Han Lang, descending from the sky, was like a divine being arriving on earth.
Thanks to the delaying tactics of Song Heguo and the others, he had completely refined the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle. Currently, the needle was leisurely circling him, appearing like a crane among chickens under the radiance of the other eleven golden needles.
Upon learning that Song Heguo's intention in their verbal sparring was merely to stall for time, Zhao Wei was already incandescent with rage.
Especially upon seeing his nemesis, Han Lang, his fury escalated to an extreme.
He roared.
"So what? Even if you've bought yourselves some time, does that make you my match? Don't even mention that you've only managed to bring a mere Han Lang. Even if you had reinforcements, I, Zhao Wei, would not fear you in the slightest!"
With that, Zhao Wei immediately began chanting incantations again, intending to unleash the Golden Luo Clone.
Seeing this, Song Heguo urgently shouted.
"Stop him! We cannot let him execute this martial skill!"
Before his words had even finished, Han Lang pointed a finger from mid-air. The Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, leading the eleven golden needles, instantly shot forward.
Simultaneously, Dan Nan and Liu Xiaoxiao's figures also moved with lightning speed.
Tang Geng's flying sword followed closely behind, covering Ma Long and Tang Qin as they attacked Zhao Wei together.
Zhao Wei showed no signs of tension. While one hand continued to form incantations, the other was freed to fend off the attackers.
However, he had overlooked one crucial detail.
After refining the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, Han Lang's strength had significantly increased.
The attacks from Dan Nan and Liu Xiaoxiao naturally could not inflict any substantial damage on Zhao Wei.
The attacks from Tang Geng, Tang Qin, and Ma Long couldn't even get close to Zhao Wei.
Just as Zhao Wei believed he could finally unleash the Golden Luo Clone, suddenly, from behind everyone, the twelve golden needles whizzed towards him.
"Truly a petty trick! Han Lang, besides these few useless needles, do you possess any other offensive methods?"
Han Lang did not answer Zhao Wei's taunt, continuing to control the flying needles to attack him.
Zhao Wei remained unhurried. He slightly raised his palm, and a surge of energy instantly erupted, causing the golden needles to momentarily halt under the immense pressure.
But before Zhao Wei could savor his momentary victory, the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, among the twelve golden needles, continued its momentum unabated, directly piercing towards Zhao Wei's palm.
Zhao Wei was greatly alarmed.
Although the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle had not fully penetrated, its ability to breach his energy shield was enough to make him turn pale with shock.
Moreover, the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle itself carried the attributes of Samadhi True Fire and Yin Fire.
Even though it hadn't fully embedded itself into his flesh, the aura of Samadhi True Fire and Yin Fire it exuded began to furiously scorch his energy.
Furthermore, as the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle burned through Zhao Wei's projected energy, its power grew increasingly formidable, even causing Zhao Wei himself to feel its dual sensation of scorching heat and chilling cold.
His body's energy, influenced by this aura, began to become restless.
This left him utterly incapable of continuing to form the incantations for the Golden Luo Clone.
Helplessly, he had no choice but to abandon the release of his martial skill once more, using his left hand to complement his right, projecting another burst of immense energy.
The energy collided with the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle and was instantly devoured by it.
The resulting massive energy explosion also sent his figure flying back dozens of feet.
It wasn't until he stabilized himself that his hands, still affected by the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, continued to tremble uncontrollably.
"Damn it! It's actually a Super Immortal-grade artifact! Han Lang, I underestimated you!"
Han Lang sneered.
While pressing his advantage, he retorted.
"It wasn't me you underestimated! It was all of us!"
At the same time, he reminded Song Heguo and the others.
"His internal energy has been affected by the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle and is now in a rampage. Seize this opportunity, everyone attack together, and find a way to defeat him in one decisive blow!"
With Han Lang's call, the others hesitated not at all, leaping forward and unleashing their strongest killing moves against Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei's expression showed a rare seriousness he had never displayed before.
Han Lang was right.
Due to his underestimation, his entire body's energy had indeed been affected by the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, and it was now in a state of chaotic explosion, making it impossible for him to mobilize large amounts of energy to fight them.
Facing the formidable Han Lang and his companions, Zhao Wei was indeed feeling a sense of apprehension.
Because now, he had no room to resist. Apart from forcibly using a small amount of energy for defense, he could do nothing else.
Most crucially, he now had to expend some energy to isolate himself from the outside world, to prevent his internal energy from being further affected by Han Lang's Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle.
In an instant, the attackers' blows rained down upon him like a storm.
Each strike forced him to retreat further.
Even Song Heguo, who intermittently appeared, could make his chest feel heavy with a single palm strike.
Most importantly, Han Lang seemed to know that his Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle was now finding it difficult to continue affecting Zhao Wei. Therefore, he was not using the needles as offensive weapons at this moment, but rather as his primary weapon.
At times, they would enlarge, directly smashing Zhao Wei into a tumble; at other times, they would shrink, searching for an opportunity to deliver a needle strike to seal Zhao Wei's meridians.
Crucially, Zhao Wei currently had no strength left to retaliate.
He knew very well that with the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, Han Lang indeed possessed the strength to contend with him.
Although he did not believe that Han Lang, with the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, could defeat him.
At the very least, he could no longer afford to underestimate his enemies as he had before!
"No! I must recover quickly and release the Golden Luo Clone! Otherwise, defeat is only a matter of time!"
Zhao Wei thought to himself as he continued to dodge the onslaught of attacks.
Before long, his clothes and other items were torn to shreds by the attackers.
Visible bruises and swellings appeared on his body, indicating he had sustained significant injuries.
Seeing this, Song Heguo and the others' fighting spirit surged even higher.
"Everyone, put in more effort! Let's seize this opportunity to eliminate him completely!" Ma Long believed his side had victory within their grasp.
But Dan Nan couldn't help but scold.
"Ma Long! Are you that foolish? Zhao Wei's wounds are almost all superficial, causing no real harm. What we need to do now is to wear him down as much as possible!"
Song Heguo corrected him.
"In addition to that, we must also prevent him from using the Golden Luo Clone! Everyone must be extremely careful when attacking! If anything seems amiss, retreat immediately!"
Upon hearing Dan Nan and Song Heguo's words, Ma Long immediately fell silent.
He had thought their group's attacks were effective, only to realize they were merely like a scratch.
In comparison, only Han Lang's few transformations of the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle, smashing fiercely at Zhao Wei, had caused him to spit out a couple of mouthfuls of blood!
"Damn it! Is the strength of the Divine Transformation stage so formidable? Are our full-power attacks as Golden Core late-stage cultivators merely scratching him?"
Han Lang and the others did not reply to Ma Long's question, continuing to focus their assault.
Just as Han Lang once again transformed the Nine Flames Departing Fire Needle into a golden pillar, sending Zhao Wei flying hundreds of meters away and causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood, Zhao Wei suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and gritted his teeth with fury, saying softly.
"Have you had enough? Now, it's my turn!"