"An Avatar? No..."

Han Li cried out inwardly, shocked but reacting without the slightest hesitation.

Seven clusters of white light on his chest and abdomen suddenly flared, and an arm, thicker by a ring, violently swung out, smashing towards the second figure.

"Boom!"

The figure was struck by the immense force and immediately flew backward.

Just then, Han Li suddenly felt a chill behind his neck. He barely managed to turn his head before a sharp blade struck the area where his shoulder met his neck.

"Puff!"

Several golden scales near Han Li's shoulder and neck shattered, blood splattering as he was sent flying forward by a tremendous force.

But in the next moment, he forcibly twisted his body slightly and saw a third black-clad youth appearing behind him. From their figures to their auras, they were identical to the previous two.

Han Li's heart tightened. He used the momentum to perform a somersault in mid-air and stabilized himself a hundred feet away. His eyes flashed with blue light as he activated the Bright Sight Spirit Eyes.

At the same time, the remaining white flying swords also swept out, crisscrossing around him, forming a dense sword net that enveloped his entire body.

The three black-clad youths saw this, and the corners of their mouths all curled up slightly, a mocking smile appearing on their faces.

With a simultaneous blur, the three of them flew towards Han Li from three different directions. Their black sabers were wreathed in swirling runes, causing the nearby void to distort.

Han Li's eyes glowed intensely with blue light, and his gaze swiftly swept across the three continuous afterimages and the trajectories they traced in the air, taking in every detail of their expressions, gestures, and the black sabers in their hands.

Everything seemed real...

"This is...a clone technique using the Law of Speed!" He suddenly realized, his brows furrowing even tighter.

"Clang!" A sharp sound rang out!

A white flying sword was struck hard, its flight impeded, and it abruptly stalled.

A gap in the sword net, which it had failed to fill, was immediately pierced by a burst of saber light aimed straight for Han Li's heart.

Han Li suddenly turned and threw a punch, hitting the saber light head-on.

Then came a series of clanging sounds.

Han Li scanned his surroundings and saw a black-clad man wielding a saber, his figure flashing around him, parrying and slashing, constantly dismantling his sword net defense.

Although Han Li's Bright Sight Spirit Eyes could keep up with the opponent's movements, the nine flying swords, guided by his will, were always a step too slow, quickly becoming fragmented, chaotic, and unmanageable.

The other two avatars surrounding him continued to harass him, seizing every opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Soon, a dozen bloody cuts appeared on Han Li's body.

Fortunately, his physical body was already strong, and the True Devil Body he had cultivated was extraordinary. Although Fang Pan's avatars managed to land blows, they were never able to inflict a fatal injury.

However, he knew that this situation probably wouldn't last long.

Because the brocade-robed old man's formation had reached its final stage.

With a buzzing sound, the void suddenly trembled within a radius of hundreds of feet around Han Li, and a patch of earthy yellow light illuminated, even the raging wind and sand that swept across the heavens and earth stagnated, as if imprisoned by an invisible force.

Seeing this, Han Li did not hesitate and formed a hand seal with one hand.

"Rumble..."

In mid-air, a thunderous roar erupted, and countless silver arcs of electricity shot out from his body, instantly forming a silver lightning formation around him. A large amount of silver serpent-like lightning immediately enveloped him.

The brocade-robed old man cried out "Not good!" and immediately pointed at the formation plate in his hand. The yellow light in the formation flared up, and an even stronger pressure came crashing down.

Han Li immediately felt sluggish, and his movements to activate the lightning formation slowed down.

Fang Pan would not miss this opportunity. The three avatars, their eyes filled with ferocity, arrived instantly from three directions. Their three black sabers waved slightly and then blurred into a dazzling series of saber lights that slashed down in a continuous line.

Han Li gritted his teeth inwardly, and the Thunder Roc bloodline was instantly activated to its limit.

"Boom!"

A dazzling silver light suddenly flashed in mid-air, and all the lightning, along with Han Li's figure, disappeared at the same time.

Almost at the same time, a vast expanse of earthy yellow light swept in from all directions like a roaring tsunami!

The saber lights also fell like a torrential storm, tearing apart everything around Han Li's original position, forming black, swirling hurricanes that shattered the silver light that had not yet dissipated into fragments.

Then, Fang Pan's three figures merged into one in mid-air, holding his saber and standing suspended in the place where Han Li had disappeared, his face uncertain.

Seeing this, the brocade-robed old man also stopped casting his spell and flew to his side, sniffing the air twice before saying,

"There is still a lot of residual blood in the air. He withstood the combined attack of you and your avatars to avoid interrupting the lightning formation. He will definitely not be in good shape."

