic Treasure, and a disposable one at that. It was extremely cheap, so it was impossible for it to protect Han Fei completely.
Sure enough, if there had been only a hundred small fireballs, this disposable Magic Treasure could have blocked at most sixty.
Furthermore, this kind of disposable Magic Treasure could not be used repeatedly in the same place within a short period of time. Besides, she still needed to use one for herself.
Once the spiritual energy framework disappeared, the remaining fireballs fell onto Han Fei.
At that moment, the Woman in Black Veil even covered her eyes, not daring to look, because she knew that without spiritual energy to block them, those fireballs would injure his flesh.
The first fireball struck Han Fei's back. A sharp pain shot through him, and he dropped straight to his knees. Then the second and third fireballs continued to fall.
After more than a dozen fireballs, the rain of fireballs finally stopped.
But white smoke continued rising from Han Fei's back. The Woman in Black Veil parted her fingers slightly and happened to see his expression.
Han Fei did not seem to have been burned by the flames, but judging from his expression, he was undoubtedly in pain.
"Ah!" Han Fei screamed as a dazzling light suddenly lit up on his back.
Rip. Since the clothes on his back had been burned away by the flames, the clothing on Han Fei's upper body fell directly to the ground.
At that moment, the blood-colored tattoo on his body seemed to come alive, as though it were absorbing the flames that had fallen onto his back.
Crack, crack. A series of crisp bone sounds rang out. The blood-colored tattoo suddenly moved, and the phantom of a Kirin-shaped demonic beast devoured all the four-colored flames. Then the blood-colored tattoo turned seven-colored before finally transforming into streaks of seven-colored tattoo lines and sinking back into Han Fei's body.
The Blood-Colored Tattoo seemed to have evolved, changing from blood-red into seven colors rather than the flames' four colors. Clearly, it had evolved or mutated while absorbing the flames.
Of course, the strangest thing—the thing that puzzled both Han Fei and the Ancient Gods—was where this tattoo had come from, or rather, what it represented. No one knew.
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