Not long after, Han Li returned to the valley.

Looking up, the eight light pillars still stood tall in the high sky, with the giant vortex above them still rotating slowly.

The Elder Fang was still lying by the pool, showing no signs of waking. The snow lion puppet stood guard beside him, its head held high, showing no reaction to Han Li's arrival.

Han Li pondered for a moment, then flew down from the sky. Before he landed, he suddenly felt a strong spatial fluctuation coming from the white vortex above the pool.

He quickly stopped and looked up, only to see the vortex suddenly shine brightly, rotating violently.

Immediately afterward, a figure flashed out from it and fell down.

This person's green robe was tattered, his body was covered in blood, and he was covered in wounds so deep that bone was visible. His miserable appearance was almost identical to that of Elder Fang lying on the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, save me... Fellow Daoist, save me..." The man shouted loudly as soon as he saw Han Li's figure.

Han Li merely glanced at him, frowned, and shifted his gaze to the vortex.

Another burst of white light surged within the vortex, and a black figure flashed out.

Holding a black long saber in his hand, he laughed wildly, "Why abandon your companion and run away first? This doesn't seem like the you who was shouting about avenging Elder Lu! Haha!"

Han Li sized the man up and down, and his gaze fell on the black long saber in his hand.

Wasn't this the black saber that Fang Pan had used before, which he had later sold cheaply in the Rogue Alliance?

"Oh, there's another fish that slipped through the net? Perfect, I wasn't satisfied anyway, so let's take care of him too." The man noticed Han Li and chuckled.

Beneath his black cloak, half of a slightly yellowed face was visible, and he wore a metal forehead protector that reflected a dark cyan light. It was none other than Zhong Luan, one of the three leaders of the Ten Directions Tower.

With that, he turned his wrist, and the saber drew an arc in the air before suddenly slashing down.

This slash seemed casual, but the moment it was unleashed, dense spirit patterns lit up on the surface of the saber, followed by a surge of black light. Hundreds of extremely sharp black light blades flew out from it, densely packed, flying towards Han Li and the green-robed old man.

Of course, most of them were aimed at Han Li, with only a small portion heading towards the old man.

The old man, covered in wounds, was already scared out of his wits. As Zhong Luan spoke, he had already sat up and, using the little immortal spiritual power he had left, slapped out two silver spheres. With a flash of silver light, they transformed into two silver-armored puppets, standing in front of him.

At the same time, a flash of green light appeared on his body, and a set of mostly damaged green wooden armor appeared on his body.

Han Li frowned, turned his wrist, and a cyan long sword appeared in his hand.

He held the sword in one hand and swept it horizontally towards the black light blades.

The long sword in his hand shone with a burst of cyan light, and then transformed into hundreds of cyan sword beams, which flew out in all directions, slashing towards the black light blades.

"Clang clang clang"

A series of metallic clashes rang out one after another. As the black light blades collided with the cyan sword beams, they stirred up a series of intersecting black and cyan suns, which then shattered into starlight of two colors.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful, this black blade..." Just then, the green-robed old man suddenly shouted loudly.

Before he could finish speaking, a strange scene appeared!

The black light spots that had already dissipated quickly gathered again, transforming into black light blades, still flying towards the two along their original trajectories.

Their momentum was not diminished at all!

The two silver-armored puppets standing in front of the green-robed old man struck out with their nine-section steel whips, but dozens of light blades slashed past, cutting them into pieces. Then, the protective light shield on their bodies burst instantly, and their bodies were pierced by countless black light blades, becoming riddled with holes and shattered.

Immediately afterward, the green armor on the green-robed old man was also struck by the black light blades, causing the spiritual light on its surface to tremble wildly, on the verge of shattering.

Once the green armor was gone, and his flesh was exposed to the black light blades, he would probably turn into a pile of minced meat in an instant.

At this critical moment, the snow lion puppet not far away suddenly pounced forward, landing in front of the green-robed old man. Its two forearms blurred, and countless claw shadows appeared in the sky.

"Chi chi" sounds rang out!

As soon as the claw shadows came into contact with the black light blades, the dense claw shadows immediately collapsed and disappeared, but they also blocked many of the already few light blades. The remaining ones were blocked by the snow lion puppet's body.

The old man, already turned into a bloodied figure, relaxed slightly, but then spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Compared to him, Han Li was much more composed.

He twisted his wrist and waved his long sword wildly, and dense sword light immediately flew out, constructing a cyan sword curtain around him.

The strange black light blades kept striking the sword curtain, constantly shattering and then constantly gathering, continuing to slash at the sword curtain.

