Mortal: I, Li Feiyu, a cultivator of attributes!

Before Li Feiyu could speak, Zhan Hun, who was standing to the side, stared at a figure in the fragment that looked seven-tenths like himself. A strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he muttered something under his breath.

"Seal...Seal..."

"Who is the War Soul talking to?" Silver Soul rubbed his hands together, trying to warm himself up.

Han Li gripped his sword, its blade covered in a thin layer of ice. He looked at Li Feiyu and said, "Master, Zhan Hun seems a bit off..."

Li Feiyu cautiously looked around, continuously releasing her spiritual energy, while warning, "Be careful, don't be bewitched by the voices inside the ice!"

Seeing this, Han Li and Yin Po immediately summoned their magical artifacts, and their spiritual power rained down on the fragments.

The repeated attacks had little effect, and more and more figures appeared among the fragments.

Suddenly, the War Soul changed direction and launched an attack on Silver Soul. His movements were swift, his eyes were glazed, and his attacks were ruthless, aimed directly at Silver Soul's chest.

Yin Po's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He never expected that his companion, with whom he had spent every day, would suddenly turn on him and kill him.

"War Soul! Are you insane?!" Silver Soul was both shocked and furious, only managing to dodge to the side.

Zhan Hun seemed not to hear Yin Po's words, his smile growing even wider as he lunged at Zhan Hun once more.

Seeing this, Han Li flashed forward, blocking Yin Po's path, his sword pointed directly at Zhan Hun, and shouted, "Zhan Hun, wake up! He's Yin Po!"

"Don't hurt him, he's being controlled by something in the shards!" Li Feiyu said in a deep voice, his face extremely solemn.

At the same time, Li Feiyu formed hand seals, and clear, pure halos of light slowly spread outwards from him.

Han Li understood immediately. He knew that Li Feiyu was purifying the surrounding aura to prevent himself or Yin Po from becoming like the Battle Soul, losing consciousness and being controlled.

"Master, don't worry, leave it to me!" Han Li said confidently, then immediately changed his hand seals and summoned a shield in front of Yin Po, barely managing to withstand the attack of the battle spirit.

The moment the spiritual energy collided, a piercing sound rang out, and the ground was shaken so badly that fine cracks appeared.

Han Li knew that Li Feiyu was trying to stabilize the situation and find a way to break the deadlock as soon as possible, and all he could do was to buy him more time, protect Yin Po, and stop the out-of-control battle spirits.

Han Li's grip on his sword tightened and loosened. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and rushed towards Zhan Hun, shouting, "Senior Brother Zhan Hun, forgive me!"

He swung his sword, and the thin ice on the blade shattered instantly, falling with a crackling sound. The tip of the sword pointed at the battle spirit, attempting to dispel the energy controlling it.

"Brother Zhanhun, wake up! I know you're here. Don't let that thing control you anymore!"

While anxiously trying to awaken his battle spirit, Han Li continuously unleashed attacks. His sword energy didn't directly strike the battle spirit's body, but rather attacked the area around it. The battle spirit, wielding its swords in both hands, noticeably slowed its movements upon hearing Han Li's familiar voice, seemingly struggling against some power within its body.

After struggling for a few seconds, the battle spirit's eyes became cloudy again. It suddenly turned its head to face Han Li, its pupils deep and unfathomable, and raised its sword to strike Han Li without hesitation.

Just then, a voice drifted past Han Li's ear.

"It's no use, he's already a part of me, you all have to die..."

As the sound rang out, the blurry figures in the fragments suddenly became clear. They all had ferocious faces and their eyes flashed red light as they walked out of the fragments.

Wherever these figures passed, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

The army of figures rushed toward Han Li, and upon seeing this, Yin Po immediately stepped forward to help.

"Battle Spirit! You really don't remember us?! Are you really going to kill us?!"

Silver Soul's furious questioning only resulted in a fierce attack from the War Soul.

As the horde of figures gradually approached the two, Li Feiyu's voice rang out again.

"Han Li, Yin Po, you can't hold back anymore. Control him, and leave the rest to me!"

Li Feiyu's expression turned serious. He could sense that the power emanating from the figures was not to be underestimated; almost every one of them was at the Foundation Establishment stage, or even higher.

Faced with an overwhelming army of figures, Li Feiyu summoned his magical artifact, the Eastern Emperor Bell, and charged towards them, temporarily halting their advance.

Li Feiyu turned to look at Han Li and Yin Po, and said, "The situation is critical. We must join forces to break through. We need to find a way to awaken our battle spirits first, otherwise we won't be able to hold out for long!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures surged in again like a tide.

Yinpo swiftly summoned his magical artifact, a silver longbow. He drew the bowstring taut and took aim.

Immediately afterwards, countless silver arrows shot towards the army of figures.

Suddenly, Li Feiyu had a flash of inspiration, took out a magic artifact from her storage bag, and threw it at Han Li.

"Han Li, try using this to awaken your battle spirit!" (End of Chapter)