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Han Yi rises on his sword, before he has even swung it.

Three hundred meters away, Wen Zhen and Pang Li exchange a glance. They both see the seriousness and murderous intent towards Han Yi in each other’s eyes.

At this moment, they both perceive Han Yi as a life-and-death enemy.

But both of them are Gold Core cultivators. They’ve lived for more than a century and have experienced countless battles. Unless they really have no other choice, they wouldn’t flee.

Seeing Han Yi swing his sword, Wen Zhen hums heavily, the killing intent in his eyes surges again. He raises the Golden Thunder Ruler again, transforming it into a gigantic ruler reaching the sky. It radiates a golden aura as if an Immortal God from the ninth heaven descended to dispense divine punishment.

Boom!

Even before the gargantuan ruler has fallen, the void echoes with the sound of explosion, the friction between the ruler and the air creates light and heat, creating an illusory halo that spreads in all directions as the ruler descends.

At the same time.

Pang Li quickly forms a gesture with his hand, and the eight battle flags planted in front of him undergo a transformation instantly.

The battle flags of Spirit Combat Sect are multipurpose, possessing offensive, defensive, and spiritual array capabilities. Different combinations of these flags unleash different powers.

At this moment, once his gesture is formed,

Six of the eight battle flags suddenly converge towards the middle, transforming into a new gigantic battle flag. Although it remains ten meters tall, it now exhibits six colors instead of being monochrome. A peak-grade power of a low-tier magical artifact bursts forth.

In reality, the set of nine battle flags constitutes a set of low-tier magical artifacts. If all nine flags are fused, they form a medium-grade magical artifact, the Nine-Colored Battle Flag.

However, with Pang Li’s abilities, he can only fuse six flags at best.

Just at that moment.

Nearly as soon as the Six-Colored Battle Flag is formed, it violently strikes out, outpacing the falling gigantic ruler by a beat, sweeping towards the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword.

A glint of ferocity flashes in Pang Li’s eyes.

Being of a collateral line of Daqian Imperial Clan, his status was high. The shame of being outdone by a lowly Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator was utterly disgraceful to him.

This disgrace must be washed clean with the blood of their enemy.

The Six-Colored Battle Flag that spanned over two hundred meters hits the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword.

Immediately,

The Seven-Star Kunwu Sword is knocked flying away.

However.

Pang Li’s eyes reflect not satisfaction but shock, even horror.

The Six-Colored Battle Flag that knocked the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword flying, was supposed to pursue but suddenly drops like a kite without its string.

Not just that.

The other two battle flags still planted before him, though still radiating a strong power, also suddenly fall into the void without any restraints.

On the other side.

A hundred meters away, Wen Zhen’s descending phantom ruler only strikes an afterimage of Han Yi from three hundred meters away.

In a split second, Han Yi had already moved two hundred meters to the side ahead of time.

Three years ago, during the Grand Celestial Gathering, his light body technique

– “Return to the Truth” – was no worse than that of many early-stage Golden Core cultivators.

Now, three years later, having reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, his light body technique can even evade Yan Bu, a Middle Golden Core stage cultivator, without even resorting to entrapment in the Spirit-killing Illusion Array. One could imagine how hard it would be to harm Han Yi solely based on speed and agility in normal circumstances.

However.

Just before Wen Zhen’s giant ruler falls, the Six-Colored Battle Flag knocks Han Yi’s Sword Tool away. When Pang Li’s face fills with horror, Wen Zhen’s face also turns pale.

“Not good.”

“It’s poison!”

Wen Zhen holds the giant ruler, which emits a golden light like an edgeless sword, and uses it for defense. However, inside his Sea of Consciousness, chaos reigns supreme.

His divine soul weakens, his senses are a blur.

Within a short moment, his vision starts to blur, even seeing double, and due to the divine soul being poisoned, his divine consciousness is severed, and he can barely sense his surroundings.

At a spot a hundred meters away, Pang Li had already experienced this divine soul-targeting poison a step earlier.

When his face turns to shock, without uttering a word, he quickly takes a golden glowing pill from his Qiankun Bag. Once the pill is swallowed and dissolved, it gathers in his Sea of Consciousness, and the weakened divine soul gets replenished instantly.

However, before he makes any other move, within half a breath, the replenished divine soul is suddenly weakened again.

He takes out a spiritual talisman from the Qiankun Ring. Drawn on the face of the talisman is an ancient, large character.

Daqian.

This is an exclusive spiritual talisman of Daqian Imperial Clan.

Pang Li puts the talisman on his forehead, and suddenly, a burst of spirit light seeps into the depths of his forehead, entering his Sea of Consciousness, removing the poison in his divine soul.

However, if the poison from Black Divine Tower could be removed that easily, it wouldn’t be known as one of the most formidable dark forces in the world.

After a single breath, the brief clarity provided by the talisman gets contaminated, and his divine soul returns to its weakened state, his senses in chaos.

Pang Li, worthy of being from the Imperial Clan, suddenly thinks of the cause and his face turns ashen.

“It’s the Returning Ruin Powder”

“Damn it, this guy is from the Black Divine Tower.”

Once he knows the name of the poison, Pang Li retrieves a jade bottle from his storage bag. Inside the bottle is a seven-colored pill.

Seven Fragrance Pill.

A glint of hesitation and reluctance gleams in his eyes, but his divine soul is weakening quickly, leaving him with no other choice.

He pours out the pill and swallows it.

His tumultuous gaze returns to normal in an instant.

Next.

Instead of continuing his attack on Han Yi, Pang Li takes a deep look at Han Yi

– who now stands over two hundred meters away, guarding himself with his sword – a bone-chilling hatred flashes in his eyes, and he turns to flee.

The three fallen battle flags below him follow suit, vanishing within an instant..