Upon seeing the dragon formed by the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword charging toward it with murderous intent, the black giant tiger flashed a fierce gaze in its eyes, then roared low. It opened its massive mouth, expelling a series of black luminous spheres, each the size of a human head. The spectral forms of the two green dragons could still use both mouth and claws to tear and shatter the first several spheres. However, when it came to the seventh and eighth spheres, they finally faltered. With a mournful cry, the dragon's form was shattered by the impact of several spheres, revealing the true form of the flying sword. The two swords were then knocked back several dozen paces by the subsequent spheres, tumbling and spinning several times. At the same time, the bright green glow above diminished noticeably, as though its spiritual essence had been somewhat damaged. Seeing this, Han Li felt a deep sense of pity and quickly pointed his finger, causing the two swords to transform into streaks of green light and return to his body, where they settled and rested anew. Meanwhile, he extended his other hand, releasing four identical green flying swords that swiftly darted and cut through the giant tiger. The ghostly figure standing behind the tiger observed this development and He took a deep breath, and a piercing, shrill cry soared forth. Upon hearing this sound, the demonic tiger immediately lowered its head, its neck twisting, and both front paws deeply plunged into the ground. Then, a surprising sight unfolded! On one side of the giant tiger's head, a large, prominent bulge rose high, and after a flash of black light, a slightly smaller tiger head suddenly appeared there—transforming the creature into a two-headed demonic tiger! As the second tiger head emerged, the tiger's demonic aura surged even more dramatically, causing Han Li's brows to furrow in concern. At that moment, the tiger's spirit—without hesitation—opened both of its large mouths simultaneously, launching one after another dense clusters of black light spheres with vigorous momentum, all rushing toward Han Li. Han Li could not afford to delay. He pressed a series of hand seals, and the four flying swords hovering in midair began to tremble violently, multiplying into eight. Then, as the light intensified, the eight swords converged and fused into a single, towering green great sword several zhang in length. Han Li gazed at the sword, his eyes flashing with unusual light. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and expelled a pure stream of true energy, which transformed into a shimmering, misty glow and sprayed onto the broad surface of the great sword. At once, the sword emitted a long, clear resonance, radiating brilliant light and expanding into a十余-zhang-long ribbon of jade-green hue, charging straight toward the black luminous sphere, its movement accompanied by the rumbling of wind and thunder. The green and black light collided, scattering and bursting in dazzling splashes, producing an astonishing clamor. The green sword advanced with unstoppable momentum, cleaving through numerous spheres with remarkable vigor. Yet, more and more black spheres continued to surge forth from the two tiger-headed forms, one after another, without any sign of abating—seeming endless. This development caused Han Li's expression to grow serious, and he found himself somewhat surprised. Just as Han Li was pondering whether to employ other spells to overwhelm his opponent or release several more flying swords, a subtle ripple of air stirred十余 feet behind him, and there, silently, appeared a ghostly gray figure of astonishingly pale hue. Aside from its two blood-red eyes, the figure emitted not a single unusual aura. Han Li seemed entirely unaware of the change behind him. The ghost cast a glance at the floating insects drifting around Han Li, its eyes flashing red several times before it leapt suddenly, transforming into a slender streak of gray light and swiftly shooting toward Han Li's back, aiming to shatter his golden elixir with a single grasp. As for the insects, it paid them no mind at all. For its cultivation technique excelled at assuming form and remaining undetected; now, its entire body had become intangible, how could it fear the insects' notice? Moreover, even if the insects were spotted, it was confident that Han Li would have no time to react—would be instantly crushed beneath its sharp claws. The cultivation technique of this spectral figure was indeed most peculiar. The gray glow that shot toward Han Li emitted not a single sound, and moved with astonishing speed. In mere eye-blinks, it had closed the distance and reached behind Han Li. Yet, the once-floating golden and silver beetle creatures suddenly emitted a resonant "hooom," sweeping out in vast numbers and