When Han Li found that his flying sword was ineffective against the two demons, he naturally grew deeply astonished. Yet upon further reflection, he realized that among high-level beast creatures, nearly all specialize in cultivating their bodily essence. Some of these, especially those naturally tough and resilient, can even withstand direct impacts from high-level cultivators'法宝 without sustaining damage. Moreover, beast creatures typically live several to even several dozen times longer than ordinary human cultivators. As a result, the higher the rank of the beast, the more time they have to refine their bodily essence to an extent that astonishes human cultivators. This explains why cultivators before the Yuan婴 stage could defeat beast creatures of eight levels or below, relying on their法宝 and intelligence. However, once a beast surpasses the Huaxing stage, fully matures its bodily essence, and opens its wisdom, it begins to consistently outperform human cultivators of the same rank. The jiao-long, belonging to the scales-and-shells category of celestial and terrestrial spiritual beasts, is already comparable to a ninth-level ordinary beast at the eighth level—its defensive capabilities naturally remain strong. As for the turtle demon currently in sight, it is one of the most defensively robust among turtle species. As for the flying sword that Han Lichai had cultivated to possess a certain degree of power, it was no surprise that it could not move the two demons who were now immobile. Should it be a senior cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage, wielding a treasure artifact refined over hundreds of years, the two demons would certainly be safe while immobile. Even if the senior cultivator himself were immobilized and lying on the ground, Han Lichai, with his current flying sword, could easily dispatch him. Of course, the wild-bearded demon, whose form had been refined nearly indistinguishable from that of the elven race, would be an exception. As for the Divine-Defeating Thunder, though it proved exceptionally effective against magical arts and demonic techniques, it held no particular advantage over the demonic race. The thunder's power stemmed from the Golden Thunder Bamboo itself, but with Han Lichai's current cultivation level, he could only fully unleash a fraction—about one-tenth—of its potential. Understanding all these circumstances, Han Lichai remained undaunted. He was well aware that once he attained the Yuan Ying stage, and then dedicated over a hundred more years to refining the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, the power of his artifact At that moment, the several flying swords transforming into massive blades, breaking through the two demons' bodily defenses, was by no means a difficult task. After all, the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword had been painstakingly refined by him into a top-tier artifact. He firmly believed in its immense potential. Currently, Han Li could easily defeat ordinary cultivators at the Jiadian stage, or even common eight-level beasts. Yet, when facing senior cultivators at the Yuanying stage or eight-level beasts, he dared not entertain the thought of outright resisting. The Jiadian and Yuanying stages represented entirely different realms! These thoughts swiftly circulated through Han Li's mind several times. Glancing at the turtle demon beneath his feet and the wind spirit glowing white on the other side, his face flickered with several expressions of uncertainty. He was certain that, aside from risking the use of the Qianlan Ice Flame, he had no immediate method capable of eliminating the two demons within a short timeframe. Even so, while he believed the turtle demon would be manageable, he estimated that the chances of successfully defeating the Liefeng Beast—whose protective aura was so extraordinary—were still less than three in ten. Because the Dry Blue Ice Flame, he could barely control it at all, let alone channel it to concentrate its power upon the two immortals. As a result, the actual effectiveness of the ice flame naturally diminished significantly. What troubled Han Li even more was that he could release the flame but could not absorb or contain it—should he fail to extinguish the Rift Wind Beast, this precious treasure would effectively be given away to the creature, only strengthening its power. In that case, it would be better off staying with himself! Once he solidified his true embryo and then refined the essence of this item, the Dry Blue Ice Flame would surely become his next decisive move. Han Li did not hesitate or waste any time on further deliberation. The turtle immortal still remained robust, with a full, rounded form. But the Rift Wind Beast’s abdomen had shrunk by nearly half since the beginning, and its gloomy expression was growing increasingly darker. Upon seeing this, Han Li felt a sudden chill. He estimated that it would not be long before the creature could fully suppress the medicinal power within the spiritual fluid and regain the ability to summon its own energy and move again. Thus, Han Li bit his teeth, bent down, and yanked the storage bag from the turtle demon beneath his feet, then kicked the immobile creature into the pool of earth-fire with a single leap. After retrieving another storage bag from the remains of the toxic dragon, he collected the spirit pearl, flashed into motion, and appeared behind the crack-wind beast, kicking it as well into the surging earth-fire. Without pausing to glance at the fates of the two demons, Han Li suddenly transformed into a streak of jade-green light and sped away. He didn’t