"Three hundred years ago, this person not only didn't die, but has now cultivated the body of a Mysterious Immortal. That attack just now was probably not enough to injure his foundation. I will trouble Feng to search for his whereabouts again. We must not let him escape again next time." After a moment of silence, Fang Pan slowly said.

The brocade-robed old man silently nodded and began to form hand seals in front of him...

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, above a sand dune, a thunderous sound suddenly rang out.

A silver arc of electricity, as thick as a water tank, poured down from the sky. Amidst the flashing of electric light, a figure stumbled out of it in a disheveled state and fell to the ground.

It was Han Li, who had just escaped.

As soon as he landed, he immediately released his spiritual sense, scanning everything within tens of thousands of miles. After seeing that there was nothing amiss, he took out two pills, swallowed them, and closed his eyes to meditate.

After a while, his breathing gradually stabilized, but his face was still very unsightly.

He still had no idea about the identities of those two people, but seeing their intense killing intent towards him, he had some guesses in his heart.

First, it might be related to the bounty from the so-called "Ten Directions Pavilion," as it was in the Spirit寰界 Realm, and these two people were here for the reward.

Second, it was very likely related to the three hundred years of lost memories.

Of course, what he couldn't understand the most was how the other party recognized him, despite the fact that he was now using the No Constant Alliance mask to transform his appearance.

But no matter which possibility it was, he couldn't verify it now. Not only were those two people's cultivation realms higher than his, but their methods were also extremely strange. One had mastered the Law of Speed, and the other seemed to be proficient in formations and restrictions. Now was not a wise time to confront them head-on.

While his thoughts were running through his mind, he stood up from the ground and flipped his wrist, revealing the map of the Desolate Flood Continent in his palm.

After briefly looking at it, he put the map away again, identified the direction, and with a flash of light, shot towards the distance, his figure disappearing into the sky in an instant.

Half a day later, above a winding mountain range, a sharp sound of air being torn apart rang out.

Wrapped in azure light, Han Li flew down towards the forest below with a solemn expression.

After landing, he immediately sat down cross-legged, taking out pills and swallowing them while releasing his spiritual sense, closing his eyes to meditate.

After only an incense stick's worth of time, his eyes suddenly opened, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"They've caught up so quickly?" he muttered to himself and immediately stood up.

At the edge of his spiritual sense's range, two powerful auras suddenly appeared, rushing towards him at an incredibly fast speed.

Without saying a word, Han Li's body glowed with azure light, and with a loud explosion, his figure shot out, disappearing into the sky above the forest.

...

Two days later, early morning.

Above a vast and boundless primeval forest, a faint azure light suddenly flashed, and a tall figure emerged from it, losing its balance and falling towards the dense forest below.

There was a loud "boom".

A towering tree, thick enough for five people to embrace, was struck by the figure and shattered directly, scattering large pieces of branches and wood chips.

In the dense forest, countless birds and beasts were startled, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

The figure that struck the giant tree sat up from the broken debris, wiping his face, which was wet with mountain forest dew. It was Han Li.

At this moment, he had once again transformed his appearance, looking like a middle-aged man with a square face.

In his eyes, which were as deep as an old well, a few bright rays of light flickered, but they could not hide the exhaustion all over him.

In the past two days, he had been constantly flying and fleeing, and the immortal spiritual power in his body had almost been exhausted, but he still couldn't shake off the black-clad youth and the brocade-robed old man who were chasing him relentlessly. Those two seemed determined to put him to death.

"It seems that running like this is not a solution after all. At least I have to find a way to figure out who they are..." Han Li muttered after taking out several pills and swallowing them.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and meditated, restoring the immortal spiritual power in his body to the maximum extent.

After about a cup of tea's worth of time, his eyes reopened, and he sensed a powerful spiritual power fluctuation in his spiritual sense again.

However, this time, he did not rush to leave, but slowly stood up, flew to the sky above the dense forest, stood suspended in the air, and looked towards the distant sky.

At the end of the sky, a streak of azure light suddenly shot over at an astonishing speed, and after a few breaths, it came to a place no more than a thousand feet away from him.

In the azure light, the black-clad youth had a stern look on his face and held a black saber, while the brocade-robed old man was nowhere to be seen.

"Your Excellency doesn't hesitate to heavily reward me on the Ten Directions Pavilion, what exactly is your purpose?" Han Li saw the fierce killing intent in the other party's eyes and saw that his current appearance obviously hadn't deceived the other party, so he shouted immediately.

Fang Pan was slightly stunned when he heard the sound, but without any intention of answering, he twisted his wrist, and his figure suddenly became blurred, turning into a series of vague afterimages in mid-air.

Seeing this, Han Li's eyes flashed with light, and the True Spirit Bloodline in his body then operated.