Almost the instant the round bowl devoured the nascent soul, an old man who appeared to be over sixty years old, wearing a blood-moon purple robe, suddenly flew out of the blood clouds. Without saying a word, he raised a hand and pointed in the direction of the round bowl.

With a "buzz," sound,

The runes on the surface of the round bowl shone brightly with black light, intertwining to form countless dense lines. Then, a solid black beam, as thick as a bowl, shot out from the bowl, speeding towards Jiao Shiliu below.

Its speed surpassed even the instantaneous movement of a nascent soul. Han Li and Jiao Jiu, entangled by the blood ghosts, were unable to intervene in time.

Jiao Shiliu was at the final moment of casting his spell. Faced with this sudden situation, he naturally had no way to avoid it.

In the nick of time, he had no choice but to abruptly turn the tip of the awl, redirecting the iron awl, which was originally intended to pierce the sky, to meet the black beam.

A light had just begun to shine on the already crimson iron awl, but before it could be emitted from the tip, it was struck by the black beam with a "boom," and exploded.

It was as if a dazzling sun suddenly rose in front of Jiao Shiliu. A blinding crimson light burst forth, generating a violent and unparalleled surge of air that swept outwards, pushing the surrounding blood mist away for hundreds of feet.

The densely packed blood ghosts were thrown into the air by the hurricane. Han Li and Jiao Jiu, enduring the impact of the air, rushed towards Jiao Shiliu.

But before they could reach him, the crimson light receded, and the two men's eyes froze.

They saw Jiao Shiliu collapsed on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, seemingly unconscious. Several iron-skewer-like black pillars were piercing through his limbs and torso, pinning him firmly to the ground, faintly revealing waves of law energy.

Immediately afterward, a series of dense rolling thunder sounds came from the high sky.

Han Li and Jiao Jiu paused and retreated backward at the same time.

Boom rumble!

Clusters of red thunder-fire, the size of millstones, fell from the sky, exploding and submerging the original position of the two with blinding lightning.

After steadying themselves, Han Li and Jiao Jiu looked up at the sky simultaneously.

They saw the purple-robed old man holding the round bowl in one hand, his gaunt face shrouded in a layer of strange red light. Around him, in the blood-colored clouds, lightning flashed wildly.

"Hehe, this old man had long expected that those guys must have accomplices, but I didn't expect it would be three True Immortals arriving together. This makes this old man somewhat flattered. If you don't want to completely lose your minds, obediently surrender!" The old man said with a chuckle, seeing Han Li and Jiao Jiu looking up.

"If you know what's good for you, quickly let us out," Jiao Jiu said coldly.

"Tsk tsk, you dare to be so arrogant when death is imminent! In that case, let this old man entertain you all properly." The purple-robed old man sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the round bowl flew out of his hand. With a spin, thunder rumbled immediately within the surrounding blood-colored clouds. Then, hundreds of red thunder-fire fell from them, covering Han Li and Jiao Jiu like a rain of fire meteors.

"Boom rumble!"

A series of earth-shattering explosions rang out one after another, causing the entire space to shake violently.

Each cluster of thunder-fire that fell would leave a large pit in the ground, from which a large cloud of blood-colored flames would erupt and splash in all directions.

Before long, the ground within a few miles was covered with clusters of dark-colored blood-colored flames, like enchanting blood lotuses blooming all over the earth, radiating waves of amazing heat.

Whether the old man did it intentionally or unintentionally, the thunder-fire all avoided Jiao Shiliu, who was already under his control. Only a few flames splashed on him, burning the originally unconscious man and waking him up again, causing him to wail in pain.

Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, and his body moved constantly, dodging and weaving between the sky full of thunder-fire and blood ghosts, but he still could not avoid being splashed by the flames.

Even with his current physical body, he still felt a tingling sensation on his skin. Even more strangely, he felt that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling with the beating of the flames, and a trace of mania rose from the depths of his heart.

However, with a thought, a cool sensation rose from his dantian, circled in his head, and the mania vanished instantly.

Not far away, Jiao Jiu held a blue gourd in his hand, from which gushed out streams of blue water light, forming a layer of blue water film around him, allowing him to temporarily avoid the blood flames. However, under the relentless barrage of thunder-fire and the encirclement of blood ghosts, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.

In just a few breaths, the nearby space was almost covered by blood-colored flames, and the space for the two to dodge became smaller and smaller.

During this time, the blood ghosts that emerged from the cracks in the ground gathered in greater numbers. They seemed to be completely unaffected by the blood flames. Instead, they became more agile and fierce within them, fearlessly surrounding and killing Han Li and his companion.

Jiao Jiu swayed, barely dodging several clusters of thunder-fire, and immediately a number of blood ghosts surrounded him.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which disappeared into the blue gourd in a flash.

Immediately, the gourd shone brightly with blue light. After countless blue runes surged and flashed wildly, a sound of a great river surging came from the gourd.

Whoosh!

Rolling waves of water surged out from the mouth of the gourd, transforming into blue-armored water soldiers, wielding ice spears, to meet the blood ghost army on all sides.

