Han Li, though he had long anticipated that the process of refining the treasures would take a considerable amount of time, was still somewhat astonished after five months. Aside from occasionally tossing in some odd materials into the incense flame, the three immortal cultivators had maintained an air of calm composure throughout—continuously allowing the immortal essences to hover in the air, steadily emitting their flame, with little interruption. Indeed, they truly lived up to their reputation as elite beast cultivators, their inner power profoundly profound. Han Li himself, constantly refining his qi, had maintained a consistently full and abundant flow of energy. Even when the luminous aura absorbed a portion of his spiritual energy, it was nothing remarkable. As he watched, the bone wings within the flame gradually became increasingly translucent, and faint sounds of thunder and wind began to echo. Wind Xi’s expression of delight grew more evident with each passing day. Han Li knew that the wings were nearing completion. Throughout these months, the internal malevolent qi that had once troubled him had not surfaced at all—neither in any trace nor in the slightest hint. This did indeed puzzle him, though he quietly pondered upon it. It might be related to the divine, pestilence-clearing thunder stored within his body's talisman, for this kind of thunder itself has the remarkable ability to expel demons and purify evil. Perhaps the evil qi has already been automatically dispelled by this divine thunder. With this thought, Han Li felt naturally delighted. In fact, even if the evil qi actually manifested, he had a plan to eliminate it using this divine thunder. Should that still fail, he would dare to shrink the Jin-Eating Beetle down and swallow it whole, thereby forcibly absorbing the evil qi as well. Thus, the constraints imposed by the Liefeng Beast seemed utterly insignificant to Han Li from the very beginning, and he never took them seriously. He was certain that the old demon would never imagine that, despite his relatively modest cultivation level, he possessed an abundance of precious treasures and spiritual artifacts. With no lingering concerns, Han Li would certainly not remain passive. He had already carefully reviewed several pre-planned escape strategies in his mind, ready to adapt and implement whichever one proved most suitable depending on the situation at the time. Indeed, a month later, the Liefeng beast, originally seated with eyes closed, seemed to feel that the refinement was complete and prepared for the next move. He opened his eyes, focused intently on the bone wings forming in the sky above, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, he unleashed a series of fifteen consecutive spells toward the sky, instantly extinguishing the inner flame. Three immortal essences and two bone wings revealed themselves. Compared to before, the three immortal essences now appeared slightly duller in luster—due to the continuous emission of their inner flames over the past several months, which had slightly depleted their vital energy. In contrast, the two bone wings were remarkably well-formed and elegant, radiating a milky and silvery glow, standing out vividly. Without hesitation, Feng Xi pointed at his own immortal essence, and as it spun smoothly, it shot back into the air and was absorbed into his abdomen. Seeing this, the Poisoned Serpent and the Turtle Spirit exchanged glances and then followed suit, each drawing in their remaining two immortal essences. Silent and composed, the three beasts immediately closed their eyes and entered a state of meditation. After several days of rest, Feng Xi and the other immortal cultivators finally recovered their spiritual power and replenished their vital energy. At that moment, the Nine-Level Rift Wind Beast finally turned its gaze toward Han Li, then swiftly cast a spell at the light shield that had been enclosing him. As the red light pierced through the shield, it flashed brilliantly several times before the entire structure dissolved on its own. Han Li, however, remained calm, showing no surprise. "Now, I and my two companions will merge the two bone wings, initiating the fusion of wind and thunder. For this process to succeed, we will need a friend's wood-type spiritual energy to serve as a balancing force and harmonize the elements. Li, please prepare yourself!" Feng Xi said, his tone now more composed. "Understood!" Han Li replied briefly, without further comment. He then slowly rose to his feet. Seeing Han Li's composed demeanor, Feng Xi frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. After a brief moment of quiet contemplation, he suddenly, without warning, flicked his finger, sending a bright white flash rushing straight toward Han Li with a sharp "whoosh." Han Li's expression turned pale, yet after a moment's hesitation, he