(Second Update)

"Last time in Tianshui City, this kid inexplicably broke my Blood Mang Space. I thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seems that this person really has some tricks up his sleeve." The purple-robed old man narrowed his eyes slightly, pointing at Han Li.

"Chou Wu, it seems you're interested in him. Then he's yours. We'll deal with those two." The black-skirted ugly woman's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Just what I wanted." Chou Wu chuckled.

While the three burly men were talking, Han Li and the others were also sizing them up, their expressions somewhat gloomy.

The opponents were three loose immortals in the early True Immortal Realm. Logically, their strength was inferior to Han Li's group, but now, apart from Han Li, the other two were seriously injured. If they really fought here, they might not be able to escape for a while.

"These three must be Gongshu Hong's other three loose immortal subordinates." Jiao Ba licked his somewhat dry lips, transmitting his voice to Han Li and the others.

"This place is filled with weirdness. If we stay here for too long, other variables might appear." Han Li's gaze quickly swept over the dim, blood-colored patterns on the surrounding walls, replying through voice transmission.

"We must make a quick decision and not hold back any means." Jiao Jiu took a deep breath.

Before he finished speaking, the three burly men had already rushed over.

Without any apparent movements, the void in front of Han Li and the others suddenly rippled, and hundreds of blood-colored light blades appeared out of thin air, densely covering Han Li and the others.

Han Li's eyes flashed, and he took half a step back, pulling his fist back to his waist. After a brief accumulation of power, he suddenly punched forward.

An invisible force surged out, and a series of sounds like rain hitting plantain leaves echoed.

The blood-colored light blades slowed down, and then, with a flash of blood-colored light on their surface, they exploded, turning into bursts of blood-colored crystal light that dissipated.

Before the crystal light dissipated, Chou Wu and the others scattered in mid-air, rushing towards Han Li and the others.

Jiao Ba, seeing the approaching burly man with a beard, his expression darkened. Regardless of his injuries, he activated a magic art with his hand.

A brilliant green light flew out from his body and quickly expanded, condensing into a thin man in white robes beside him.

The thin man's eyebrows and eyes looked quite similar to Jiao Ba's, but his skin was greenish-blue, and his body was shrouded in a layer of green light. He was none other than Jiao Ba's Earthly Incarnation.

As soon as it condensed, its body swayed and blocked in front of Jiao Ba. With a slight bow, it opened its mouth and took a deep breath forward.

In an instant, the wind howled, and white air currents surged wildly from all directions, turning into a trumpet-shaped white vortex that poured into its mouth, causing its abdomen to swell rapidly. Then, it opened its mouth again.

With a "whoosh!"

A visible green air wave spewed out of its mouth and, after a somersault, directly transformed into a green wind dragon more than ten feet long, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced forward.

Seeing this, the burly man with a beard sneered. Without much accumulation of power, he raised his fist and slammed it forward.

A hideous white bone fist armor appeared on his fist, and with a flash of spiritual light on its surface, a huge fist shadow shaped like a devil flew out from it, meeting the green wind dragon.

With a "boom," a loud noise erupted.

The green wind dragon and the devil fist shadow exploded simultaneously, and countless green wind blades poured out from it, strangling in all directions.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Sharp sounds echoed continuously in the underground palace. The ground, walls, and stone pillars were like tofu, and the wind blades cut out extremely deep gashes in them.

After the burly man with a beard threw a punch, a layer of faint blood light appeared on his body. Without dodging or avoiding, he directly rushed into the dense wind blades, continuing to rush towards Jiao Ba.

The wind blades landed on the blood light on his body, making popping sounds, unable to penetrate it at all.

Jiao Ba gritted his teeth and, together with his Earthly Incarnation, leaped forward to meet him.

On the other side, after a fierce collision with Lu Kun, the black-skirted ugly woman, wrapped in thick black mist, floated backward.

However, before her feet touched the ground, her brows suddenly furrowed.

A black light flashed in the void beneath her feet, and a black mist lotus suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Her slender toes lightly stepped on the black lotus without deviating, and her body leaped up again, landing on the other side.

At her original landing point, ripples suddenly rippled in the blood-filled ground, and a black figure holding a blue water sword flashed out from it. It was Lu Kun's Earthly Incarnation.

Seeing that this hidden move had not worked, Lu Kun's expression darkened. He summoned the black-robed old man and attacked the black-skirted woman.

Not far away, Chou Wu looked at Han Li not far away with a strange expression and said coldly:

"Kid, I noticed last time that you were not simple. I didn't expect you to be a Profound Immortal. I happen to be missing a suitable body to refine a blood puppet, and your True Extremity Body is just right."

