The figure sitting cross-legged on the ground was none other than Han Li, who had been in seclusion for a long time without venturing outside.
At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, sitting motionlessly on the ground, but from his expression, he seemed to be in a less than ideal state.
The strange light spots nearby were swirling and flying, sometimes converging and sometimes dispersing, occasionally transforming into colossal beasts or devils, and at other times condensing into illusory images of men, women, old and young. But regardless of the form, once they took shape, they all lunged fiercely at Han Li's seated position, only to be easily repelled by the terrifying power emitted from treasures like the Extreme Mountain Azure Lotus.
