To the eyes, everything appeared empty and vast. Yet the deep, resonant roar grew louder, as if, within this brief moment, it had already reached the nearby area. The woman’s fair face turned instantly pale, and she stared in wide-eyed alarm, scanning the surroundings. But then, suddenly remembering something, she turned sharply, moving at a pace three notches faster than before, and hurried through the air. However, during this brief delay, where only moments prior there had been nothing at all, a flash of silver suddenly appeared in the distance, then vanished. When the silver glow reappeared, it had already drawn close—only a hundred or so zhang away. Within that glow, a figure with a back turned and wings spread emerged, and Han Li soon caught up. Han Li watched the woman breaking through the red light and flying ahead, and was slightly surprised by her swift speed. It seemed that the world was indeed full of countless extraordinary techniques and marvels. Even a female cultivator at the Jie Dan stage could possess such a remarkable method of swift travel. There must surely be many more secret techniques or divine artifacts capable of surpassing the speed of Wind and Thunder Wings. Han Li felt a touch of sentiment, yet the wind and thunder wings behind him never ceased. With a fresh flap of his silver wings, Han transformed into a streak of light, appearing instantly in front of the woman. Then, with calm composure, he raised one hand, slightly spreading his fingers, and five streaks of jade-green swordlight shot forth from his fingertips. The woman was stunned, her face pale as a sheet, and cried out, "Senior, please, save me!" Her body soon glowed with a vibrant red light, which instantly merged with the five jade-green beams to form a thick, solid shield of vibrant green and red, enclosing her firmly. Han Li slightly furrowed his brows, gazing at her silently. The five sword attacks aligned into a single line and struck the shield. A series of dull thuds echoed. The wind-fire shield proved remarkably resilient—successfully deflecting the first three sword attacks. But when the fourth sword attack struck, the shield shattered under the woman’s desperate gaze. The woman had no time to employ any other means—she was pierced through vital points by the two successive sword energies and fell dead. Han Li watched as the woman's body plummeted downward, then gently shook his head. With a flick of his finger, a ball of fire shot out, turning the woman's body into ash. Her storage pouch and the luminous band-like artifact were then single-handedly summoned and稳稳 settled into his hands. "If I don't kill you, I fear it will be the immortal-level elder of the Magian sect who will pursue and hunt me down," Han Li sighed, as the flashes of lightning around him rippled, and he swiftly moved toward the next figure identified by his divine awareness. This time, his target was the senior cultivator among all the others—the one dressed in black robes—whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Jade Condensation stage, just about to enter the late Jade Condensation phase. However, as he pursued, Han Li suddenly tapped his spirit-beast bag, releasing a large number of three-colored gold-devouring insects. Under the guidance of his spiritual awareness, these insects instantly coalesced into several dozen three-colored flying swords, which then surged forward to pursue the foundation-level cultivators These individuals had shallow cultivation and were relatively slow in their flight. Han Li had no desire to individually eliminate them; with the flying swords transformed by the spiritual insects, he could dispatch all of them at once. As for the several Jin Dan stage cultivators, he would personally handle them, since they were faster in flight. Relying solely on the spiritual insects to pursue them might not be sufficient—though the insects were adequate in short distances, once they had traveled such a far distance, they would likely be out of breath. Yet upon seeing the disciple of Yuling Sect appear with such a frightened expression—more alarmed than they themselves—their minds immediately suspected that the person behind them was a long-standing rival of Yuling Sect, and now they had been caught in the crossfire. Had the intentions of the visitor not been hostile, they would surely have resorted to killing them on the spot to eliminate any threat. Indeed, they truly did not wish to flee in such a humiliating manner. Nevertheless, no matter what, this incident had now brought in a Yuan-Ying stage cultivator—the death of their sixth brother—something they could no longer manage on their own. They would surely have to report this matter back to their master and request his personal intervention. After all, the visitor dared to pursue and attack their magical sect’s Dan-Jing stage cultivators