The white lotus appeared not to be formed from any precious artifact, but rather solidified entirely from the girl's own magical essence—this truly astonished Han Li. Yet, this moment of astonishment flashed through his mind only briefly, after which he drew in a deep, gloomy breath, raising his right arm with a sudden motion. A faint layer of dark energy settled upon it, pulsing and stretching as if alive, gradually thickening. When it finally turned as dark as ink, Han Li's expression grew serious. His entire arm rapidly expanded, swelling to nearly three times its original thickness, and a vivid glow of blood began to shimmer on its surface, creating a strikingly eerie appearance beneath the dark energy. This was precisely the "Yin Mo Zhuan" technique Han Li had cultivated. At that moment, Han Li coldly glanced at the green-robed woman. Coincidentally, she too had completed her spell, lifting her chin and gazing steadily at him. When their eyes met, her gaze settled on Han Li's strangely transformed arm. A flash of cold light passed through her eyes. "Go," Han Li said without hesitation. With a downward motion of her arm and a sweeping gesture toward the void... a semi-circular slab of dark and crimson light surged forth from her arm. When released, it expanded to an immense size, several zhang wide. A rushing sound erupted as the light slab trailed a long, luminous wake, swiftly arriving at the spot where the white lotus glow was concentrated. The green-robed woman raised her brows in surprise, then opened her mouth, expelling a shimmering white vapor that instantly formed a translucent lotus phantom upon the white lotus, as if solidly encasing her within. The light flashed, and the slab struck solidly against the phantom lotus. Initially, it sliced through easily, penetrating deeply, but after advancing several zhang into the lotus form, its speed dramatically diminished, and it became trapped, completely immobile. A touch of satisfaction appeared on the woman's face, yet suddenly, her eyes changed expression. For without further words, the man across from her, Han Li, hurled out a dark, solid object. As soon as the object was released, it surged upward with the wind, swelling into a towering black mountain hundreds of zhang high, rushing fiercely toward the woman within the lotus glow. "A Thousand Peaks Mountain," the woman exclaimed, her voice rising in astonishment upon seeing the majestic mountain descending. This ancient relic, renowned among the cultivators, could not have been unfamiliar to her. Even with her mid-Stage Yuan Ying cultivation and the ancient Buddhist secret technique she was currently employing, she dared not attempt to withstand the mountain's impact directly. The green-robed woman hesitated, then swiftly formed hand seals, linking her body with the white lotus above and the yellow tripod, all merging into a stream of clear wind that vanished instantly within the lotus glow. Moments later, in the area twenty zhang away, a flash of light revealed the woman reappearing in graceful form, bathed in green radiance. The original pale lotus glow, though dimmed without the woman's magical support, did not vanish immediately; however, under the weight of the black mountain's pressure, it sustained only briefly before fracturing and dispersing into fragments. "Wind Transcendence Technique?" Han Li showed no sign of joy, instead murmuring softly and silently cursing beneath his breath. He hadn't expected the woman to possess such an unusual form of evasion—something that didn't rely on Lightning Step Technique. With this, unless he could trap her in a dire situation, he would have little chance of defeating her. Nevertheless, even with that, Han Li decided to give it a try. He still didn't fully believe that her Wind Technique was as fluid and natural as his own Wind and Thunder Wings. As long as he could get close enough, he was confident that the devastating power of the Qinglan Ice Flame would easily wound her, no matter how strange or unpredictable the White Lotus's movements might be. While thinking this through, Han Li moved without hesitation, pointing at the black-and-red light sheets that had finally broken free, and at the dozens of green bamboo bee-cloud swords, which instantly surged forward, shooting toward the green-robed woman who had retreated to the side. At the same time, a rumbling sound of thunder echoed behind him, and a pair of silver-white wings unfolded, materializing behind his back. With a gesture of both hands, the blue shield before him swiftly contracted and shot into Han Li's sleeve. At the same time, the massive black-and-red hand that had been tightly grasping the giant dragon-like creature above him released it—now frozen into an ice statue—and transformed into a swirling mass of black light, rushing directly toward the woman. Han Li's eyes flashed with intent, then raised his hand again, drawing a stream of blue flame to his palm. Instantly, his hand glowed brilliantly with a vivid, otherworldly blue light. Silver arcs crackled violently, and amid the roaring sound, Han Li vanished in a single moment. As Han Li moved, the green-robed woman, overwhelmed by the constant flow of his treasures, grew increasingly troubled. She had originally believed that a cultivator at the early Yuan Ying stage, though possessing several unusual abilities, was merely relying on them. Once those abilities were partially countered by her, she expected to easily subdue him. Yet, within the span of a single blink, Han Li had already unleashed no fewer than four or five significant techniques and artifacts. And throughout this time, aside from the giant dragon-like creature she had initially summoned, she had remained under constant pressure from his attacks. This stirred growing anger within her, long revered in Mulan Fashi. Yet she knew well that with so many