Song and Meng saw the Yue Emperor launching an attack against Han Li, who was meditating in a seated posture. Though they knew that with the power of this blade, they would simply be unable to withstand even a single move, they could only helplessly raise their hands—Song releasing a series of fire balls, and Meng hurling a scroll that manifested into seven or eight massive stones, each the size of a grinding stone, and hurling them toward the target, hoping to at least provide some resistance. Unfortunately, these two magical attacks were completely dispersed before they even reached the blade, crushed and scattered by the gentle sweep of the immense blade's light. Then, the blade's momentum turned and surged again, carrying with it a strong, fetid scent, and struck down with renewed force. As Han Li watched the blade's brilliance closing in, his expression remained calm, a quiet smile playing at the corner of his lips. Upon seeing Han Li so composed, the Yue Emperor was momentarily stunned, still uncertain about the deeper meaning of his composure, when the blade already descended upon him. With that strike, the Yue Emperor felt a sudden flash of vision—Han Li had vanished from beneath him, and the blade struck only empty air. To his surprise, he found himself back at a height of several dozen zhang, where the five-colored glow still stretched out below. It seemed as though he had been transported back to his original position. The Yue Huang's face was deeply displeased. He gritted his teeth, swiftly cutting through the glow with several strokes, and finally reached the lower level, while Han Li remained seated in quiet contemplation, gazing at him. This time, Yue Huang did not rush straight forward. Instead, he shook his body, and a vast expanse of bloodlight poured down, pressing upon the ground, followed shortly by the black blade streaks. Having anticipated this development, Yue Huang finally managed to clearly perceive the strange scene unfolding below. When the bloodlight reached a distance of one zhang above Han Li's head, it seemed to be swallowed by something, vanishing completely. At the same time, he sensed the emergence of his protective magical aura at the upper reaches behind him—indeed, he had been instantly transported back to his original position. To the astonishment of the Yue Emperor, the following strike proved utterly useless; with a flash, both he and his blade returned to the lofty realm of the shimmering light. This time, his face turned pale, and for the first time, he showed genuine panic. He no longer charged downward, but instead raised his Black Blood Demon Blade, sending out a continuous stream of crescent-shaped blade beams in various directions, striving to locate any flaw in the formation. However, shortly after these beams were launched, they suddenly rebounded back unchanged, illuminated by a flash of white light, leaving him flustered and scrambling to block his own sharp attacks. Previously, when the Yue Emperor had found it difficult to break through the formation, he had merely suspected it contained some illusionary elements, and thus had not been overly concerned—believing that, with his own magical prowess, overcoming a minor array would be a simple matter. But now, with the phenomenon of instant teleportation of figures and powerful attacks being deflected, his confidence began to crumble, and his heart sank with growing apprehension. How could this be a restriction born of the famed "Divine Prohibition Array"—a truly powerful array! As his mind grew increasingly uneasy and his sense of foreboding deepened, a surge of potent spiritual energy suddenly emanated from beneath the shimmering aura, causing him to stiffen instantly. He clutched his black blade tightly and observed as the blood-like glow on his body began to whirl rapidly, forming a sudden, vibrant whirlwind of crimson that enveloped him completely, rendering him impervious to any external forces. Then, two additional streams of equally strong spiritual pressure erupted from below. Amidst a series of resonant "humming" sounds, the shimmering aura above split open, revealing a circular passage of about one zhang in diameter. Instantly, countless slender green measuring rods surged forth from the passage, forming a continuous, powerful flow of green energy that surged directly toward Yue Huang. These were precisely the green measuring rods successfully activated by Han Li. After the rods had all cleared the path, a small crimson sword and a yellow crystal orb emerged one after another. As soon as the two talismans passed through the channel, a transformation occurred—one grew immensely large while the other emitted a brilliant yellow light. Under the guidance of Chen Qiaoqian and Zhong Weimang, the two talismans silently split apart and encircled the advancing forces. Seeing this, the Yue Huang's face turned ashen in the blood-wind, and he suddenly began wildly dancing his black-blooded sword, launching seven or eight massive blade streaks toward the green scrolls. Amid a series of sharp crackling explosions, the smaller scrolls were shattered in half. At the same time, Han Li, who was controlling the talismans, grew slightly pale, as the connection between them transmitted the impact. The power of the blood sword truly exceeded expectations—thankfully, he had not had to meet it head-on. Yet at this point, the Yue Huang was merely making a final, desperate effort. Despite the blade streaks, the remaining green scrolls and the subsequent red swords