believe that, no matter how powerful the two demons might be, he could simply hide on any island at will—could they possibly find him? A tremendous roar followed, and the stone gate was shattered, the light trail vanishing entirely. Silence fell over the workshop. After an unknown length of time, a furious, plaintive cry erupted from the earth-fire pool, followed by a brilliant white flash that shot out, shattered the roof, pierced through the sanctuary’s seal, and disappeared without a trace. At that very moment, the brilliant light appeared directly above the small island, darting swiftly around the perimeter at a speed invisible to the naked eye, before returning to its distant position. As the light faded, the figure of Feng Xi, the Nine-Rank Rift-Wind Beast, emerged. His bearing remained unshaken, as if he had been undisturbed in the earth's fiery pool. Yet his face bore evident grit and strain, and he clutched firmly at the massive, motionless body of the turtle demon, still unable to move it. The turtle demon had no protective treasures, and his entire body was scorched, his beard and hair reduced to ash—clearly having endured considerable suffering in the intense heat. Feng Xi's eyes flashed a soft white light, scanning the surroundings with a solemn, eerie demeanor, then suddenly grew fierce. He then pressed a hand seal, with white light pulsing along his fingers, and after a brief moment, a sharp, determined expression passed over his face. Without further hesitation, he fixed his gaze on a specific direction and surged forward as a streak of white light. Meanwhile, far away, thousands of miles off, Han Li, who had been rushing through the air in a blood-red cloak, suddenly broke Just now, the Feng Ling Jin that had been trapped by the Bixie Divine Lightning suddenly stirred, becoming unstable. Fortunately, Han Li reacted swiftly, quickly dispersing the spiritual energy on his cloak and using pure spiritual energy to forcefully suppress the disturbance. Now, in his late Jie Dan stage, while he still couldn't fully control the crimson cloak, he could now at will cut off and draw spiritual energy from it—significantly enhancing the cloak's practicality. Han Li's face turned pale, naturally knowing that the Liefeng Beast had finally broken free. Without hesitation, he changed direction and rapidly injected spiritual energy into the cloak, speeding off at full speed. Previously, he had completely ruffled the beast's feathers, and if the creature caught up with him, he would surely be dismembered and his soul and spirit extracted. Yet what troubled Han Li deeply was that, despite being so far apart, the beast still managed to control the Feng Ling Jin trapped within him—something entirely unexpected, which left him with a sense of regret. Perhaps, when they were in the alchemy chamber, sacrificing the Qinglan Ice Pearls through sheer risk had been the wisest move! But now, no matter how much he might wish otherwise, Han Li could only transform into a swirling mass of blood light, fleeing desperately. For the next several hours—ranging from two to three hours to merely a meal's time—Han Li's Fengling Qi would inevitably flare up. Though he always managed to suppress it in time, each time he would immediately veer off course, to avoid being pinpointed and pursued by the opponent. Han Li's flight speed, though far behind that of the Liefeng Beast, had now granted him the initiative—he could consistently maintain a safe distance and outpace the beast each time. Yet, with his keen sense of Fengling Qi, Feng Xi would swiftly close the gap and rejoin him without fail. Thus, for over a month, Han Li and the Liefeng Beast took turns leading and trailing, playing hide-and-seek across the vast ocean. On the journey, Han Li remained constantly anxious, his spirits deeply depressed. To avoid being forever pursued by the Wind-Crack Beast, Han Li naturally intended to dissolve the Wind Spirit Qi within him. Yet this substance proved exceptionally resilient—after a full month of concentrated effort, it had not diminished at all, far beyond what a Jin-Dan stage cultivator could achieve. Faced with this, Han Li abandoned his original plan and instead focused entirely on fleeing and concealing himself. What puzzled Han Li, however, was that the Wind-Crack Beast did not frequently employ its spells to detect his location. If that were the case, the beast should have already intercepted and blocked him. He found himself utterly at a loss to understand this! Han Li was unaware that, thousands of miles away, Feng Xi shared his own deep frustration. He certainly did not wish to use his spells more often to locate Han Li, but his current situation mirrored Han Li's remarkably closely. Though the beast had managed to gather the hidden foreign substances within its body and temporarily encased them with spiritual energy, these substances inevitably triggered and manifested at regular intervals. Forced to halt his flight and channel inner energy to stabilize the object. Though he was confident that, given sufficient time to meditate, he could fully absorb and dissolve it, his current situation—constantly following Han Li with dwindling magical reserves—made such a task impossible. He could only harbor a growing resentment, pressing on relentlessly to keep up. As for the turtle demon, though it had already recovered, Feng Xi found its flight too sluggish and simply cast it behind, taking the lead himself. Amid his frustration, he was also struck by the astonishing speed of Han Li's flight. He instinctively suspected that Han Li likely possessed a special artifact capable of enhancing his speed.