After repeating this many times, their spiritual light was exhausted and they completely dissipated.

All of this took place within two or three breaths of Zhong Luan's slash.

"I didn't expect you to be a little different from those wastes, you actually have some ability! Very good, then let's see how long you can last!" Zhong Luan looked at this scene, licked his lips, and said with a strange smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and he changed from holding the saber with one hand to holding it with both hands, and bursts of black light lit up all over his body.

Then, a layer of black light appeared on the surface of the black saber, and golden threads emerged from it, outlining clusters of ancient runes, from which came a terrifying wave that made people's hearts palpitate.

Gusts of wind sprang up out of nowhere in the nearby void, sweeping towards the saber, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to surge out, all pouring into the black saber.

For a time, the spiritual tide fluctuated endlessly, like the tide.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to pour in, the golden threads on the black long saber became brighter and brighter, and the runes they formed became even brighter, looking as if they were about to protrude from the saber.

Waves of dazzling golden and black halos spread out, mixed with strong fluctuations of the power of laws, causing the entire void to tremble.

Han Li frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a little confused.

It was clearly the same black saber, but the power it displayed in this person's hands was far beyond what he and Fang Pan could compare to.

Could it be that he was the original owner of this black saber?

At this moment, Zhong Luan suddenly let out a violent shout, and his body twisted in the high sky, using his own rotation to drive the saber to rotate, and slashed down at Han Li.

There was a sharp "clang" sound!

A huge golden and black saber light extended for hundreds of feet, splitting down from the sky. The void on both sides of the saber was shaken, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was swept away, and a terrifying sense of oppression continued to emerge from it.

Han Li's eyes flashed, he made a sword gesture with one hand, and held the sword with the other, slashing upwards diagonally.

The spirit patterns on the sword body shone brightly, trembling continuously, and layers of cyan streamers flowed out like substance. In a flash, one became two, and two became four, instantly transforming into dozens of cyan sword lights.

Then all the sword lights merged into one, condensing into a cyan sword shadow hundreds of feet long, slashing towards the giant saber light.

This sword, when unleashed, almost changed the color of the sky and the earth, and it almost split the void wherever it passed.

In the high sky, there was a huge roar that shook the sky!

Saber light and sword shadow met head-on, colliding together with a bang.

A devastating shock wave caused the entire Saint Puppet Sect's main island to tremble, so that the people fighting in the island's square were briefly delayed, and then plunged into the bloody slaughter again.

Even Yun Ni and others, who were fighting the Ten Directions Tower's Golden Immortals in the high sky, felt the commotion coming from the main island, but because the battle in front of them was too dangerous, they could not afford to be distracted at all, so no one was distracted to investigate.

"It seems that the Saint Puppet Sect still has some tricks up its sleeve, but I don't know if they can withstand the torment of that madman Zhong Luan." The scarred man chuckled to himself, quite relaxed.

By the deep pool in the valley, the green-robed old man lying behind the snow lion puppet finally spat out a large mouthful of blood under the impact of this huge force, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

Before losing consciousness, he felt infinite regret in his heart.

After seeing Han Li's strength, he had already thought that if he had not sent Han Li away before, but had chosen to take him into the forbidden area with him, perhaps the other two elders would not have died in battle, and the immortal puppet would not have been taken away by that person.

But no matter how much he regretted, it was useless, and he could only hope that the Rogue Alliance fellow Daoist could defeat this person.

With a deafening roar!

Han Li's figure fell straight down from the high sky, smashing into the deep pool in the valley like a meteorite.

The dark green pool water suddenly exploded with dozens of huge waves hundreds of feet high, as if hundreds of water mines had been placed in it.

A huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of feet appeared in the deep pool, causing the water level to drop sharply, exposing a large area of ​​blue stone-covered riverbed at the bottom of the pool.

In the high sky, Zhong Luan's figure was also impacted by the shock wave, involuntarily rising into the depths of the sky.

His expression gradually became serious. After barely stabilizing his body, he immediately turned back and stepped into the void with his feet, flying down towards the deep pool in the valley at a rapid speed.

He tightened his grip on the saber with both hands and slashed down again towards the still turbulent water surface.

Just then, a buzzing sound suddenly came from under the pool water.

Immediately afterward, a black treasure wheel burst out of the water, rotating violently.

On the surface of the treasure wheel, a ball of water-attributed Dao pattern light shone brightly, wrapping half of the pool water together, like a cyan river flowing upstream, rushing towards Zhong Luan with immense force.