and yellow crystal spheres swiftly advanced and plunged directly into the blood wind. Immediately following the crimson whirlwind column, various piercing cries rose sharply, with flashes of green, red, and yellow light continuously erupting, holding their own against the black glow. Clearly, the struggle within was intense! Suddenly, a voice of shock and anger echoed from within, followed by a sound of shattering—the black glow and the yellow and red hues flashed violently together, then completely vanished from the blood-wind stream. At the same time, Chen Qiaoqian and Zhong Weimang, seated beside Han Li, both turned pale, their eyes losing all luster. "Seventh sister, are you both all right?" Song Meng asked anxiously. "Fine. That blood blade of theirs is truly extraordinary—it has managed to force a mutual annihilation with my and Zhong sister's seal and artifacts. Now we shall see whether Han brother's seal and artifacts can finally defeat them." Chen Qiaoqian withdrew two blue pills from her sleeve, took one herself, and gave one to Zhong Weimang, speaking softly. "Both of your seal and artifact arrays have been destroyed?" the other listener asked, his expression filled with profound astonishment. In her mind, besides the treasures, the scroll-objects should have been invincible! "Indeed! I suspect that the demon blade the other side holds might actually be a fragment of some divine artifact," said Zhong Wei-niang, taking a pill and her face glowing with an unusual warmth, her lips slightly parted. "A fragment of a divine artifact? How is that possible?" Chen Qiao-qian was equally astonished. At that moment, a series of thunderous, earth-shaking sounds erupted overhead, resonating continuously, prompting the group to turn and look in surprise. Through the faint glow of霞, a brilliant light blending hues of jade and blood surged forth at the battlefield. Soon, the bloodlight rapidly diminished and was completely absorbed by the jade-like radiance. Then, the light gradually faded, revealing Yue Huang standing upright, his face filled with bewilderment. His lips moved slightly, as if the porcelain-like structure of his body had shattered. His entire form collapsed into a heap of disintegrated flesh, and he fell straight downward, gently supported by the ethereal glow above their heads. At sight of this, the fellow disciples of Han Li were filled with joy, and Song Meng turned directly to Han Li, excitedly declaring, "Brother Han, you've defeated this demon! I knew you would!" "I had to fully unleash the remaining power of the scroll and artifact to break its blood aura—otherwise, we'd have to fight it for a long time," Han Li said, standing up with a smile, his voice carrying a touch of pride. Indeed, the method of drawing out such a substantial portion of the artifact's power wasn't something ordinary disciples could master—it was only after Han Li had used and observed numerous different scroll and artifact items over time that he had gradually gained a few insights. This was a sharp and effective strategy: though it reduced the number of times the artifact had to be used, it significantly amplified its power. For strong opponents, it proved exceptionally effective. Han Li himself had only just fully grasped this technique a few days ago. Now, by employing it unexpectedly, he successfully annihilated an opponent who was already severely depleted in vital energy. Of course, this sacred relic also finally perished, turning to ash. However, Han Li's thoughts had long been fixed on the "Blood-Condensed Five-Element Pill." After briefly acknowledging Song Meng, he promptly released two beast puppets and headed straight toward the body of the Overking. The others, seeing this, didn't seem particularly concerned. After all, this enemy had been nearly entirely defeated thanks to Han Li's efforts, and thus, the spoils naturally belonged to him. Only Zhong Wei-niang, upon hearing that her beloved had avenged his honor, finally brightened up and expressed her heartfelt gratitude to Han Li. She said that Liu's senior and the others, if they knew of this, would surely be deeply thankful to Han Li for having avenged their cause. This remark, however, made Han Li, who had originally come with a different purpose, feel a little embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject, suggesting that everyone else hurry to search further throughout the palace to see if there were any remaining members of the Black-Devouring Sect still hidden within, while he would stay behind to tidy up and dismantle the great array. Hearing what Han Li had said, the others in Huang Fenggu clearly understood his intent—this was plainly an opportunity to claim the spoils from the Black Shad Sect's stronghold being offered to them. Song Meng immediately beamed with satisfaction. Although Chen Qiaoqian and Zhong Wei'nan felt a bit embarrassed, Han Li simply said, "I'll meet up with you all after I've finished my tasks, and the Black Shad Sect's master should still have quite a few valuable items with him—enough to make up for what I've taken!" Upon hearing this, the others found it reasonable and no longer hesitated. After all, they had indeed suffered significant losses in today's battle. Thus, once Han Li released his great formation, the others promptly took their respective vehicles and flew off. Seeing them disappear, Han Li finally turned to the two beast puppets above and waved a hand. They immediately carried the several items they had gathered and flew back to him.