Qian the devil, seeing Han Li blocking the way, felt a chill in his heart, and the Blood Demon Bead involuntarily paused.
Meanwhile, the silhouette in the silver light took the opportunity to move his hand, and a small fire-red bow the size of a palm appeared in his hand. He pulled the bowstring in the void, and immediately countless red arrows densely shot out.
At the same time, Han Li also gave a sly smile to the old devil, and with a flash of the Three Flame Fan in his hand, a tri-colored flame surged out, instantly transforming into a Firebird that pounced towards the Blood Demon Bead.
The pincer attack was instantly formed.
Qian the devil was greatly alarmed. He had already witnessed the power of the Three Flame Fan once and naturally was not willing to take it head-on. However, the attack from the person behind was also equally sharp, and he had already suffered a significant loss due to a moment of inattention.
