Amid an unbroken stretch of mountains, heaven and earth spiritual energy flourished. Peaks filled the landscape as far as the eye could see, layer upon layer without end. Spiritual energy wreathed the foot of nearly every peak, making them look like immortal mountains...
Ye Han flew above the mountains, looking around with a slight frown...
Suddenly!
Blood-red arrows of exceedingly sharp spirit light came howling toward him like a storm...
Ye Han instantly unleashed the Sword Escape Art.
Whoosh, whoosh!! A swath of illusory images burst forth. The arrows pierced straight through Ye Han's figure, exploding into halos of light in the air.
The next instant!
On a mountain several thousand zhang away...
Boom! A stunning burst of golden light erupted with a muffled explosion, and a figure was blasted away by a terrifying, radiant fist barrier qi...
Then!
Razor-sharp sword-rays pierced hole after hole through the figure as he flew backward. Blood sprayed as he fell from the sky...
At the same time!
Boom!! A pillar of white light struck the fleeing blood-red nascent soul, transforming into golden skulls that clamped their jaws onto it and dragged it into a silvery-white mirror...
At that moment!
Ye Han appeared out of thin air. With a casual flick of his finger, the Ghost Skull Mirror spun and flew into his hand.
At the same time, great hands of spirit light seized storage bags and spatial treasures, bringing them into his hands.
Ye Han frowned at the storage bags and Space Rings in his hands, muttering helplessly, "These fellows must have mistaken me for Ye Tianyu."
As he spoke, spirit light rippled over his face. His muscles shifted, transforming him into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man...
There was no helping it!
On his way here, he had already encountered two cultivators from the