The array of electric arcs on the opposite screen sensed Han Li's approach, and with a rumble of thunder, a dense barrage of electric light shot down simultaneously.
With a low roar from his mouth, the Golden Electric Flood Dragon behind Han Li pounced upwards and burst open on its own with a loud bang.
A large golden net suddenly emerged from nowhere, instantly protecting Han Li beneath it.
All the silver arcs struck the golden net, and all of them silently dissipated into nothingness.
"Han Li, it's you!"
"Senior Han!"
As soon as Han Li's streak of light dissipated and his figure appeared, Qian the Devil and the middle-aged cultivator almost simultaneously cried out in anger and surprise.
Han Li was startled by their words, and couldn't help but turn his head to glance at the square-faced middle-aged cultivator, noting the astonishment on his face, but he did not recognize him.
