Han Li did not look at the Yue Emperor's venomous expression. A golden measuring rod, a pair of purple strange blades, and a blue long sword floated silently within the bloodlight—precisely the artifacts of Song Meng and the others. Now motionless in the bloodlight, they seemed to have lost their vitality. Han Li glanced thoughtfully, realizing that the protective magical aura of this person specifically tainted ordinary artifacts; only the pair of black dragons, which had been previously unharmed, remained unaffected. Moreover, only this individual had appeared so far, suggesting that the blue-robed man who claimed to be the Black Shao Sect's master had indeed perished under the thunderbolt's strike. With this thought, Han Li felt a sense of relief. Yet he offered the opponent no chance to recover, silently issuing a command in his mind. Before him, the dozen or so puppets launched an immediate assault, unleashing a continuous stream of light arrows and beams aimed directly at the enemy. Although the Song and Meng faction members were initially startled by the loss of their magical artifacts and thus hesitant to use them, once Han Li launched his assault, they all spontaneously chanted incantations and activated spells, continuously hurling various incantations and talismans toward the ground below. They were well aware that only by decisively defeating the final enemy standing before them could they secure their lives and escape the nightmare of witnessing so many of their comrades perish. Seeing this, the Yue Huang remained expressionless, yet with a simple hand gesture, he lightly swept his palm in front of him, forming a massive crimson light shield that now stood before him, effortlessly deflecting all the attacks. However, his own crimson glow grew increasingly frail, even appearing as though he might collapse, which in turn intensified the intensity of Han Li's and the others' assaults. Upon hearing this, the Yue Huang emitted a cold sigh, then without further words, reached into his cloak and produced a small, deep-green vial in his hands. He swiftly poured out a pill the size of a dragon eye. The pill was uniformly crimson, exuding a strong, pungent scent of blood, and appeared far from a healing remedy. Yet, without hesitation, Yue Huang tossed it into his mouth, then casually threw the bottle aside—its contents had been only that single pill. Han Li was equally stunned. He too had no idea what the other had taken—something so extraordinary in its effects. He had never come across any such phenomenon in any of the texts he had studied! "A healing pill called the Marrow-Revitalizing Pill," came a clear, composed voice from behind Chen Qiaoqian. Han Li paused slightly, while Chen Qiaoqian turned with bright surprise. "Miss Zhong, you're all right now!" "I'm fine, nothing serious. But seeing this monster who killed Liu Sheng, I must kill him!" After regaining consciousness, Miss Zhong Wei managed a faint smile for Chen Qiaoqian before her expression grew stern. "We all want to kill him. The key point is that now he has the same determination!" Han Li replied calmly, without turning around. At hearing Han Li's words, Zhong Wei-niang looked down in surprise, only to have her expression suddenly turn grave. The great foe, Yu Huang, had withdrawn his luminous shield during their conversation, and the blood glow now surged to nearly two or three zhang thick. The several magical artifacts seized from him were gradually dissolving within this expanding blood radiance. All the attacks from spells and puppets were now repelled, kept at bay by this blood glow—previously, his protective light had only extended a few feet. Clearly, his cultivation had vastly improved. He then lifted his gaze coldly to Han Li and the others, and suddenly extended one arm, reaching out into the air behind him. A crimson orb leapt forth from somewhere behind and landed precisely in his hand. Han Li's eyes flashed with recognition at this sight—he immediately recalled the blue-robed figure who had perished beneath his Tian Lei Zi. It seemed this orb was the one left behind by Yu Huang. Now, the "Blood-Condensed Five Elements Pill" was complete. As long as he could defeat this foe, he would secure these two powerful condensation-stage treasures of great benefit. "Young sir, is there still a thunder bolt from Tian Lei Zi? If so, I'll stand here and receive another one, to see whether your Tian Lei Zi is more powerful, or whether my protective magical technique is more enduring." Yue Huang carefully tucked the bead into his chest and said to Han Li in a calm, cold tone. Han Li's expression grew serious at once, and with his lips slightly parted, he softly transmitted a few words to the ears of the others, leaving Chen Qiaoqian and Song Meng visibly startled. Seeing their reactions, Han Li spoke coldly, "My words have reached this point—whether you believe me or not, is entirely up to you." Though he did not use telepathy, the message was clearly heard even by the seated Yue Huang, who immediately grew cold, raised his hand, and pointed—sending a streak of red light the thickness of a thumb that vanished in an instant, arriving at Han Li's side. Han Li was taken aback by the speed of the red light, yet managed to firmly overlap his white phosphorus shield and turtle-shell artifact in front of him. A surge of green light then erupted from his body, forming a shimmering green shield. Facing an attack whose nature he still did not fully understand, Han Li dared not afford any slack. Two soft puffs of air followed, and as soon as he heard them, he instinctively leaned to the side, feeling a sudden, sharp pain radiating across his right shoulder. Han Li's face grew pale as he turned his head, seeing fresh blood gushing from his right shoulder, a wound wide enough to accommodate a finger. He licked his slightly dry lips, stunned, and glanced toward the two magical artifacts before him. A similar fine opening appeared where the white phosphorus shield and the turtle-shell artifact overlapped—both had been pierced through by that unobtrusive red light. As for his Qingyuan Sword Shield, it had done nothing at all, shattered instantly and completely dissolved by the red glow. Han Li had no idea that, at the very moment he was trembling with fear, the Yue Huang below was even more astonished. Though it appeared effortless when he executed that move, the "Blood Spirit Drill" he had just used was no ordinary technique. It had been painstakingly refined over decades—during his daily cultivation, he slowly condensed and compressed certain qi within his body by dozens of times, storing it deep inside for a sudden, decisive strike. This was a one-time attack, requiring immense effort and suffering during its formation. The process itself was painful, and the perfected drill was one of his most potent magical techniques, previously always proving fatal to any opponent. In the past, no cultivator had ever escaped it. Yet now, Han Li had only sustained a light wound—how could this not be astonishing? Unconsciously, Han Li had become the cornerstone of these several people, and his unexpected injury had caused them all to grow uneasy. "Move!" After shifting his gaze from the wound, Han Li immediately issued the command without hesitation. He then poured immense qi into the divine wind boat beneath his feet, and in a flash, he ascended, riding the vessel to the side. Upon hearing this, Song Meng, Zhong Wei-niang, and the others exchanged glances and swiftly followed Han Li, taking off together. Seeing this, Yue Huang was first taken aback, but then broke into a cold smile. He flashed into the air, preparing to soar after them, only to be suddenly surrounded by ten differently shaped puppets at the very moment.