The cold, commanding voice exploded like thunder, and vast spiritual pressure crashed down like an overturning mountain, instantly locking onto Han Li as he burst from the fissure in the seabed! A thousand zhang of seawater seemed to freeze. His flight abruptly stalled, and the air around him grew thick as glue, making movement difficult!
Nascent soul pressure! Horror seized Han Li's heart. This was beyond anything a Core Formation cultivator could possess! An old Nascent Soul monster had come?! Was it not Lei Wanhe? Or... had Lei Wanhe broken through to Nascent Soul?!
At this moment between life and death, a fierce light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and his instinct to survive overwhelmed everything else! He bit down hard on his tongue and spat out blood essence. The Golden Core within him spun furiously at an unprecedented speed, and his immense spiritual power erupted together with that strand of primal profound yin fiend qi!
"Blood Escape!"
Pfft! Blood mist spread, and Han Li's figure instantly blurred into a blood-red streak of light. His speed multiplied several times over as he tore free of the spiritual pressure's restraints and fled desperately in the direction opposite the voice! Wherever he passed, the seawater turned red, leaving a glaring trail of blood!
"Oh? The Blood Escape Technique? Decisive indeed! Unfortunately, before me, it is nothing but a dying struggle!" A trace of surprise entered the cold voice, then gave way to the playful mockery of a cat toying with a mouse.
Before the words had faded, the seawater above Han Li abruptly parted. A giant hand condensed from pure lightning covered a hundred-zhang radius, its five hooked fingers wreathed in destructive silver lightning serpents. Bearing the blazing might of heaven, it snatched down viciously! Lightning patterns shone in its palm, sealing