Although the three items obtained were not immediately usable, Han Li still took them all without hesitation. Then he stood up, brushed off the dust from his clothes, and glanced at Jia Tianlong and the others from the Wild Wolf Clan with a look that was half-smiling, half-imploring. "Shall you yourselves sever your meridians and take your own course, or shall I personally send you on your way?" His tone was courteous, yet his words left absolutely no room for negotiation with the members of the Wild Wolf Clan. Upon hearing this, Jia Tianlong felt an intense cold spread through his body, so cold that his entire face grew stiff. He kept silently reminding himself to remain calm, convinced that there must be a way to handle this man, yet involuntarily wiped his face, leaving a steady stream of cold sweat on his forehead. Jia Tianlong smiled bitterly, knowing that without looking in the mirror, his current complexion would surely be dreadful—perhaps even quite unappealing. He struggled to turn his neck and glanced around at the crowd. To his surprise, everyone else looked pale, filled with shock and panic, as if facing their final hour—helpless and lacking any spark of determination. With growing disappointment, Jia Tianlong turned his gaze toward the Seven Xuanyuan Sect. There, his longtime rival, Wang Juechu, stared at him with the expression of someone viewing a corpse, cold and unyielding. Most of the others also bore the look of having finally avenged themselves. Jia Tianlong felt utterly bewildered. His eyes drifted unconsciously to the outside of the battlefield, where his loyal subordinates should have been. Now, their expressions varied—some were anxious, others indifferent—but a large group actually smiled with satisfaction, gathering together to chat and exchange glances, clearly enjoying the others' misfortunes. "No, he couldn't die like this! He had to survive. He had to carry on and achieve his ambitions." "It was somehow the demeanor of one person that struck a chord with Jia Tianlong, and suddenly, a fierce glow flashed in his eyes. 'Come in!' Jia Tianlong roared, drawing on all his inner strength. 'Iron Guard, advance! Ready the crossbows! The others, attend to the Dark Green disciple!' As a leader, Jia Tianlong's powerful voice, charged with inner energy, instantly roused the disoriented crowd in the battlefield. Whether from the Wild Wolf Clan or from other smaller factions, every fighter now found their footing, stepping forward with renewed determination, arms crossed and palms clenched, ready to fight to the death. Han Li slightly furrowed his brow, hummed softly, and then walked steadily toward Jia Tianlong, arms behind his back. 'Well, it seems I'll have to put in more effort after all,' he thought to himself. 'Shoot!' As soon as Han Li entered the range of the crossbows, Jia Tianlong, his lips dry from exertion, issued the command without hesitation. Instantly, hundreds of steel crossbows, glowing with a deep, serene green, shot forth in dense waves, compressing the small space before Han Li so tightly that it became impermeable to wind or rain. A stunning scene unfolded. When Jia Tianlong observed the young man facing the incoming arrows, he showed no fear at all—instead, he gave Jia Tianlong a strange, serene smile. Then, the young man's form began to blur, and the arrows that reached him passed through him effortlessly, continuing on to strike the distant ground. For a brief moment, it seemed as though his body had become intangible. Suddenly, under the open sky, he shook himself once or twice and vanished completely. Jia Tianlong's face turned pale. As he was about to issue instructions to his subordinates to be cautious, Han Li suddenly reappeared just a dozen paces away. This time, without waiting for Jia Tianlong's command, the connected crossbows in the iron guards' hands unleashed another barrage of arrows, supplemented by darts and other concealed weapons from the other soldiers—all converging simultaneously upon Han Li. To their astonishment, the young man vanished once again right before their eyes, right in the midst of everyone's gaze. Just as Jia Tianlong was filled with growing alarm, two sharp, piercing cries suddenly rang out from behind him. Startled, he turned around quickly. There, not far away, two iron guards who had been standing side by side suddenly transformed into blazing figures of flame. The young man, who had just disappeared, now lifted his hands from the two guards' bodies—momentarily, as soon as his palms detached, the two guards instantly turned to ash and disappeared completely. Jia Tianlong could faintly see a shimmering red glow on the palms, the source of which remained a mystery. This scene was a flawless demonstration of Han Li's seamless integration of magic and martial prowess. The red glow held in his palms was precisely the small fire orb of the "Fire Ball Technique." The inner spiritual power within Han Li flowed steadily, gradually restoring the fire ball—once shrunk due to consumption—to its original size. Then, his form once again vanished, only to reappear at the opposite end of the crowd, where he transformed another person into a blazing flame. Thus, Han Li flickered in and out among the crowd, each time he manifested, a new victim was consumed, vanishing completely from the world. Whenever his hands touched any part of a person, that individual instantly burned up and disappeared. He knew that his continued safety thus far had been a deliberate effort on the part of the other, but now that he was the only one left, he suspected the death flame would inevitably fall upon him. Han Li did not hesitate to keep Jia Tianlong, the leader of the group, any longer. After eliminating his final subordinate, Han Li immediately flashed to Jia's back and, as a special gesture, delivered a complete version of the "Fire Ball Technique," sending Jia, the senior leader, off with a final flourish. Following Jia's passing, Han Li clapped his hands lightly and murmured to himself, "It seems not too difficult to kill several more people. If only I had asked you all to end your own lives—then you would have avoided all suffering. Now that I have to do it myself, the experience of being burned is far from pleasant!"