treasures shielding her, it would be difficult for the ordinary techniques and artifacts of the opponent to seriously injure her, let alone destroy her entirely. Now, seeing Han Li take on wings and vanish into the lightning glow, she sighed coldly and finally decided to sacrifice some of her vital energy, launching her decisive move to strike her down. Nevertheless, at present, she could not allow Han Li to easily approach her with his Lightning Route technique. With this thought, she swiftly moved her white lotus overhead, which then descended and vanished into the top of her own celestial crown. At the same time, Han Li's form, illuminated by a thunderous crack, flashed with electric arcs and materialized three or four zhang away from the green-robed woman. With a sudden shift in stance, he closed the distance, now standing just a zhang away from her, his blue flame flickering as a hand shot out silently and pressed firmly upon the yellow protective shield before her. The wooden-element light shield erected by Xiao Ding was expected to be shattered by Han Li's single strike of the Qianlan Ice Flame with an eight-out-of-ten confidence. Yet, as the attack proved so easily successful, the green-robed woman within the shield remained suspended in midair, showing no signs of activating the Wind Technique to evade. Han Li felt a sudden unease. At that moment, the woman suddenly emitted a gentle, milky glow, and delicate white lotus petal shadows bloomed and unfurled upon her form. As Han Li just broke through the yellow light shield, a cluster of lotus petals intercepted his palm. Upon contact between the white light and the blue flame, Han Li felt a sharp jolt in his arm, and instantly his vision turned white and hazy—seeming as though the petals had gently brushed past him. Despite the slow, deliberate motion, he could not avoid them, and watched helplessly as the petals struck his body. Han Li was stunned! A loud "thud" echoed, and a sharp pain surged across his chest, sending him reeling backward and flying off. Kong Li was launched at least twenty or thirty paces away before he could finally steady himself, his body trembling slightly as he came to a halt. One hand pressed against his chest, his face filled with astonishment as he gazed at the woman. The armor deliberately concealed within his robe had sunk deeply into a large area, with several cracks the size of his thumb spreading across it. Han Li drew a sharp breath, the pain in his chest growing increasingly severe. He frowned, lifting his gaze to the green-robed woman. To his surprise, he saw her eyes sweep over his insect armor, her face expressing both disappointment and astonishment. With a cold exhalation, Han Li simply pulled his robe with one hand, tearing it open abruptly to fully reveal the magnificent insect armor. Then, with a single flash of jade-green light, he gently swept his fingers over the damaged areas of the armor. To everyone's amazement, the dents and cracks on the armor began to heal and rise visibly, restoring themselves rapidly—within moments, the armor was as if brand new. The green-robed woman's expression flickered slightly, her eyes widening in surprise, but quickly regained her cold composure, her sense of hostility toward Han Li deepening further. With a simple gesture, her hand, no longer thinking much, lifted to her chest, fingers spreading apart. As an elegant yet somewhat obscure incantation echoed, a cluster of jade-green light surged forth from her sleeve, spiraling before settling gently upon her palm. The glow faded, revealing a bronze oil lamp—ancient, worn, even slightly darkened with age. The green-robed woman gazed at the lamp, a subtle trace of reluctance flickering across her face, then fixed her gaze sharply on Han Li, her eyes flashing with sharp intensity. Seeing this expression, Han Li instinctively sensed something was amiss. Though he had no idea what kind of ancient treasure this lamp was, he had never before encountered a lamp-like artifact—nor had he ever heard of one. Rapidly forming thoughts in his mind, Han Li's body shimmered with a surge of jade-green light, transforming into a streak of brilliant jade-green light that swept through the sky, gathering all the treasures into a seamless whole. Then, with a flick of his wings behind him, he vanished in the thunderous sound of wings beating. And there he stood, instantly materializing before the colossal statue now frozen in ice. Han Li simply lifted his hand and, amidst the roaring sound, vanished. He then appeared at the edge of a patch of thick mist in a certain direction, immediately plunging himself into the misty sea without hesitation. The green-robed woman opened her mouth wide, her face filled with astonishment. Since her cultivation had reached its peak, she had faced countless formidable opponents of comparable strength—yet never once had she seen a high-level cultivator retreat without hesitation after a battle, simply turning and fleeing. However, upon realizing that Han Li had also taken the magnificent dragon crane with him, she quickly regained her composure, exclaiming in surprise. She then stepped on a white lotus, held a solitary lamp in her hands, and transformed into a gentle breeze, swiftly pursuing him. She too disappeared into the thick mist, vanishing without trace. Instantly, within the misty sea, silver arcs and jade glimmers alternated in front and behind, while the thunderous roars and gusts of wind rose and fell continuously. In a short while, under Han Li's skillful lure, the green-robed woman was led to a completely unfamiliar location. There, Han Li's body flashed with silver light, and he came to a halt. He lowered his head and glanced at the blue ice sculpture he had been holding steadily in his hand. Then, with a cold smile, a golden arc surged in his palm, and the ice sculpture shattered.