After doing all this, he moved his lips slightly and transmitted his voice to Han Li not far away:

"Jiao Shiwu, we can't delay any longer! I'll try to hold that person back. You quickly go and rescue Jiao Shiliu and help him break through this space."

After speaking, a hint of red light flashed in his eyes, and his whole body suddenly turned into a crystalline rainbow, rushing straight towards the purple-robed old man in mid-air.

However, Han Li seemed to have not heard anything and did not answer Jiao Jiu.

He first raised his hand and punched away the blood ghosts surrounding him. Then, after swaying a few times and dodging several clusters of thunder-fire, he suddenly changed direction and rushed towards a certain void in the rear.

Jiao Jiu, who had just rushed to the front of the purple-robed old man, was slightly startled when he saw this scene. He was immediately enraged and shouted angrily:

"Jiao Shiwu, where are you going?"

Before he could finish speaking, a solid black beam pierced through the air. It was the purple-robed old man urging the round bowl in his hand to release an attack, shooting down towards his head.

He quickly urged the blue gourd in front of him, and several blue lights gushed out from it. After rolling, they formed a huge blue vortex in front of him.

With a "bang" sound,

The black beam landed in the center of the vortex, exploding with a cloud of black light. The blue vortex quickly shrank amid the rumbling sound.

At this moment, the sound of breaking air greatly increased!

Several more solid black beams fell from the round bowl, forcing Jiao Jiu to immediately ignore Han Li and urge the blue gourd to continuously spray blue light, desperately resisting.

However, at this moment, the red light in his eyes gradually increased, and the white jade hanging on his chest became somewhat dim, not as crystal clear as before.

"Haha, your companion has abandoned you! But don't worry, he can't escape this blood-light space!" The purple-robed old man did not even look at Han Li, urging the round bowl in his hand, and laughed wildly.

At this time, Han Li had already taken the opportunity to appear hundreds of feet away. Without saying a word, he raised his fist and punched down towards a certain void in front of him.

With a loud "boom,"

The entire blood-colored space suddenly shook. A bright ray of light lit up at the place where Han Li's fist landed, and then turned into a white crack that stretched for thousands of miles.

A sound like the shattering of a mirror rang out. The entire blood-colored space suddenly broke from the white crack, and then turned into countless fragments and disappeared.

The surroundings suddenly brightened.

The figures of Han Li and his companions reappeared in the sky above the secluded courtyard in the south of Tianshui City. At this time, in the alley outside the courtyard, eight monks wearing blood-moon blue robes were lying scattered, with some array disks scattered beside them.

They were naturally the ones who had summoned and controlled the blood-colored space formation before. They were all Integration Stage cultivators. When Han Li broke the space, they seemed to have suffered some kind of backlash and fainted, looking like they were bleeding from all seven orifices and on the verge of death.

In the courtyard, Jiao Shiliu, covered in black, was lying motionless beside the withered old tree.

The black light skewers on his body had disappeared, and his aura seemed a little unstable, but there was no danger to his life.

With a loud "boom!"

A dazzling light exploded in the sky above the small courtyard, and two figures separated from it, flying backward on either side.

Jiao Jiu, who retreated towards the main house, gradually lost the red light in his eyes. His divine consciousness became clear again, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, the purple-robed old man's face became very ugly. In addition to being shocked, his gaze towards Han Li seemed particularly resentful.

He never expected that Han Li, who seemed to be the weakest among the three, would be able to discover the weak point of the formation and destroy the entire formation with his own strength.

It should be known that the stability of this Bloodlight Space is far from comparable to ordinary formations. Even if ordinary immortals can find flaws, they may not be able to break through them.

But this thought flashed by, and he slammed the bottom of the round bowl, and circles of strange fluctuations visible to the naked eye quickly spread out from it.

A series of popping sounds suddenly came from the alley.

The heads of those Integration Stage cultivators exploded one after another. Under the attraction of this fluctuation, one nascent soul after another turned into a stream of blood light and disappeared into those round bowls in a flash, and were instantly ground into powder.

However, a layer of white light lit up on one of them, as if some treasure was resisting this strange fluctuation, and his head did not explode. This surprised the purple-robed old man slightly, but he did not care much and urged the magic again.

The black runes on the round bowl shone brightly again, and two black beams, thicker than before, shot out instantly, heading towards Han Li and the two who were rushing towards him.

Seeing this, Jiao Jiu flashed the spirit patterns on the surface of the blue gourd in his hand, and the mouth of the gourd suddenly sprayed out a crystal-clear water column as thick as a bucket.

With a "boom" sound,

Black and blue light suddenly exploded, and countless water droplets splashed down from the sky.

Jiao Jiu's body was shaken by the aftermath of the explosion and flew out dozens of feet before he stabilized his body again.

Han Li, on the other side, had to shake his body several times in order to avoid the black light attack.

When he stabilized his body again and looked up at the sky, it was calm and tranquil. Where could he still see the figure of the purple-robed old man?