Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

217: The corpses of the Heaven-Swallowing Emperor Clan! The Dharma Image of Senluo Hell!“Clang!”

A dark, eerie large cauldron blocked the attack of the White Tiger Spear, causing a violent tremor.

The large cauldron flew backward abruptly, dragging a trail on the ground before falling heavily.

“Phew!”

Zhe Yunli did not feel the expected pain. Opening her eyes, she saw a pitch-black large cauldron blocking her. The breath she had been holding finally relaxed, and she gasped for air.

She savored the relief of surviving the ordeal for a moment.

Her eyes held a complex emotion; she had not expected the man with whom she once laughed and chatted to be so ruthless.

He had moved to take her life.

Without a shred of pity.

Yan Taiyin took two steps, arriving in front of Qin Han. A rather ferocious expression blossomed into a smile on his Face as he spoke, “You are Qin Han, right? Why are you in such a hurry to kill?”

“You should know who I am. Today, many factions have gathered here, making it a good time to enter the inner region to search for the Kunpeng Precious Technique.”

“We are both of the Human Race, and it is not advisable to fight among ourselves at this moment. Why don’t you give me some Face and spare Brother Zhe?”

“Afterward, I will definitely give Brother Qin a satisfactory answer and reward. How about it?”

Yan Taiyin prided himself on his social skills, his Face beaming with confidence.

As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend. Since Qin Han wanted to kill Zhe Changsheng, he naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

However, the situation was different from before. If this were in the Golden Scale Que, Yan Taiyin would raise both hands in approval, without the slightest hesitation.

Besides the Sea God’s Descendant, a formidable opponent, there were also the Barren Ancient Pure Land Buddhist and the Bi Fang Clan, whose allegiance was unknown.

The Witch Race appeared neutral on the surface, but who knew what they were planning?

This peculiar race, which had studied Gu arts for years, was the most ruthless and sinister at heart.

Therefore, Yan Taiyin needed to consider multiple factors and prioritize his own interests.

Qin Han looked him up and down, sneering, “Who do you think you are? How dare you show your ugly Face out here? Get lost!”

Having said that, the White Tiger Spear struck out again, this time with all his power.

Before, he had only used thirty percent of his strength. After all, why use an ox cleaver to kill a chicken? Why go through such trouble to deal with a female cultivator at the third level of the Divine Palace Realm?

But now, with an unexpected intervention, Qin Han knew that if he did not kill him, it would be difficult to eliminate Zhe Changsheng.

Senluo Hell!

Yan Taiyin’s gaze sharpened, and he immediately summoned his Dharma Idol.

The surrounding scenery changed abruptly, transforming from a clear sky to an extremely eerie and dark realm, with gloomy ghostly Qi flowing. A Huangquan River flowed from a distant place.

Countless bones piled up to form a White Bone Throne, beneath which lay a massive Yao Beast skeleton.

Upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to see that this was the skeleton of the Primordial Great Fiend Devouring Heaven Emperor Clan.

The Devouring Heaven Emperor Clan was a demonic bird that could swallow the sun and moon, melt the universe, and once attempted to swallow the entire Desolate Ancient Pure Land in one gulp, possessing immense ambition.

The Senluo Divine Kingdom had somehow obtained this corpse and forcibly integrated it into the Dharma Idol, making it part of its combat power.

As Yan Taiyin clapped his palm, a violent surge of devouring power erupted, instantly neutralizing the boundless force.

At the same time, numerous black chains shot out from all directions, binding Qin Han’s limbs.

The Huangquan River even emitted strange runes that struck Qin Han, causing him to instantly lose control of his body.

“When you have the chance, be merciful. Brother Qin is almost twenty, he should understand this principle.” Yan Taiyin sat high on the White Bone Throne, his foot on the head of the Devouring Heaven Emperor Clan’s corpse, like a King of Hell.

Behind him, many small ghosts roared. These were all transformed from energy, yet they gave the impression of real creatures crawling out from the depths of Hell.

They were man-eating, bloodthirsty, and sinister.