In stark contrast to the tumultuous activity of the gray-white cloud masses, what transpired at Han Li's side was utterly silent. A faint layer of dark mist suddenly enveloped his raised right arm, pulsing and stretching continuously, gradually thickening. When it finally darkened to a deep, ink-black hue, Han Li's face took on a serious expression. His entire right arm began to swell rapidly, expanding to nearly three times its original thickness within moments, and a striking glow of blood began to shimmer on its surface—now appearing strangely eerie under the dark mist. At this moment, Han Li lifted his gaze toward the opposite side. The gray-white cloud masses continued to roar and expand, growing to an area of twenty or thirty zhang in width. A flash of stern determination passed through Han Li's eyes, and he suddenly murmured the character "Pò" softly. His thick arm then contracted slightly before suddenly extending outward. A sheet of dark-red light shot forth from his palm, broad enough to span several zhang in width. Immediately upon release, a series of crisp crackling sounds followed, as the light sheet trailed a long, luminous wake, swiftly reaching the front of the cloud mass. Wen Tianren seemed to realize something was amiss. The ancient bronze shield, entangled with the great sword above, flashed a shimmer of light and instantly stepped in front of the cloud mass. The light sheet moved without hesitation, slicing through as if it were nothing. The bronze shield crumbled like clay, dividing silently and falling to dust. Within the cloud mass behind it, a deep groan echoed, followed by a black fissure appearing in the center. Moments later, the cloud mass shattered like a torn scroll, splitting into two halves. The great light sheet, after cleaving through the cloud and shooting out over ten zhang, then dissolved into scattered starlight, vanishing completely. At that moment, a low, furious roar burst forth from half of the cloud mass—Wen Tianren’s voice filled with shock and rage. "You dare sever my arms and legs! I shall claim your life as repayment!" As the roar rang out, the other half of the cloud suddenly vanished, revealing a withered, half-arm floating in midair. Examining the sleeve pattern attached to it, it was clearly Wen Tianren’s left arm. The "Transformation of Destiny" technique immediately came to mind as Han Li's eyes narrowed. This method involves cultivating a specific body part into a substitute automaton beforehand. When an unforeseen, irresistible attack strikes, one can simply use their divine awareness to have that body part absorb the damage on their behalf—particularly effective against curses and other malevolent spells. However, this high-level magical art is said to be accessible only to cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage, and the fact that the other party could not only practice it but also execute it successfully left Han Li quite surprised. As for the devastating attack just unleashed, it was one of the secret techniques Han Li had selected from the Xuan Yin Jing to cultivate—known as the "Yin Mo Slash." This technique shares a similar principle with the "Blood Spirit Drill": both involve refining a portion of one's inner essence into a powerful, unique entity, which is then released all at once during combat, proving unstoppable. This "Yin Mo Slash" is judged in terms of its power based on the cultivator's level of attainment, the amount of refined essence they have accumulated, and the duration of their cultivation. It is said that once one reaches the deepest stage of refinement, the slash can even pierce through space and shatter the void. Of course, as a one-time offensive technique, who would truly invest so much effort into it? Even Han Li has only refined a small section. After his two previous attacks failed, Han Li had already suspected that the opponent's cloud formation might possess the ability to shift or reposition. Thus, he decided to summon his fully developed "Yin Mo Slash"—a technique at the stage of initial cultivation mastery. Though this slash still couldn't breach the boundaries or cut through the void, it was sufficient to counteract the opponent's shifting abilities. Indeed, the first strike proved effective. Even if the opponent managed to evade the attack through their transformation of the calamity, they would surely suffer significant damage to their vital energy, and the sensation of having their arm severed would certainly be unpleasant. As Han Li continued to chuckle and ponder. A flash of golden light erupted from the cloud mass, swiftly winding the floating severed arm back into place. Han Li was momentarily stunned, his face displaying a puzzled expression, as he pondered the purpose behind the other's action. Suddenly, a