The Shenfeng Boat moved with exceptional speed, and even with Han Li's late-stage Foundation stage cultivation, it surged forward like an arrow released from a bow, nearly carrying a hissing sound of rushing through the air. When Han Li spotted the rock where he had previously stood, he finally exhaled a sigh of relief, reaching up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and turning to look back. Suddenly, an eerie sensation surged from behind him! Startled, Han Li immediately stomped his foot on the Shenfeng Boat without hesitation. Instantly, both he and his法宝 were thrown sideways, and the Shenfeng Boat vanished, drifting ten or twelve paces away. At the same moment, a long, deep-yellow arch of light flashed briefly through the spot where Han Li had stood, then continued for twenty or thirty paces before the yellow glow faded, revealing a figure. Han Li wiped his damp, cold sweat and glanced at the person, only to smile faintly with a touch of resignation. The man before him had wild hair flowing over his shoulders—none other than the ancient elder from the Li family of the Liulian Hall! At this moment, he stood on a circular, earth-yellow法宝, gazing silently at Han Li, his eyes cold and lifeless—so cold that Han Li seemed already dead in his gaze. Below, at a distance of over ten zhang behind the Shada Shen, precisely where Han Li had laid out his great array, Han Li's heart sank with dread. Yet Han Li knew clearly that now, no matter how much he pleaded or questioned, it would all be in vain. He could only hope to engage the Dan-jing stage "senior" in a direct confrontation, and see if he could use the power of the array to encircle and hold him. With this thought, Han Li straightened his resolve. Under his command, Qu Hun flickered slightly, stepping in front of Han Li, and radiating faint streaks of bloodlight, enveloping his entire form in a blood-colored aura tinged with a faint metallic scent. Meanwhile, Han Li raised both hands, and with a flash of light, produced two additional artifacts in his hands. At that moment, seeing Han Li and Qu Hun displaying a clear determination to resist, the ancient elder's eyes flashed with cold intensity. Immediately, his circular法宝 emitted a resonant hum, and a vibrant yellow glow surged forth, enveloping him completely like a shield. Then, suddenly, the elder spread his hands, and a dense stream of yellow light burst forth from his ten fingers—swiftly transforming into crescent-shaped blades of luminous yellow light, silently rushing toward Han Li and Qu Hun in a relentless surge. A continuous series of "pffft" sounds echoed, and the initial segment of light blades, illuminated by the emerald glow, instantly grew sluggish and motionless. However, as more crescent-shaped blades surged forward, one after another, into the emerald light, the glow was swiftly cut into fragments, dispersing into scattered points of starlight. At the same time, the mirror in Han Li's hands cracked with a sharp "crack" and split completely in two, utterly destroyed. He tossed the mirror aside without any sense of regret over its destruction. Without even glancing at it, he raised his hand and struck the storage pouch. Two dark beams and five bright beams shot out sequentially, spiraled once above his head, and then aligned themselves neatly to meet the advancing blades. Yet Han Li was far from satisfied. More flashes of white light danced around his side, and seven or eight puppet soldier figures materialized on either flank, drawing their bows and nocking their arrows, poised and ready to act. At this moment, the cluster of light blades had struck the massive turtle shell, immediately carving countless deep grooves upon contact. After barely sustaining for a brief instant, the artifact emitted a mournful cry and was severed into countless fragments by the converging blades. At that moment, the red light intertwined and collided with the already waning light blades, while the light arrows from the puppet soldiers flanking Han Li joined the crimson dragon's assault at just the right moment, creating a temporary stalemate. This development left Han Li delighted, while the elder standing across from him, slightly astonished, paused in surprise. However, the arriving Jin Dan-stage cultivator, with a disdainful huff, shook his arms and his yellow glow intensified. As he did so, Han Li felt a sudden chill in his heart! Having already exhausted all his法宝 to withstand this assault, if the opponent launched another attack of such sharp intensity, Han Li would surely perish. Just as Han Li was trembling with anxiety, unexpectedly—perhaps the heavens had favored him—the Jin Dan cultivator who had been冷笑ing suddenly turned pale. A strange flush of blood rose on his cheeks, then quickly turned ashen. Immediately, his yellow glow dimmed, and as he shivered, his body bent in pain. The ancient elder was instantly stunned and furious! He knew well that this was due to his earlier severe depletion of vital energy, coupled with his failure to rest and recuperate, and his own overuse of true essence. However, as long as he had a moment's time, he could once again suppress his injuries and easily extinguish Han Li. Yet Han Li was now ecstatic and thrilled! Seizing this golden opportunity without hesitation, he pulled the Quhun with him, completely disregarding the seven or eight puppets and the red dragon still engaged in battle, and sped off like a bolt of lightning toward the unnamed small island below. He flew directly diagonally beneath his opponent's crouched form. At this moment, the ancient elder felt both humiliated and enraged! If Han Li truly succeeded in escaping from him, the situation would indeed become a major embarrassment. In his frustration, he no longer cared about how much his own injuries might worsen; he gritted his teeth, forcefully summoned his full spiritual energy, and suppressed his discomfort. Then, without any hesitation, he spun around, his yellow aura blazing, and shot after Han Li with full force. To Han Li, who was fully channeling his spiritual force into his artifact, a distance of several dozen zhang seemed to vanish in an instant. Yet, almost as soon as he stepped fully into the array's range, the yellow streak surged after him, entering the array at the same moment. Gu, the elder, had been quietly delighted at the prospect of eliminating both of them in a single strike. Suddenly, his vision blurred and the scene transformed. What once was a small island now stretched out in every direction—boundless, shimmering seas on all sides, pressing down on him with immense weight. "An array?" Gu's face grew serious. Though surprised that an array had suddenly appeared here, he did not panic. From the subtle fluctuations of nearby array energies, he judged it to be no particularly grand or formidable one—something he was confident he could easily dispel. With that thought, Gu's expression hardened, and his yellow glow became brilliant and radiant. The "Bian Shui Qing Jia Array" that Han Li himself had laid was naturally very different from the encounter he now faced with this Jie Dan-stage "senior" behind him. After a few swift maneuvers with his vehicle, Han Li easily broke free from the array. At that moment, as he had originally intended to make a swift retreat, he turned around only to find his expression darkening. He saw the ancient elder transforming into a brilliant yellow lightning arc, launching relentless thunderous assaults upon the array's seals—seeming poised to shatter them and escape at any moment. This made Han Li's expression shift between concern and uncertainty. It appeared clear that if he now simply took off on his vehicle, he would inevitably be caught again by this rising star. After all, the speed difference between法宝 and the vehicle was truly vast. Han Li hesitated slightly, but the elder managed to breach several more layers of the array's defenses. With a flash of fierce determination, Han Li, now pressed and urgent, summoned Qu Hun without further delay. Together, they slipped silently through the remaining seals, moving steadily closer to the ancient elder. But just as Han Li and the other two were about to truly approach each other, the ancient elder, who had been freely and unrestrainedly dismantling the array's restrictions, suddenly seemed to sense something. He abruptly halted his actions, scanning the surroundings with heightened alertness, his expression now sharp and stern. Han Li furrowed his brow. Yet, upon flipping his palm, a flash of light revealed a series of small, jade-green flags in his hands—precisely the main control flags governing the array. A few soft incantations murmured softly from Han Li's lips, and then he threw the flags into the air, where they dissolved into a streak of jade-green light and seamlessly merged into the great array. Instantly, the scene before the ancient elder changed—the surrounding sea waves surged violently, and the already immense pressure, now intensified further, momentarily paralyzing his form.