High in the air, a green-robed man wearing a silver mask stood against the wind atop a giant trident several yards long.
The trident was emerald green, with a layer of black energy swirling around it. Just looking at it sent a chill down Han Li's spine.
At the sight, Han Li felt a chill run through him and blurted out:
"Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect?"
"Heh! So you recognize me. That saves me an introduction! Now, will you enter that formation and live a little longer, or shall I rip your soul out right now?"
The blood-red tint in Wang Chan's eyes was far deeper than it had been on the earthen platform. Most of his eyes had turned crimson, with a faint trace of something bestial in them.
At the mention of a formation, Han Li glanced to the side.
What he saw made his face turn grim.
At some point, a vast black curtain of light had enveloped everything within several hundred yards of the enormous Ritual Circle.
Thick black-and-red mist filled the curtain. Nothing inside was visible, and not a sound came from within, as though it held no one at all.
Eight green-robed Cultivators stood around the curtain, watching it intently.
After a quick look, Han Li felt a pang of worry for Naruto. Then he drew his gaze away. He could not afford to be distracted.
He decided he would return to Yellow Maple Valley at once and report the collusion between the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Yan. That would be all he could do.
As for Dong Xuan'er, Senior Brother Feng, and the others, he could only hope their masters would come to rescue them in person.
With that, Han Li leaped onto his flying shuttle Magical Artifact without hesitation