raining down upon the gray light. The spectral figure was startled! Before it could react, countless golden and silver beetles had already formed a barrier in front of it, advancing with determined momentum. Instantly, the gray glow plunged deep into the swirling tide of these flying insects, covered completely, and transformed into a radiant golden and silver hue. The spectral figure was both stunned and furious, trembling slightly to try to dislodge the insects, but to no avail. A dense, peculiar sensation soon spread across its entire body. As it paused and lowered its gaze, the blood-like light within its eyes flickered wildly, revealing deep astonishment. These insects that had previously failed to capture its ethereal ghostly form began to tear at its spectral image, though the process was laborious, they indeed consumed it bit by bit. Remarkably, they managed to ignore its intangible ghostly body. Now, the Gray Shadow grew alarmed, and his form began to shift continuously. At times, he turned into a dense black mist; at others, he transformed into a ghostly creature clad in scales. Yet no matter how much he changed, the dense swarm of insects remained firmly attached to his true form, preventing him from breaking free. Within just a brief moment, his ghostly essence had been significantly eroded by thousands of these strange insects. At that very instant, Han Li finally turned his gaze upon the Gray Shadow, cold and steady. He said not a single word, then raised both hands, summoning two more spirit-beast bags into the air. Two additional bands of golden and silver insects hummed into existence, soon taking the shape of two massive arrows that descended and joined the assault. At last, the gray specter emitted a thunderous, terrified cry, calling for aid to the distant black specter. Upon hearing this cry, the black shadow finally showed a hint of anxiety. It glanced toward the colossal tiger spirit still locked in fierce contention with the jade sword of the green hue, hesitating slightly. Yet then, as its green glow contracted, it suddenly surged forward, transforming into a thick, black mist that surged directly upon the two-headed demon tiger. The black tiger instantly roared with pain, rising upright. Then its hind legs thickened and expanded, while its front legs grew slender and contracted. As one of the tiger heads blurred, a furry human face emerged, veiled in dense black mist. The other tiger head remained unchanged, yet its eyes now burned with fierce wrath. "Spirit Attachment," Han Li drew a deep breath, quietly naming the spell. At first hearing, it seemed very similar to "body attachment," where a spirit is likewise attached to a living being. In fact, the utility differs dramatically! Aside from that, using the technique of "body attachment" not only fails to enhance one's power, but after attachment, the practitioner can only manifest only a few layers of their original strength—merely a convenient, long-range method of body manipulation. After casting it, there are typically no significant drawbacks. Although at first the duration of this spirit-attachment is not very long and automatically dissolves shortly thereafter, as the technique is practiced more and more times with progressively longer durations, the newly formed entity gradually assumes dominance. Eventually, this transformation becomes irreversible! Yet ironically, this half-human, half-elf being, born with astonishing cultivation prowess, has a surprisingly short lifespan. The very cost of acquiring such extraordinary strength is the remarkable depletion of its own life span. Often, it perishes shortly after achieving independence. Furthermore, though the truth of this may be uncertain, there is a tradition that suggests when a cultivator practices this spirit-attachment technique, upon their death, their spirit eternally sinks into the endless abyss, never entering the Six Paths of Rebirth again. This has caused the cultivators of the immortal realm to grow increasingly apprehensive about this phenomenon. Fortunately, however, few cultivators are aware of this spirit-attachment technique, and even fewer who know of it actually choose to practice it. Otherwise, his lifespan would drastically shorten, or he would die transformed into a half-human, half-ghost-monster. The image of the ghost merging with the giant tiger before him perfectly matched the legendary spirit-attachment technique. Yet this should have been a technique normally mastered by ordinary cultivators. It was unheard of that ghosts or spirits could themselves cultivate, let alone that they would unexpectedly perform such a technique upon their artifact spirit. Even the usually composed Han Li, who rarely showed visible expressions, now wore a look of deep suspicion. His sense of alertness also heightened significantly.