Green vines burst from the earth like enraged pythons, while green arrows and spear shadows rained down. The Wood Spirit Race struck ruthlessly, clearly intending to leave no survivors-or at the very least, to cripple and capture them.
Li Yan and the others turned deathly pale and mustered their meager magic power to resist. But against the attacks of Core Formation cultivators, their Foundation Establishment strength was like a mantis raising its forelegs against a chariot.
Han Li's gaze chilled. Words were clearly useless; only strength could speak now. Without moving from his spot, he simply raised his sleeve and swept it outward.
Humm!
A thin yet exceptionally resilient dark-gold light barrier instantly enveloped Li Yan and the other descendants like an overturned bowl. It was the defensive barrier formed by the Demon-Devouring Myriad Filth Shield. The green vines coiled around it with sizzling sounds, only to be rapidly corroded and withered by the barrier's inherent filth and erosive properties! The green arrows and spear shadows struck the barrier, sending ripples across it, but could not penetrate.
At the same time, Han Li flicked his fingers repeatedly at the vines winding toward him from every direction and the two arrows aimed at him.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two slender streams of dark-gold sword qi, condensed to the utmost, struck first despite being launched later, precisely hitting the tips of the two speeding arrows. The wood Spiritual Power within the arrows was instantly dismantled and annihilated by the higher-order demonic essence and primordial magnetic power within the sword qi, silently crumbling into dust.
As for the seemingly all-encompassing vines, Han Li merely held two fingers together like a blade and swept them across the space before him.
Shhk!
A concentrated arc of force, dark gold threaded with silver-black light, swept outward. Wherever it