Han Li, with electric arcs wildly dancing around his body, materialized a few zhang away, his golden lightning dazzling and resplendent, like a materialized god of lightning descending upon the earth. The Devil Clouds nearby were instantly swept clean upon contact, exposing a space about ten zhang in size, unexpectedly turning the tables and enveloping the old man within it, his figure unmistakably revealed.
"Ah!" The green-robed elder couldn't help but let out a low cry, realizing something was amiss, and with a flash of light on his body, he hurriedly tried to flee the area.
But since Han Li had risked using Thunderstorm Wings to sneak over here, how could he let his opponent escape so easily?
With a single flicker of his form, Han Li, followed by a trail of afterimages, closed in right in front of the old man, raising both hands simultaneously, shooting out a violet flame and a streak of golden light at the same time.