Han Li glanced at him, curled his lip, and did not answer, but slightly raised his clenched fist.

Seeing this, the purple-robed old man's eyes twitched violently, and the killing intent in his eyes became fierce.

With a flip of his palm, a purple-black round bowl appeared in the center of his palm. Red light flickered inside the bowl, rippling constantly, as if it were filled with scarlet blood.

As Chou Wu chanted, the red light within the round bowl suddenly intensified. The blood, which had only been rippling slightly, was now boiling, surging wildly within the bowl.

If one looked closely, one could see that the surging blood revealed faces of struggling and wailing evil ghosts, all vying to reach out of the bowl, as if trying to escape.

"Hurry!"

With Chou Wu's command, the light on the round bowl suddenly blazed, and a large amount of blood poured out, turning into a monstrous blood wave covering a hundred-zhang range, covering Han Li.

An extremely foul odor filled the air, and mournful howls echoed continuously. The surrounding yin qi was overwhelming, as if the underworld had descended.

It was as if all the cultivators and mortals who had died here had returned to life at this moment, releasing their resentment and killing intent to their heart's content.

Feeling this bloody, ghostly aura, Han Li frowned slightly.

With a wave of his wrist, the yellow round mirror flew out. The mirror surface brightened, releasing a yellow light that turned into a ring-shaped light curtain, shrouding him.

As soon as the light curtain appeared, the blood wave had already rushed over, hitting it heavily.

With a loud "boom,"

The yellow light curtain trembled violently, then stabilized.

But the next moment, the surface of the light curtain stained with the blood wave made a "hissing" sound, emitting a large amount of white vapor, as if it were about to melt. The yellow round mirror suspended in mid-air also trembled continuously.

With a crisp "crack," the round mirror shattered, and it crashed to the ground, devoid of spiritual light.

Without the yellow light curtain blocking it, the surging blood wave immediately rushed over, engulfing Han Li's figure completely.

Han Li only felt a flash of blood light in front of him, and his whole body was immediately immersed in a vast sea of blood. The blood was extremely viscous, causing his figure to stagnate.

In addition, as the blood soaked him, although the True Extremity Membrane on his body still emitted a faint light, he could clearly feel that the light membrane was constantly being invaded by a subtle force of filth.

And in the surrounding blood, there were hideous figures swimming constantly.

Regardless of their age, whether male or female, they were all ferocious, baring their fangs and claws, tearing at him.

He uttered a low shout, and after a blur of his arms, countless fist shadows densely emerged, destroying more than a hundred figures that surged around him with one blow. At the same time, golden scales appeared on his body, and his figure rose a head out of thin air. He wanted to burst out of the blood in one fell swoop.

"Still want to escape? Dream on!"

Seeing this, Chou Wu shouted angrily, and a blood light appeared in his hand. He suddenly slapped the round bowl, and dense runes flew out from it, sinking into the blood sea that trapped Han Li.

Han Li only felt the surrounding blood shake violently and spin rapidly in a certain direction, and the temperature rose sharply, boiling like boiling water.

Soon, the temperature in the blood had become comparable to the scorching lava in a volcano.

Han Li's figure also shook violently in the boiling blood whirlpool, and his skin and golden scales turned red. The pulling force from the blood increased several times, and he could not get out for a while.

His expression froze, and with a wave of his palm, a clear cry rang out, and the Essence Flame Firebird immediately flew out of his body, turning into a silver flame, wrapping him.

With the barrier of this fire, the hot blood could no longer approach him.

Even, under the high temperature of the silver flame, the blood around Han Li quickly evaporated.

Soon, a vacuum zone formed beside him, and the pulling force disappeared.

"No time to waste with you!"

Han Li said, his body rushed upwards, and the originally viscous and hot blood dissipated in front of the shield formed by the Essence Flame Firebird.

He immediately soared out of the blood whirlpool, and then, without saying a word, he raised his hand and punched Chou Wu fiercely.

The latter was shocked, and he quickly waved his hands in front of him, forming a magic seal.

The round bowl immediately expanded several times, and the runes engraved on the bowl lit up, emitting a circle of black light, blocking him.

With a loud "boom!"

The black light in front of the purple-robed old man exploded as the fist shadow landed, turning into countless fragments that scattered. The light on the black round bowl suddenly dimmed, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared, shrinking back to its original size.

Chou Wu's chest and abdomen shook, he groaned, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He retracted the round bowl, touched the cracks on it with a trembling hand, and said with shock, "How is this possible..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistle rang out, and a silver firebird, dragging a long tail of flames, shot towards him like an arrow.