did not dare to move, allowing the white light to seep into his body—his face grew increasingly grim. "Master Feng, what is the meaning of this?" he said, pressing his lips together, his tone now noticeably somber. "Rest assured, the Wind Spirit Qi poses no serious threat. It will gradually dissipate over time. However, during this period, as long as I channel my spiritual power to activate it, you will suffer terribly. For now, please simply endure—do not attempt any other plans," Master Feng said, his voice low and measured. Each small vial contains one drop of the collected Everlasting Spirit Nectar. When your power wanes, take them orally. It is essential that the fusion process be seamless and uninterrupted—any lapse will render the Wind-Thunder Wings impossible to manifest. "This is most solemnly emphasized by the creature," said the beast with great seriousness. "Rest assured, I will do my utmost," replied the Poisoned Dragon, his eyes flashing with surprise upon hearing that the nectar was of a thousand-year vintage, yet he promptly affirmed his commitment. "Indeed! I too would like to witness the true power of the Wind-Thunder Wings once they are successfully crafted," added the Tortoise Beast, confidently placing his hands on his chest. Seeing this, Feng Xi beamed with satisfaction. Then, without further words, he rubbed his hands together, and a white light column, as thick as a serving bowl, shot forth from his palms and struck the five-colored luminous dome in the air. The dome trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, with the vibrant hues of the rainbow flickering erratically. Gradually, the colors shifted continuously, until only a brilliant, pure white light remained—intense and dazzling. The toxic dragon and the turtle demon, witnessing this, immediately released slightly finer beams of yellow and blue light, but midway they merged together, forming a lightning-based spiritual pillar of nearly the same thickness as the white beams, which then surged toward the opposite side of the aerial shield. At once, a deep, resonant rumbling began, and the shield underwent another transformation—silver and white glimmers interwove with thunderous crackles, pulsing in intensity, flickering erratically. "Master Lin," Wind Xi observed the scene, and without hesitation, issued a firm, cold command, "Inject one-tenth of your cultivation power into the spiritual energy." Upon hearing this, Han Li was certain that if he hesitated even a moment, the other would surely activate his internal wind spiritual current, offering him a splendid display. Thus, after a slight shift in expression, he could only comply, raising his hand and pointing his single finger toward the sky. A slender streak of green light shot into the interwoven hues of the two-toned glow. A remarkable scene unfolded! The luminous shield, which had initially hummed with a somewhat unstable resonance, instantly quieted and stabilized in luminous calm as the green light was infused within it. "Excellent," Wind Xi said, his expression relaxing with a touch of excitement. "Maintain the current flow of spiritual energy!" It seemed his method of fusing wind and thunder energies was truly effective. The other two immortals likewise gained renewed confidence. With the aid of the array, the three beings began to form a series of intricate hand seals and cast numerous spells onto the shield. Moments later, silver lightning and creamy white gales burst forth within the shield, tightly encircling the two central bone wings and initiating the fusion process. The three demons were visibly tense, continuously channeling soothing gestures into the protective sphere, while the Lìfēng Beast grew increasingly cold in expression. Han Li stood calmly within the spell array, listening to their instructions and intermittently infusing a few wooden essence spiritual energies. Occasionally, a spark of eager anticipation flickered across his face, yet he ultimately remained composed and made no hasty moves. Perhaps, Han Li felt the moment was not yet ripe! The three demons watched in growing delight as this scene unfolded. The next day, the turtle demon, whose magical power was the weakest, took the elixir from the bottle first, and within moments, her magical strength returned to normal. Over the following days, the other poisoned dragons and Feng Xi followed suit, each taking the elixir. Han Li observed all this with a calm, expressionless gaze, yet reached out to gently touch an object within his storage pouch, his eyes briefly flashing a subtle, almost imperceptible strangeness. Should the法宝 not be fully refined when the three demons next experienced a major drain of magical energy, then perhaps that would be his moment. This strategy had originally seemed to him the most unreliable. Yet now, it appeared that there was indeed a genuine chance of success.