Han Li glanced at the broad-faced middle-aged man and noticed that the face he was using to present himself was also transformed through a mask from the No-Change Alliance.

Although the appearance transformed by this mask seemed no different from ordinary people, in front of others wearing similar masks, one could feel a faint connection between the masks, which was also the reliance for communication among members of the No-Change Alliance.

Jiao Jiu and Jiao Sixteen also noticed this and immediately stepped into the courtyard one after the other through the crack in the door.

Han Li hesitated slightly before following them in.

After the broad-faced man and the other two entered the courtyard, he peeked outside the door before closing it again.

The courtyard was about a hundred zhang in size. Inside, besides a withered yellow old tree, there was only a set of cyan-grey stone table and stools placed under the tree.

Except for the mud around the roots of the old tree, the rest of the area was paved with brand new cyan bricks, which were clean and tidy, without even a single fallen leaf.

Further inside, directly facing the gate was a main house, with several side rooms on either side, all with their doors ajar.

The broad-faced man led the way while turning back to say to the three of them:

"Knowing that the superiors would send someone, I have been waiting here for a long time. I wonder which senior is in charge of this matter this time?"

Ever since entering the courtyard, Han Li had been observing the person in front of him. Just as the other party asked this question, a cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he raised a fist and slammed it towards the man's back.

The man was startled, but seemed to have anticipated this, and a red light suddenly appeared on his back, transforming into a silver, shimmering round shield, blocking in front of him.

There was a muffled "bang".

The silver round shield shattered, and the man was knocked backward, falling heavily on the stone steps in front of the main house. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and his aura immediately weakened a lot.

Jiao Jiu and the other two had obviously sensed something was wrong. Just as the three of them were about to step forward, an unexpected change occurred!

There was a "buzzing" sound.

The surrounding void blurred and twisted, and within a radius of several hundred zhang centered on the small courtyard, beams of red light shot into the sky simultaneously. Then, a huge blood-colored array diagram appeared in the air, its surface covered with countless blood-colored runes swirling uncertainly.

Before Han Li and the others could react, a flash of red light appeared in the center of the array diagram, and the three of them, along with the broad-faced man, appeared in a blood-colored space.

This space did not seem like the real world, and it seemed endless in all directions.

Above everyone's heads, layers of thick blood-colored dark clouds were piled up. The ground beneath their feet was crimson, as if soaked in blood, and even the surrounding air was filled with an unpleasant bloody smell.

Just as everyone was looking around in surprise, the entire blood-colored space suddenly shook violently. Hundreds of large and small cracks instantly opened on the surrounding ground, and thick blood-colored mist emerged from them.

Within the mist, blurry figures crawled out.

Ghastly howls rose!

It turned out to be blood ghosts with bodies covered in blood, as if their skin had just been peeled off, constantly crawling out of the cracks in the ground.

As soon as these hideous blood ghosts crawled out, they let out a series of low, hoarse, strange cries and pounced towards Han Li and the others.

"Fellow Daoists, be careful. Don't just pay attention to those blood ghosts. The aura here is also a bit strange," Jiao Jiu said, scanning the blood ghosts with his eyes, then looking at the blood clouds in the sky and reminding Han Li and the others.

Han Li naturally noticed that the bloody aura filling the entire space seemed to contain a strange ferocity that could directly reach one's sea of consciousness, causing a kind of manic and restless feeling deep in one's heart.

However, with the strength of his divine soul, this level of influence was not a cause for concern.

After reminding the two, Jiao Jiu flipped his hand and took out a piece of milky white jade strung with gold thread and hung it around his neck. The white jade shone with a glimmering light, emitting a crystal clear light that enveloped his entire body.

Then, he waved his hand, and a blue light flashed in front of him. A rolling wave of blue water surged out, instantly engulfing a dozen blood ghosts that had rushed in front of him, tearing them into pieces and dissipating into clouds of blood mist.

Jiao Sixteen also silently took out a purple talisman, stuck it on the center of his brow, and disappeared with a flash of purple light. Then, he roared in a low voice, and a series of cracking sounds came from his body. The muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen began to bulge rapidly.

He leaped high into the air and crashed into the blood ghost army like a meteor, smashing seven or eight blood ghosts into pieces.

Seeing this, Han Li also pretended to take a pill and swallowed it. Then, he took a big step forward and punched two blood ghosts that were approaching him, sending them flying.

During their flight, the two blood ghosts crashed into a dozen blood ghosts that were rushing towards them. After a series of muffled bangs, they all turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The three of them soon discovered that although these blood ghosts surging from all directions like a tide seemed fierce and evil, they were not difficult to deal with, and could even be said to be vulnerable.

The problem was that they seemed endless. After knocking down one batch, more blood ghosts would quickly emerge from the cracks in the ground. They could not be killed no matter how hard they tried, and the three of them were quickly surrounded by hundreds of blood ghosts.

