A sudden burst of eerie blue flames erupted from the pitch-black octagonal hammer, emanating a chilling aura.
Though it was unclear what potency this fire held, it was instantly apparent that it was no ordinary devilish flame.
However, as the hammer became ensnared by the green threads sprayed out by the Heavenvoid Cauldron, its terrifying force was suppressed, trapped in place without displaying any of its intended powers. No matter how fiercely the blue flames burned, the green threads remained entirely unscathed, seemingly immune to the fire's effects.
Han Li paid no attention to the shifting scene overhead, his gaze instead locking firmly on the four streaks of black light that shot toward him.
"Devil Saint?"
Han Li muttered the words quietly with a cold smile at the corner of his lips. Then, with a sudden flick of his sleeve, lightning roared unexpectedly.
