Only one strike destroyed all the flying swords, but the Gold Horned Youth had no intention of stopping, as the small white bell sounded twice more, causing a rolling white wave to emerge again.
At the same time, the Dharma Body behind the youth also called upon two treasures, with tri-color flames and billowing flame clouds soaring into the sky.
As for the youth's body, a ferocious expression flashed across his face, and he spat out a thick black mist, which whirled around his body.
The cries of ghosts and wolves grew, with countless green threads appearing faintly within the black mist, exuding a pungent stench.
When the Gold Horned Youth struck this time, several Divine Skills were simultaneously unleashed, clearly intent on annihilating Han Li with just one hit.
Han Li's heart shuddered upon seeing this situation.
Though he wasn't worried about the other attacks, the spatial divine power attack released from the snow-white small bell made him deeply fearful.