In the span of a moment, the white light embodying Han Li and the blood cloud trailing behind had already pursued each other for over a hundred li. While Han Li silently groaned in his heart, he was unaware that Wang Chan, riding the blood cloud behind him, was equally astonished. After all, although the Blood Spirit's Blood Dashing Technique wasn't quite ranked first among the six sects' secret methods, it certainly ranked among the top five in speed—far surpassing ordinary top-tier flying artifacts. Yet now, even at his full speed, Wang Chan found himself momentarily unable to catch up with Han Li, who was steering his small boat with remarkable agility. This unexpected development only deepened Wang Chan's determination to strike. Han Li realized that if he continued to rush like this, he would surely be overtaken within just a cup of tea's time. He therefore needed to act immediately. Reaching into his storage pouch, he drew out a series of初级 consecutive fire ball seals. Then, pausing slightly without hesitation, he wildly threw several more scrolls backward and continued rushing forward. Immediately, a series of thunderous explosions followed. Unconsciously, Han Li turned his head and looked back. He saw that the front of the surging blood cloud, once raging, had been dispersed and thinned out, and faintly, the figure of the young master of Gui Ling Sect emerged through the haze. Han Li felt a surge of relief. As he was about to launch the remaining scrolls, Wang Chan suddenly raised her hand, and a green light grew steadily, rushing straight toward Han Li—her original flying spear artifact that had been resting beneath her feet. Han Li was forced to redirect his scrolls from the blood cloud to the green spear. The successive bursts of twenty or thirty fiery orbs knocked the black-tinged giant spear into a series of somersaults, momentarily pushing it away. Yet in this brief delay, the opposing blood cloud had already regained its original form and resumed its furious, swirling flames. At that moment, Wang Chan suddenly emitted several piercing, sky-reaching cries. With the sound of these cries splitting the heavens, the blood clouds surged dramatically, swelling rapidly and soon filling the sky, as if completely concealing the heavens and the earth. Following this surge, the blood clouds' speed instantly multiplied several times over, surging like a furious tide from behind, crashing directly toward the front of the Shenfeng Boat and spreading swiftly, instantly encircling Han Li, both himself and his magical artifacts, in midair. Han Li, startled, quickly halted the Shenfeng Boat that had nearly collided with the blood clouds, and reached into his storage pouch, pulling out a pair of dark, claw-like magical artifacts. At that very moment, the strange green fork silently approached once again from behind. "Go!" Han Li roared, as if he had eyes at the back of his body, and hurled the pair of artifacts backward. As soon as he released them, the claws instantly expanded to the size of a zhang, fiercely grasping the incoming green fork. The Green Fork did not waver, unleashing several streams of black mist from its tip, and within moments, it wound layer upon layer around the massive claws, seemingly immobilizing them completely. Seeing this, Han Li swiftly pressed a series of hand seals, causing a surge of black light to expand the claws several feet in length. With a series of swift movements, the black mist was torn apart, fragmented beyond recognition, and could no longer coalesce into a coherent form. "Excellent! Indeed excellent! This is no ordinary top-tier artifact—it has managed to effortlessly shatter the ethereal silk strands of the Emerald Shadow Fork. Truly, it was well worth my personal intervention!" Wang Chan's voice floated faintly beyond the blood cloud, and as the Green Fork emitted a series of low moans, it gradually retreated, vanishing into the blood cloud. Han Li then retrieved the top-tier artifact, the "Wu Long Du," crafted from the dragon claws, and cast a vigilant gaze around him. Now, he was completely enveloped in the blood-colored cloud that blocked out the sky, with not a single gap left for escape. The air was thick with an overpowering, nauseating scent of blood—clearly, without forcibly breaking through, he could not free himself. Thinking this, Han Li prepared to launch the "Wu Long Duo" once more. Yet, just as he was about to act, a sudden surge rippled through the blood cloud, and then two massive blood-red creatures, each stretching a zhang in height, burst forth. These creatures had short horns, a pointed tail trailing behind, and eyes the vivid red of the King's Cicada. With powerful claws, they charged straight toward Han Li. "What on earth are these?" Han Li had never seen such a creature before—its appearance was remarkably similar to the legendary little spirits. This news sent a wave of unease through him. He quickly released the "Wu Long Duo," then seized the two spirits with a single motion, effortlessly crushing them into pulp, and then returned them to their original blood cloud form. With that, Han Li felt reassured—after all, they were far from difficult to handle. But just as Han Li's thought was forming, mocking voices poured in from all around. "Hehe! Don't think you've secured a victory yet! This blood spirit ghost of mine isn't so easily dismissed. The real entertainment is just beginning!" Hearing