piercing, mournful roar burst forth from within the cloud. The gray-white mist cleared instantly, revealing Wen Tianren's form. Han Li's eyes hardened, and he fixed his gaze upon him. Wen Tianren snorted, glanced at his severed arm, and his refined features were now filled with fierce determination. Since this sixth-path disciple had attained his full cultivation, he had never suffered such a decisive defeat. Han Li's法宝 and divine powers had left him utterly astonished, prompting an unyielding resolve to eliminate him. Suddenly, Wen Tianren pressed his remaining arm firmly against the severed one. Behind him, a phantom with a double-horned head and slender frame opened its mouth, exhaling a delicate crimson mist that swiftly enveloped the severed limb. After a brief moment, the mist dispersed on its own, and the once-withered arm regained its fullness, even moving its fingers gently, waving them twice as if completely restored. Han Li was visibly stunned by this sight. Wen Tianren observed Han Li's expression, briefly flashed a mocking look, then swiftly raised both hands. Instantly, the six phantoms behind him grew slightly taller, their forms shimmering as though preparing to move. Han Li, without hesitation, lifted his hand and gently pointed it at the top of Wen Tianren's head. Two great jade swords suspended in the air flashed with light, then plunged downward with tremendous force, as if intent on cleaving the opponent into four pieces. Wen Tianren merely stared coldly at Han Li, his head remaining motionless, unimpressed. Yet behind him, the tallest and most formidable of the spectral figures leapt upward, extending his massive arms with lightning speed and seizing the two great swords in one hand each. Han Li's face darkened as he pressed two hand seals, causing the swords in the spectral hands to glow with a vibrant jade hue and struggle violently. But this towering figure, his eyes flashing red, suddenly clenched his hands tightly, then unleashed a surge of gray magical fire from his mouth, enveloping the two swords and beginning to burn and refine them. "Hah! Once caught by the True Magus of Great Force, do you still think you can reclaim these treasures?" Wen Tianren laughed heartily, then, without hesitation, pointed a finger at Han Li. The remaining five spectral figures flashed into motion and vanished simultaneously. The very next moment, the six polar true demon manifestations appeared outside Han Li's protective aura. Only then did Wen Tianren reveal his confident stance, preparing to drive the spectral forms and extinguish Han Li. He was utterly convinced of the prowess of these six polar true demon spectral bodies. He believed that should the six spectral forms unite to face an opponent, even a cultivator at the early stage of Yuan Ying would find it impossible to withstand them. Otherwise, how could the "Six Polar True Demon Technique"—capable of manifesting spectral forms—be considered the first great magic technique of Luan Xing Sea? Han Li launched another divine lightning bolt from his hand, and two thick golden arcs shot out, striking two other spectral figures in a flash, extinguishing them with a resounding "thunder" sound. This time, Wen Tianren truly reacted! Overcome with deep regret, he roared loudly, sending a silver glow shooting forth from the sleeve of his robe, simultaneously urging the final spectral figure to swiftly return. After all, although these sixth-level true demons were formed from ambient spiritual energy, they also contained a portion of his own spiritual power; each time one was extinguished, his own cultivation level was reduced by a noticeable amount. Though he could recover through future training, he was now clearly at a serious disadvantage in this battle. Yet even before the silver glow reached Han Li, thunderous crackling sounded once again above his head. Wen Tianren's face immediately tightened, and he quickly raised his head. There, another spectral figure had dissolved into a gentle mist, while several fine golden arcs leapt between the two massive swords, cutting across with unwavering determination. Wen Tianren flashed a crimson glow on his feet without a thought, and in a single "whoosh," he vanished from his original spot, transforming into a streak of red light. The great sword struck only empty air. At the next instant, Wen Tianren reappeared dozens of zhang away, his face turning pale as he fixed his gaze steadily on Han Li. Two crimson flames had now blossomed on his feet, glowing faintly with inner streaks of green light. Yet at this moment, Han Li could no longer focus on summoning his flying sword to pursue Wen Tianren, as the silver orbs Wen Tianren had launched had already coalesced into a massive silver bell, descending from the sky to meet him head-on.