Upon seeing the light shield reappear on the opposite side, the figure in black robes did not speak anymore but instead formed seals with both hands.
A deep and ancient incantation emanated from his mouth as a chilling demonic aura surged from his body, transforming into ink-black tentacles that wildly thrashed about.
Han Li squinted his eyes, staring motionlessly at the figure. However, faint crackling sounds emanated from his sleeves, with flickers of golden light.
Han Li had long mastered the ability to instantly kill cultivators of the same level when dealing with demonic cultivators. As long as he seized the opportunity when the opponent attacked, he could easily kill them.
But in that instant, the pupils of the figure in black robes turned crimson, and beast-like roars emanated from his mouth. Then, his demonic aura dispersed, and his body beneath the black robes began to swell.
In the blink of an eye, his size doubled.
"Hmm!" Han Li was slightly surprised to see this.
It wasn't because of the change in the opponent's size but rather the sudden disappearance of his demonic aura, replaced by a strange and unsettling aura.
The blood-red eyes of the figure in black robes revealed madness. His swollen body suddenly shrank, transforming into a dwarf about three feet tall. His figure then darted backward to the barrier behind him.
Han Li was startled, his thoughts racing as he sensed something ominous.
With a wave of his hands, two thick golden arcs shot out from his palms, converging in midair to form a huge golden net that flew toward the black-robed figure.
Then, he immediately flicked his sleeve, and a blue shield shot out, transforming into a giant shield that blocked in front of him. With his other hand, he reached for his waist pouch, retrieving a restriction bead.
If the situation turned unfavorable, he would immediately use this bead to break the restriction and leave.
Knowing that the opponent had some tricks up his sleeve, he wouldn't be caught off guard here.
Just as Han Li's thoughts were in turmoil, the figure under the golden net let out a piercing scream. With a loud bang, his entire body inexplicably exploded into a rain of blood, splattering everywhere.
Han Li was initially startled, but soon, a look of puzzlement appeared on his face.
He had thought that the opponent was planning some kind of brutal self-destructive technique. However, the splattered blood and flesh did not touch the barrier at all, showing no signs of any impact. It seemed to lack any power at all.
Perplexed, Han Li then noticed something unusual.
The splattered blood and flesh stuck to the barrier opposite him without falling off. Under his gaze, they wriggled strangely on the barrier.
Seeing this, Han Li was somewhat dumbfounded.
Suddenly, with a few muffled sounds, the blood and flesh suddenly turned into billowing blood mist and spread along the barrier. Its speed was so fast that it turned most of the white light barrier into a blood-red color in the blink of an eye, emitting a nauseatingly strong smell of blood.
Shocked, Han Li hastily smashed the restriction bead in his hand against the barrier behind him.
With a loud bang, the restriction bead exploded upon contact with the barrier, bursting into a burst of pitch-black light.