so boldly. Either he was a senior Yuan-Ying cultivator from another power, or a passing independent practitioner. Otherwise, given the vast strength of the magical sect, one would have expected at least some degree of caution or hesitation. As the black-robed cultivators were quietly concerned, a strange, intermittent thunderous sound suddenly arose from the side—rising and falling in pitch, irregular and broken. At this, their hearts leapt As a result, the figure lost consciousness with a flash of green light. Han Fan motionlessly raised his hand, summoning the massive green sword back from the distant corpse. Though the man had carefully maintained his protective aura throughout his flight, it proved as fragile as thin paper when struck by the colossal green bamboo-hive sword—crushed instantly, offering no resistance at all. Now, turning his gaze, he looked steadily toward a distant direction. Thus, when he turned his head again, his heart sank to its deepest point. There, in the sky not far away, a young man of about twenty-five had appeared without any prior notice—dressed in a light green scholar's robe, he smiled gently at him, revealing a bright array of snow-white teeth. The noble-dressed cultivator had not yet managed to turn and flee. The young man had already said with a composed tone, "My dear friend, having traveled such a long distance, you must be truly exhausted. Why don't I accompany you for a while?" As soon as Han said this, he swept his sleeve wide. A vast number of golden dots surged forth from the sleeve, instantly coalescing into a massive golden cloud that descended like a wall of heaven, pressing down with solemn majesty. Before the noble-dressed cultivator could utter a cry of distress, he and his法宝 were completely engulfed by the golden cloud. Moments later, the cloud rose again, leaving the spot utterly empty—the noble-dressed cultivator vanished from the mortal realm entirely. Indeed, the newly evolved golden-feeding insects had proven far more formidable than before. It truly lives up to its reputation of devouring everything without exception—how astonishing it is that even its treasures have been instantly and completely consumed. Seeing this, Han Li remained composed, yet murmured to himself in quiet admiration. Then, he cast from his sleeve a bag housing a spirit beast. The golden gold-devouring insects spiraled in the air several times before finally drifting in with reluctance into the bag. This caused Han Li to furrow his brow slightly, and he sighed inwardly. As these creatures grew stronger, controlling them had become less effortless than in the past. While he was pleased, he also felt a touch of frustration. With the roar of the blast, Han Li vanished into the silver light. … Hancunzhi rode upon a pristine spirit bird, transforming into a luminous white arc stretching nearly three to four zhang in length, swiftly flying forward. Both she and the bird were now enveloped in a gentle white glow, enhancing the ethereal radiance of her porcelain-like face. Yet her brows were now tightly furrowed, and she held a jade disc of palm size in her hands, studying it intently, her expression shifting between concern and uncertainty. The jade disc was translucent and luminous, its emerald hue vivid and almost dripping with life, adorned with numerous ancient golden and silver incantations and intricate, profound engraved patterns that radiated an astonishing green spiritual energy—clearly a rare and extraordinary treasure. At its center, where the surface was smooth as a mirror, seven or eight red luminous spots were flickering intermittently, like glowing fireflies. Suddenly, however, as one of these lights flashed briefly, it vanished entirely from the center. Huan Yunzhi observed this with a slight frown, her lips pressed together, her expression now showing concern, and she fixed her gaze intently on the artifact, her eyes never blinking. Yet only moments later, two more red points flashed vigorously before also disappearing from the disc’s surface. By the time a third red point extinguished itself, Huan Yunzhi’s delicate and pure features had visibly changed—now only two red points remained, flickering in opposite rhythms, still steadily glowing. "Besides me and Miss Liu, nearly four Foundation-stage disciples were all struck down at almost the same time. Could this person possess a duplication technique, or perhaps some utterly extraordinary ability? It seems I've underestimated the capabilities of these Yuan-Ying-stage elders. I suspect the cultivators from Gui-Ling Sect aren't much better off. If only I had known this earlier, gathering everyone together to fight this person would have been a better strategy." Han Yunzhi gently brushed a strand of her dark hair from her forehead, a faint, wistful smile playing at her lips, her voice barely audible.