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Just like last time, Han Li slipped quietly into the abyss under the protection of the golden lightning, immersing himself in the demonic Qi.
As the rumblings of thunder grew fainter, the golden light of the Devilbane Lightning receded into the darkness until it disappeared without a trace.
Meanwhile, on the sea's surface, Lord Three Yang and the others were engaged in conversation.
"Brother Wei, do you really think Fellow Daoist Han's Devilbane Lightning, as he claims, is insufficient for a round trip?" Wei Wuya, with his hands clasped behind his back, asked Lord Three Yang.
"What do you mean by that, Brother Wei? Are you implying that this humble Daoist has lied?" The Taoist's face darkened, and he became slightly irritated.
"Hehe! Lord, please don't misunderstand, that was not my intention at all. I just felt that Fellow Daoist Han agreed too readily earlier, so I was a bit curious," Wei Wuya said with a gentle smile.