On the other side, the broad-faced man who had been injured by Han Li had slightly reddened eyes and a look of horror on his face, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. He kept offering various magic treasures. First, he took out a set of array flags and arranged them around him. Then, he offered a treasure mirror and suspended it in the air above his head. A red light flashed on his body, and he gained a blood-red armor.

Layers upon layers of protective light shields constantly appeared around him, wrapping him layer by layer. The blood ghosts rushing over from the outside could not get close for a while and could only frantically wave their ghost claws, attacking the seven or eight layers of protective light shields.

The broad-faced man still seemed a little uneasy. He held a blood-colored long sword in his hand and looked around, looking somewhat anxious.

Obviously, although he could use magic treasures and arrays to block the endless blood ghosts, he could not block the bloody aura from infecting his divine soul.

As expected, before long, the man roared to the sky with bloodshot eyes, as if he had lost his mind, and waved the blood sword wildly.

Without his control, the power of the surrounding magic treasures and arrays was greatly reduced, and the outermost light shield was quickly torn to pieces by the blood ghosts.

Han Li, who was fighting with the blood ghosts not far away, suddenly thought of something and quickly transmitted a message to Jiao Jiu and Jiao Sixteen:

"The more of these ghosts we kill, the denser the bloody aura here will become."

"That's right! We must leave as soon as possible, otherwise, if we stay here for too long, we may be affected by it," Jiao Jiu said with a look of realization.

"Fellow Daoists, I have a way to break through this space, but I need you two to protect me for a moment," Jiao Sixteen said urgently after knocking away several blood ghosts in front of him.

"Okay! Fellow Daoist, please cast your spell."

As Han Li spoke, he grabbed towards the front with both hands like lightning, and then threw them out. Immediately, two blood ghosts were thrown directly to the left of Jiao Sixteen, smashing into a group of blood ghosts.

On the other side, Jiao Jiu knocked away the several blood ghosts blocking his path in one breath, and then leaped to the right of Jiao Sixteen. He pinched a magic seal with both hands in front of him, and a chanting sound also rang out at the same time.

Accompanied by a series of low "rumbling" sounds, a mass of light-condensed blue water mist condensed in front of Jiao Jiu, from which came waves of rich water power.

He shouted in a low voice, "Go!" and pushed his hands forward violently.

"Aooo..."

A dragon's roar sounded, and a dark blue water dragon rushed out of the water mist in front of him, baring its fangs and claws as it charged towards the blood ghost army to the right of Jiao Sixteen.

"Boom boom boom" a series of loud noises.

With water splashing everywhere, dozens of blood ghosts were knocked over and thrown into chaos by the water dragon in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Han Li's figure had appeared on the right side of Jiao Sixteen, constantly shuttling through the blood ghosts, punching them away one by one with wide, powerful movements. His eyes, however, flashed with blue light as he scanned the surroundings.

Seeing this, Jiao Sixteen quickly returned to his original form and sat down cross-legged on the spot. With a wave of his hand, a triangular black iron awl appeared in front of him, its tip pointing towards the sky.

The surface of this object was covered with circles of small, seemingly obscure runes, and it emitted waves of spatial fluctuations. It seemed to be a low-grade acquired immortal artifact containing a trace of the power of laws.

This scene caused a hint of surprise to flash in the eyes of Han Li and Jiao Jiu.

After all, there were not many people in the entire Black Wind Sea who possessed immortal artifacts, let alone Jiao Sixteen, who was only a loose immortal.

Jiao Sixteen folded his hands in front of him, and a low, unhurried chanting sound came from his mouth.

After a while, the chanting in his mouth stopped, and he reached out and smeared his palm on the iron awl in front of him. Immediately, a cut opened in the center of his palm, and blood gurgled out.

The iron awl, stained with blood, suddenly shone brightly, as if it was burning, turning completely red, and the spatial fluctuations emanating from it became even stronger.

Just then, a scream suddenly rang out somewhere in the blood-colored space.

Han Li and Jiao Jiu immediately glanced in the direction of the sound.

They saw that the broad-faced man from before had had all his protective shields torn to pieces, and his entire body was submerged in the dense blood ghosts.

But the next moment, a ball of red light suddenly lit up from within, and then flashed and rushed upwards from the blood ghosts. It was the broad-faced man's nascent soul, holding a blood-colored small sword, rushing into the high sky with a look of madness on its face.

However, before it could fly far, an unexpected change occurred again!

A crack suddenly opened in a blood cloud in the sky, and a purplish-black round bowl flew out from it.

As it spun around, it emitted an extremely powerful suction force, instantly sucking in the completely irrational nascent soul.

As soon as the nascent soul entered the bowl, a strange force immediately pounced on it, crushing it into powder and turning it into a piece of crystal light that disappeared into the bowl.

Then, incomprehensible runes appeared on the surface of the bowl, black light flickering faintly, as if engraved on it.