Zhao Wei's words instantly gave Han Lang a different feeling. Without hesitation, he immediately roared at everyone.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat! Be careful!"
However, it seemed everything was too late.
Following Zhao Wei's furious roar.
"Golden Luo Clone!"
Ten golden clones instantly split from his body.
With almost no hesitation, these clones attacked the crowd.
"Damn it! When did he cast that spell? I didn't even see it!" Ma Long exclaimed in shock, shouting as he fled.
"It's useless to talk about that now! We need to find a way to deal with these clones quickly!" Tang Geng, ever rational, directly offered a solution.
"Tang Geng is right! Perhaps under our encirclement, Zhao Wei was constantly rolling, obstructing our vision. Now that it's a done deal, we need to find a way to deal with these clones first!"
Song Heguo made a simple guess and still ordered everyone to find a way to solve the clone problem.
Ever since Han Lang felt Zhao Wei was about to release a martial skill, he had directly transformed the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle into a long staff.
As if the Great Sage had descended, he wielded the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle and engaged one of the clones in battle.
Han Lang's strength, coupled with the special attributes of the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, made a single clone no match for him. With a simple four or five strikes, the clone before him was completely annihilated into dust.
"Don't worry, leave the clones to me. I'll deal with them one by one!"
Han Lang rested the long staff on his back, about to go and support Huang Yuhua, who was struggling to resist.
But before he could move, Zhao Wei's main body suddenly appeared before him with a slide tackle.
"Han Lang! Where do you think you're going? Your opponent is me!"
Han Lang's heart sank.
Although he possessed the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, Zhao Wei's main body's strength was still superior to his.
Moreover, everyone was currently entangled by the clones.
If no one else, Huang Yuhua certainly couldn't hold on for much longer!
Thinking of this, he attacked Zhao Wei without a word.
To rescue Huang Yuhua, he had to resolve Zhao Wei quickly.
But Zhao Wei was not someone to be dealt with easily.
Just as Han Lang leaped forward to attack, Zhao Wei, having suffered a few setbacks, had no intention of giving anyone any more chances.
He directly dodged, then pointed his finger to his lips and gathered his strength slightly.
"Golden Luo Nail!"
Martial Skill!
That's right!
Another martial skill!
Having suffered losses, Zhao Wei no longer intended to hide his strength and directly used his martial skill to confront Han Lang.
The Golden Luo Nail shot out from his mouth, like a golden infrared beam, directly slicing towards Han Lang.
Han Lang dared not resist head-on and could only raise the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, transformed into a staff, to counter.
"Ding ding ding!"
The metallic sounds were incessant.
For a moment, the two of them, like welders, unleashed their respective energies on the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle.
Fortunately, the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle was an ultra-immortal-grade magical artifact, and this power was insufficient to cause any damage to its body.
However, Han Lang, holding the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, truly felt immense pressure.
He moved his mind.
"Tail Needle!"
A golden needle shot towards Zhao Wei at high speed.
The Tail Needle was a technique within the Shen Nong Imperial Needle Art for controlling golden needles.
Because using martial skills consumed too much energy, Han Lang often used only the control of golden needles in combat, without separately using spells.
And there were many such targeted spells in the Shen Nong Imperial Needle Art!
The Tail Needle flew towards him.
Zhao Wei also felt the power within it. He also dared not directly block Han Lang's spell and immediately shot another Golden Luo Nail towards the golden needle.
"Clang!"
The two collided and annihilated each other, truly a match made in heaven, a worthy opponent!
This was not the end.
Zhao Wei's change in attack allowed Han Lang, who had been holding the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, to see an opportunity.
He immediately spun the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle and smashed it down towards Zhao Wei like a club.
Zhao Wei had just defended against Han Lang's Tail Needle and it was too late to gather his strength again.
So he could only dodge.
But how could Han Lang let him go?
If one move failed, the second followed immediately.
It made Zhao Wei feel somewhat flustered.
Finally finding a flaw, he quickly pointed his finger again.
"Thousand Luo Transformation!"
With this move, as if multiplying, his entire palm instantly enlarged.
Then, he grabbed in mid-air, catching Han Lang's descending staff.
Grasping the other end of the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, Zhao Wei forcefully swung it, sending Han Lang flying along with the staff.
Han Lang's body was unstable, and he couldn't find a foothold for a moment. As he struggled to stabilize himself, Zhao Wei's giant palm slapped towards him.
Han Lang was greatly alarmed.
He didn't know that Zhao Wei's Thousand Luo Transformation, though seemingly simple, was a true Xuan-grade martial skill.
Its power was not small at all.
Just then, a flying sword suddenly passed by.
It turned out that Tang Geng's attack on the clones had missed and had instead intersected with Han Lang's position.
Regardless of whether Tang Geng's action was intentional or unintentional, Han Lang cast a grateful glance at him.
Then, he tapped his feet on the sword, using it for leverage to stabilize himself. With his hand, the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle instantly enlarged and pressed directly against Zhao Wei's palm.
"Crack!"
A dull thud.
Zhao Wei's move was like a clay ox entering the sea, achieving no effect whatsoever.
On the contrary, after deflecting Zhao Wei's Thousand Luo Transformation, Han Lang immediately shrunk the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle and stabbed it towards Zhao Wei's palm.
The golden needle was very small, and the palm was very large.
It should have been easy to pierce through.
But unfortunately, Zhao Wei had already conjured a layer of golden energy shield around himself, and the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle could not penetrate it.
Han Lang changed his approach.
He knew that the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle possessed the Yin Fire attribute.
Yin Fire could consume energy.
So, under his control, the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle's body instantly expanded and rotated at high speed, instantly becoming like a drill bit drilling into Zhao Wei's palm.
At the same time, a faint black flame also expanded around the Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, rapidly consuming the energy surrounding Zhao Wei.
It appeared slow, but in reality, its speed was exceptionally fast.
The Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle, like a whale's gulp, soon drilled a hole in Zhao Wei's giant palm, and the energy around the hole cracked like brittle porcelain, piece by piece.
The Yin Fire seeped inwards along the cracks, even making Zhao Wei feel a faint chilling aura.
Zhao Wei was astonished.
He truly did not expect that the energy shield he had painstakingly condensed would crumble under Han Lang's move, which he didn't know the name of, and might not even be a martial skill, this "Poison Dragon Drill."
He had already experienced the power of Yin Fire.
Of course, he did not want to experience it a second time.
So, without any hesitation, he dispelled the "Thousand Luo Transformation."
The moment his arm retracted, Han Lang's Nine Flames Leaving Fire Needle lost its target and drilled forward uncontrollably.