The illusion reappeared, and Han Lang was greatly alarmed.
He hurriedly stopped his charge towards Dr. Sim and turned to create distance at the fastest speed.
But Dr. Sim was not to be trifled with.
With a surge of strength, he flipped over the paving stone and then controlled the illusion's massive arm to grab at Han Lang.
At this moment, Han Lang's figure was like a mosquito, appearing exceptionally small before the giant palm.
He quickly slammed on the brakes, dodged in the opposite direction, slid along the wrist of the giant statue to its back of the hand, and then drove his spiritual sword to stab into the back of the giant statue's hand.
Having experienced being pierced by a spiritual artifact sword before, Dr. Sim was now on guard.
Just as the sword tip was about to touch the back of the giant statue's hand, he quickly clenched his fist and shook it.
A powerful pressure instantly repelled the giant sword, and then, with a turn of his palm, he grabbed at Han Lang again.
Han Lang, unable to dodge in time, immediately circulated his spiritual energy and punched towards the giant statue's massive finger. Using the rebound force, he retreated rapidly, barely managing to create distance from the giant hand.
However, such exertion left him feeling overwhelmed.
His suspended body sagged to his knees, and he began to pant heavily.
"This... Young Master seems to be struggling! What should we do, Deputy Officer Shan!"
Ma Long's expression was anxious, as if he could personally feel Han Lang's current predicament.
Shan Nan also looked solemn.
This was because the Spirit Replenishing Pills he had were completely depleted.
Even if he wanted to offer Han Lang some assistance, it was entirely impossible.
"Now, we can only rely on Han Lang's own will. The pressure on a Transcendent Realm ability user using blood sacrifice is indeed too great. If there were still Spirit Replenishing Pills, he might have been able to hold on for a while longer, but now..."
Shan Nan trailed off, lacking the courage to continue.
With no support, Han Lang's situation was truly precarious.
Indeed.
Before Han Lang could even recover slightly, Dr. Sim controlled the giant statue's arm to retract, then clenched his fist and, with the speed of a gale, smashed down fiercely at Han Lang.
Seeing this, Ma Long and the others' hearts leaped into their throats.
"Be careful, Young Master!"
"Watch out, Han Lang!"
Everyone exclaimed.
They seemed to have not expected that Dr. Sim's Golden Luo illusion, despite its immense size, could still launch such a rapid attack.
Han Lang was also inwardly shocked.
But he now had very little ability to perfectly evade this move.
Therefore, he had to urgently summon paving stones and golden pillars, stacking them layer by layer in front of him, hoping to buffer the power of the giant fist.
There was, of course, an effect in blocking.
After all, the materialized golden pillars and paving stones were almost comparable in size to the giant fist.
But the problem was that paving stones and golden pillars were inanimate objects. Facing such a powerful punch from Dr. Sim, they had no absolute defensive capability.
Thus, the punch broke through like a bamboo, "bang bang bang," knocking away the golden pillars in its path, and finally, the giant fist arrived directly before Han Lang.
Han Lang looked at the colossal object still before him, his pupils widening in astonishment.
But he had no ability to dodge anymore.
So, he could only instinctively cross his arms over his chest to resist the violently approaching fist.
With a "boom!"
The immense force directly struck Han Lang.
His body, like a flying flower or falling leaf, was instantly sent flying hundreds of meters back, crashing to the ground and creating a long gully, kicking up a trail of dust.
"Hmph! An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating itself!"
Dr. Sim felt a surge of triumph.
At the same time, he stood up his mountain-like body and walked step by step towards the fallen Han Lang.
Strike while the iron is hot, finish him off!
Dr. Sim did not want to be like the villains in TV dramas who spouted endless nonsense and gave their opponents a chance to counterattack.
Therefore, his actions were almost without pause as he stepped forward, intending to deliver the final blow to Han Lang.
Han Lang, having suffered such a heavy blow, was mentally exhausted.
But the situation was critical, and he dared not slacken.
He didn't even have time to wipe the bloodstains from his mouth before he immediately stood up, facing the Golden Luo illusion, which advanced with every step like an earth-shattering tremor, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"No! This way, I can't withstand this blood sacrifice. I need to find a way to recover!"
In a flash, Han Lang's divine sense entered the three-story pagoda.
He wanted to see if there was anything within the three-story pagoda that could replenish his spiritual energy in a gentle manner without needing to be refined into pills.
However, after searching everywhere, he found no spiritual herbs with such capabilities.
"If I were to directly consume spiritual herbs like when I broke through before, in this situation, there would be no time to control the violent spiritual energy after it entered my body. At that point, I might explode and die before Dr. Sim even makes a move!"
He thought this, but at the same time, he was extremely anxious.
Just then, Dr. Sim had also controlled the giant statue to approach him.
And Dr. Sim, without any hesitation, directly raised both fists and smashed them fiercely towards Han Lang.
Han Lang had no choice but to repeat his previous tactic, planting several golden pillars into the ground to support Dr. Sim's heavy fists, while he himself used this opportunity to swiftly escape the range of the attack.
"No other way! I'll have to refine pills while fleeing!"
This was Han Lang's decision before he fled.
It was at this moment that his divine sense moved, and several spiritual herbs for the Spirit Replenishing Pill recipe appeared in his hands.
Without any hesitation, he immediately condensed his dan fire and began to refine the essence of the spiritual herbs.
At this time, Dr. Sim's giant fist landed on the golden pillars.
In an instant, like a hammer striking a nail, the golden pillars were instantly smashed deep into the ground.
Han Lang, while distracting himself to continue refining the essence, also quickly escaped from the shadow of the giant fist.
As soon as he emerged, his situation was fully observed by Ma Long and the others.
"Hey, Deputy Officer Shan. What is Young Master doing? Does he still want to refine pills under this pressure?"
Shan Nan was also very nervous.
Ma Long seemed to have a slight premonition, murmuring,
"With Young Master's skill, refining a batch of pills doesn't take much time. Perhaps it's about the same as the time limit for blood sacrifice. However, refining at this moment, the situation is still greatly unfavorable!"
Shan Nan, hearing this, suddenly understood Han Lang's intention.
Although he didn't know how to refine pills, he had a general idea.
Refining a batch of pills was essentially refining a small amount.
Although he didn't know the yield of a batch of Spirit Replenishing Pills, he knew that there would be at least three to five pills.
And the situation was indeed as Ma Long said, a batch of pills would not take a high-level alchemist much time.
If successful, it would give Han Lang more sustained strength.
But the problem now was, would Dr. Sim allow him to succeed so easily?
"The Spirit Replenishing Pills are depleted. He really needs replenishment now, otherwise, he won't be able to continue. But refining pills at this moment, what will he use to fight Dr. Sim?"
Shan Nan's worry was also Ma Long's worry.
At this time, when just resisting Dr. Sim was already an all-out effort.
Distracting himself to refine pills would only make him more dangerous.
The concerns of the two turned into disdain for Dr. Sim.
He looked at the dan fire condensed in Han Lang's hand and sneered.
Even though he didn't know Han Lang could refine pills, he had heard of cultivators from Xia Country being able to do so.
"Trying to get help at the last minute, do you think refining pills now is still in time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the giant fist instantly flattened into a palm and swept directly towards Han Lang.