this, Han Li felt his heart sink. Yet his mind remained as solid as a rock, unshaken by the other's words. Undeterred, he launched his artifacts at the blood cloud with full force. As the Wulong Duo first made contact, it effortlessly penetrated the cloud. Han Li was initially delighted by this success, only for the Wulong Duo to suddenly grow stiff and waver—appearing as though about to lose control. Han Li was startled and immediately drew back the artifacts with all his strength, just managing to pull them out of the blood cloud before they lost control entirely and returned them to his side. "Huh! Your artifact seems remarkably resistant to my spiritual blood's corruption. That's even better than I expected—I'd like to take it!" Wang Chan first gave a slight start of surprise, but soon revealed clear greed. At the same time, blood clouds from all around surged and rolled, and one after another, blood ghosts emerged, rushing eagerly toward Han Li. Han Li remained expressionless, his pair of black dragons weaving through the wind and rain, unyielding—each time a blood ghost collided with him, it was instantly sliced into fragments and reconverted into blood clouds. After Han Li had successively defeated hundreds of blood ghosts, and seeing that ghostly beings continued to emerge from all directions without cease, he sighed. Indeed, the worst scenario had unfolded—the monsters proved utterly inexhaustible. Each time one was slain, another rose from the blood clouds, maintaining a steady number of around thirty or so. It seemed the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect intended to exhaust him right here. With this realization, Han Li naturally resolved not to endure it any longer. He gave the storage sack a tap with his hand, withdrawing several dozen low-to-mid level scroll incantations—numbering well over seventy. Then, he launched them all at once toward a wall of blood clouds. Instantly, fire orbs, ice spears, and other magical projectiles rained down upon the cloud, and in addition, Han Li instantly cast several fire serpents right after. Having witnessed the chain of fire orbs slightly dispersing the blood mist, Han Li had already mentally noted this effect. Now, he hoped these spells would help clear a path through. "Sounds nice," murmured Wang Chan, voice low and sharp. He had never expected Han Li to carry so many scrolls—especially at the junior level. After all, aside from the upper-tier ones, most junior scrolls offered little benefit to foundation-stage cultivators. Yet, despite his pride and lofty demeanor, Wang Chan dared not let his blood mist directly absorb these spells. His blood spirit cultivation had only reached two layers, and simply couldn't withstand such relentless attacks. As for the attacks from the ritual implements, he didn't fear them much, thanks to the impurity of blood mist that tainted the implements. Several black skull heads suddenly emerged from the blood cloud at the sound of Wang Chan's command, just as the spells were arriving. Then, simultaneously opening their mouths, they expelled powerful streams of black energy, successfully deflecting the spells that had reached them. After a fierce barrage, while the skulls wavered slightly, the blood cloud behind them remained undisturbed. Han Li's expression darkened, and he turned his gaze toward other directions. But before he could act, black skull heads likewise appeared in the blood clouds from the other sides. At the same time, Wang Chan's cold laugh echoed: "Do you still think you have any chance? Then simply become a meal for the blood ghosts! I'd love to see how your body is gradually consumed by them—imagine the vivid scene! I can hardly wait to witness it!" The young master of Gui Ling Sect then burst into another round of laughter, his frenzy clearly evident. "A madman!" Han Li, simultaneously directing the black dragon to fend off the blood ghosts taking shape again, perspired profusely, urgently thinking of a strategy. By now, he had drawn out a mid-tier spiritual stone, holding it tightly to replenish his spiritual energy. After continuously defeating the blood ghosts one after another, he found himself truly overwhelmed as a foundation-stage cultivator. Meanwhile, Wang Chan sat cross-legged at the very peak of the blood mist, constantly chanting incantations to summon fresh blood ghosts, her demeanor exceptionally relaxed and content. Though her spiritual power was not particularly strong, the magical artifacts she carried were notably unusual and impressive. As she envisioned the addition of several fine pieces to her collection following this battle, a sense of pride stirred within her, and even the persistent bloodthirsty frenzy that had once plagued her seemed to ease. Suddenly, a deep emerald-red mist burst forth from the blood cloud with a loud "pop," swiftly enveloping Han Li's figure and gradually spreading outward. Soon, it also encased the blood ghouls within it, weaving intricately with the surrounding blood clouds. Wang Chan was initially startled, but soon realized that every time the emerald-red mist came into contact with her blood clouds, it was immediately absorbed by them. This reassured her. Despite the continuous absorption, the mist remained as dense and abundant as ever. The thick, vibrant emerald-red vapor made it impossible for the young master of Gui Ling Sect to see Han Li's movements clearly, raising his suspicions!