The white lotus didn't seem to be a transformed treasure but rather formed entirely from the woman's own mana, displaying such formidable power, which greatly surprised Han Li.
However, the astonishment flashed in his mind only briefly. With a deep breath, his complexion turned grim, and his right arm suddenly raised, enveloped in a faint black mist.
The black mist expanded and contracted like a living thing, gradually thickening. When it turned pitch black as ink, a solemn expression appeared on Han Li's face.
His entire arm quickly swelled, becoming two to three times thicker than before in the blink of an eye. A layer of dazzling blood-red light even appeared on its surface. Under the cover of the black mist, it looked extremely eerie.
It was none other than Han Li's practiced "Yin Demon Slash."
At this moment, Han Li cast a cold glance at the woman in green.
Coincidentally, as the woman finished her spellcasting, she also raised her head, her bright eyes locking onto Han Li's. When their gazes met, hers fell on Han Li's strange single arm.
A cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Go." Han Li didn't hesitate to issue a low shout.
His arm dropped, and he waved it towards the empty space.
A semi-circular black-red light shot out from his arm, growing to several dozen feet wide with a single release.
With a bursting sound, the light emitted a long tail, swiftly approaching the area shrouded by the white lotus's spiritual light.
The woman in green's delicate eyebrows twitched, and she opened her mouth, exhaling a crystal-clear white mist onto the white lotus. Suddenly, phantom lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, as if solid, enveloping the woman within.
In a flash, the light cut solidly into the lotus shadows. At first, it easily sliced through them, but after penetrating several dozen feet, its speed slowed significantly, eventually becoming trapped, unable to move a millimeter.
A hint of smugness appeared on the woman's face, but her expression suddenly changed when she saw Han Li on the opposite side.
Without saying a word, Han Li threw out a black object.
As soon as this object left his hand, it swelled in the wind and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a hundred-zhang-high black mountain, fiercely crashing down towards the woman within the lotus shadows.
"Mountain of Thousand Layers!" The woman exclaimed upon seeing this towering black mountain descending towards her.
This was a famous ancient treasure among cultivators, and she naturally recognized it.
Even with her mid-Nascent Soul cultivation and the ancient Buddhist secret arts she was currently using, she didn't dare to directly confront this mountain.
Without thinking too much, the woman quickly formed hand seals. Her figure, along with the white lotus and the small yellow cauldron above her head, merged together in a white light, disappearing from within the lotus shadows.
In the next moment, after a flash of brilliance twenty feet away, the woman's slender figure reappeared amidst a green light.
The pale white lotus shadows, although no longer supported by the woman's mana, did not immediately disappear. However, under the pressure of the black mountain, they fragmented and dispersed after a moment.
"Wind Escape Technique?" Han Li's face showed no hint of joy. Instead, he muttered to himself, feeling somewhat troubled.
He hadn't expected this woman to possess such a strange escape technique, comparable to his Thunderbolt Escape Technique.
