At this moment, the Old Devil finally saw clearly that the black wind enveloping his body had already been sliced open with a slender slit at some unknown time.
Judging from its position, it was precisely where his previously severed arm had been directed. Yet he had not noticed it in the slightest beforehand.
Such being the case, the Old Devil was naturally both shocked and furious. His remaining arm hurriedly pointed at the falling fiery red shield.
With a jump, the shield immediately transformed into a flaming red light screen, enclosing him within. Simultaneously, his spiritual sense diffused outward in haste, and his panicked eyes began scanning everywhere for Han Li's figure.
At that very moment, a white thread suddenly shot forth from the void over ten zhang behind the Old Devil. After a twirl, it paused briefly and then transformed into a human silhouette.
It was none other than Han Li himself.
