"Although my master didn't elaborate, it's most likely the case," Liu Shui'er nodded.
"Good! I didn't expect to witness the famous Taiyi Green Light on this journey. Even if I don't acquire any other treasures, it wouldn't have been in vain," Han Li exhaled lightly, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips.
Liu Shui'er gazed at the cluster of white clouds below, a pensive look in her eyes.
Suddenly, she turned her hand, and a scarlet flying pitchfork appeared in her hand. With a single wave, it transformed into a scarlet beam and shot out swiftly.
In just a flicker, the scarlet beam instantly reached the white light mist above, seemingly about to dive into it.
At that moment, the scarlet beam suddenly trembled, and the flying pitchfork let out a mournful cry. In an instant, it split into seven or eight segments.
It was as if they were simultaneously slashed by seven or eight invisible divine weapons, effortlessly cleaving them apart.
