The others showed no panic upon hearing this.
It seemed everyone understood that these Spell Warriors only dared to use restrictions to trap them, which meant the high-level Spell Warriors among them were indeed few. Otherwise, they would have swarmed in long ago.
But they couldn't be trapped for too long. If the Moulan reinforcements arrived, that would be truly troublesome!
So the old woman and the others each activated their abilities without restraint, displaying brilliantly colored lights as they began assaulting the surrounding restrictions.
Han Li flicked his fingers casually, and three streaks of azure light shot forth, swelling wildly in the wind before transforming into three azure rainbow swords that swept toward the yellow sand nearby.
A layer of undulating, water-like ripples suddenly appeared under their combined assault.
Then golden light flickered, and the restriction shattered as easily as thin paper under their attacks.
Seeing how easily they had broken through, the others were somewhat stunned. Han Li, seeing this, remained expressionless as he transformed into a streak of rainbow light and shot through the gap.
A hastily placed restriction — how powerful could it possibly be? Being broken in a single strike was perfectly normal. There was nothing to hesitate about.
Seeing Han Li's decisive action, the other old monsters were briefly stunned before they quickly understood and followed him out in pursuit.
Once outside, though the sky was still thick with flying sand, the oppressive feeling from within the restriction was noticeably absent. This allowed Han Li to relax slightly. He swept his spiritual sense outward in all directions, intending to identify the direction before moving.
But just then, Han Li's expression shifted, and his eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on a particular patch of yellow sand, hovering motionless in the air.
At this moment, a faint blue light flickered within his pupils, giving them a somewhat eerie appearance. His face, however, remained calmly expressionless, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
"Fellow Daoist Han, what are you doing here?" The Marquis of Nanlong, who had caught up from behind, noticed Han Li's fixed stare and, alarmed, swept his spiritual sense in the same direction but found nothing unusual. He couldn't help but ask in confusion.
"Nothing. I was just figuring out which direction we should go." Han Li turned around, his expression unchanged.
"In these damned sandstorms, spiritual sense is useless. How can you possibly see anything with just your eyes? I happen to have a 'Star-Setting Disc' — a rare treasure perfectly suited for this kind of situation." The Marquis of Nanlong said with a dismissive air, then patted his waist and produced a pale red jade disc, flat and round.
The Marquis held the treasure in one hand and formed seals with the other, reciting an obscure incantation. His five fingers spread open, and a beam of golden light shot from his palm, striking a flowing rune on the disc's surface.
Golden and crimson light blazed brilliantly from the disc.
Han Li's interest was piqued, and he took a few more glances at the treasure.
He saw golden stars dotting the surface, forming a strange pattern that seemed to contain celestial phenomena — stars, sun, and moon — truly extraordinary.
While Han Li was gazing at it intently, the white-robed elder and the others also gathered around, their faces showing curiosity.
The Marquis of Nanlong paid them no mind, focusing solely on the disc's pattern. After a moment, he flipped his hand and the treasure vanished, but he said simply: "Follow me!"