The person seated on the ground was none other than Han Li.

Judging from his current expression, he didn't seem to be in a very good condition.

The grey specks of light were constantly drifting around him, occasionally taking on the forms of malicious monsters, as well humanoid projections of both genders and all ages. However, regardless of what form the grey specks of light took, all of them immediately pounced viciously toward Han Li, only to be forced into retreat by the treasures hovering around him.

As such, these malicious apparitions could only continue to buzz around the area encompassed by the treasures. However, as they were forced back over and over again, these beings were gradually becoming more and more violent and impatient.

Han Li paid no heed to these beings at all, but the situation seemed to be becoming more and more strenuous for him.

In reality, that was indeed the case.

Within a certain mysterious space within his mind, an azure-robed spiritual sense clone of his was currently locked in battle...