Legend of the Cultivation God 6

Chapter 1212: Battle of the Star Palace (Thirteen)

At this moment, the old demon finally saw clearly that the black wind surrounding him had been sliced open at some point, forming a thin, long slit.

The slit was precisely at the direction of his previously severed arm, and he hadn't noticed it beforehand.

Naturally, the old demon was both shocked and furious. His remaining arm quickly pointed at the falling fiery red shield.

The shield jumped up and instantly transformed into a layer of fiery red light, covering him completely. Simultaneously, he released his divine sense, his eyes anxiously searching for Han Li's whereabouts.

At that moment, a white thread shot out from the void ten feet behind the old demon. After a brief hover, it transformed into a human figure.

It was Han Li himself.

Han Li glanced up and down at himself, his wings gently flapping behind him, and a purple light blade in his hand.

"The Gale Nine Transformations technique is quite powerful, but it puts too much strain on the body. Even with my third-level Ming Wang Art, I feel exhausted after just one use," Han Li muttered to himself in a low voice.

"This is natural. This technique was originally created for avian demon cultivators. Although you have the Wind Thunder Wings, you can't fully utilize the technique. Forcing it puts a greater burden on your body than it does on regular avian demons. With your third-level Ming Wang Art, you can only use it two or three times. Any more, and your body would collapse. To use it freely, you need to advance another level in the Ming Wang Art," came a casual voice in Han Li's ear.

"I see. When I practiced in the secret chamber, I didn't realize the technique would be so taxing over long distances," Han Li sighed, dispersing the purple light blade with a wave of his hand.

The old demon, having spotted Han Li, didn't hear the voice from the Sky Blue Beast's transformation and thought Han Li was merely talking to himself.

Thus, his eyes flashed with suspicion as he suddenly slapped a spirit beast pouch at his waist. With a flash of black light, a two-headed black serpent appeared. Though only three feet long, its triangular heads and the green gas it emitted clearly indicated its venomous nature.

The six-headed saintly hand then spat out a small white flag wrapped in black light. Under the old demon's incantation, it expanded into a large white bone banner, which made Han Li's eyes widen.

The banner was entirely crafted from human bones, with eerie gray-white runes and three different-sized skulls at the top, which laughed sinisterly, making one's blood churn.

With a low shout, the old demon pressed his palm on the bone banner. The skulls emitted black mists that swallowed his severed arm, causing the skulls to grow larger and glow with blood-red light.

Seeing this, the old demon felt somewhat relieved, knowing that escaping from Han Li's speed was futile. He decided to fight to the death, revealing his trump card.

Han Li, frowning at the bone banner, did not underestimate it due to its intense sinister aura.

At that moment, the Sky Blue Beast's voice came in astonishment, "Three Gods Bone Banner? I didn't expect your world to have someone capable of crafting this evil artifact. Incredible!"

"Sky Blue Beast, do you recognize it?" Han Li asked.

"In our spirit world, it's one of the seven great evil artifacts. However, this one seems to be a mere imitation with only a fraction of the true banner's power. Still, it's made through extremely bloody means, and most who craft it meet gruesome ends. This one must have sacrificed many cultivators," the Sky Blue Beast replied, its tone both admiring and fearful.