"This is merely the fulfillment of an unfulfilled wish of my former master," Daoist Xie nodded and said no more.
At this moment, the five-colored clouds in the sky became even more massive, emitting an indescribable heavy aura.
"Fellow Daoists, it's best to retreat for a while. I'm about to face the tribulation!" Han Li glanced up at the sky once more, narrowing his eyes as he spoke.
The group with the devilish light naturally had no objections. Immediately, they streaked across the sky as streaks of light, flying away from the small island.
Simultaneously, Han Li shook his large sleeves, and a ball of golden light shot out, within which a bald, eyebrowless purple-gold miniature figure flickered and swiftly vanished into the sky.
This was precisely the Gold Devouring Bug King.
Only then did Han Li, with a calm expression, sit down cross-legged.
