Han Li, his vision blurring at the edges, drew upon the last vestiges of his remaining strength. He channeled his spiritual essence, conjuring a shield of shimmering light – the "Essence Ward." It was a desperate attempt, a final stand against the demonic attack.
The shield met Ye Fan's demonic attack head-on. A deafening explosion erupted, shattering the tranquility of the bamboo forest. Shards of light and tendrils of dark energy danced in the air before dissipating.
The force of the impact sent Han Li flying once more. He landed with a heavy thud, his body wracked with pain. His shield, though offering some protection, had been shattered, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
Ye Fan, a predator savoring his kill, approached Han Li slowly, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes. "Pathetic," he sneered, kicking away the remnants of the shattered shield. "Such a weak struggle for one boasting such a prestigious title."
