The snow sculpture had just taken form, and as the green-robed woman hurried into view from the gentle breeze, her face froze momentarily. Yet she soon coldly chuckled, lifting her jade foot and stepping firmly upon the white lotus beneath. Instantly, a fierce wind surged from the lotus, scattering the surrounding mist completely. Han Li narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on the woman's unkind expression, and calmly asked, "Doesn't your treasure feel a bit of loss, then? Or do you believe my actions are simply incapable of destroying it?" As he spoke, he casually glanced at the floating blue ice fragments scattered in the air, which refused to settle. "What do you think?" replied the green-robed woman, her tone calm. Then she pointed lightly at a spot beside Han Li. At once, the scattered ice fragments at his side began to glow, and countless white light points burst forth from them. Han Li was momentarily stunned, but quickly raised his hand, sending a sweep of emerald light hurtling toward the glowing points. A series of soft "pfft" sounds followed, and as the white light detached from the blue ice, it swiftly transformed into milky luminous radiance, surging toward the woman in a gathering tide. After the azure mist passed by, nothing remained. Seeing that his first attack had fallen short, Han Li frowned and then ceased his efforts, merely observing the woman with a calm gaze. The luminous radiance reached the woman's presence and immediately coalesced, forming within moments a luminous orb of white light as large as a human head. The green-robed woman remained composed, and with a single spell, she struck the orb. A brilliant white glow flashed, and instantly, a clear, resonant call of a crane echoed from within the orb. Then, the orb elongated and reshaped itself, and before Han Li's eyes, a snow-colored great crane reemerged. Han Li's brow furrowed slightly, but then he noticed that the crane now appeared less vibrant than when it had first awakened—instead, it seemed somewhat weary and listless. This observation caused Han Li to adopt a thoughtful expression. It seemed clear now that the act of extinguishing this artifact's spirit had not been entirely ineffective. This carved figure is no immortal; with a few more decisive strikes upon it, it shall surely vanish. Seeing the white crane slightly weakened, the maiden raised her hand without hesitation. Instantly, the snow crane spread its wings, soared skyward, spun once in midair, and then transformed into a flowing white ribbon, drifting gently down to land upon her. As it settled on her, it vanished completely. "You suddenly halted and chose not to flee, aiming to anger me by shattering my sacred artifact's spirit. It seems there must be some hidden reserve strategy here." With one hand supporting the lamp and the other gently brushing her flowing hair, the woman spoke coldly. Upon hearing this, Han Li was somewhat surprised, yet after a brief silence, he nodded and said with a flicker in his eyes, "Since you've recognized me and still come all this way, I gather you have confidence in your own treasures. Might I ask, then, the origin of this lamp? I've never heard of such a lamp-type ancient artifact before." With that, Han Li kept his gaze fixed upon her serene face. "No. Then let us proceed as though we were still blind to the truth! The woman's expression darkened, and she spoke without hesitation. Then, from her open mouth, a cluster of infant flames burst forth, striking the bronze lamp she was single-handedly holding. A delicate, shimmering glow of green light gradually emerged upon the lamp. Han Li sighed, and with calm ease, he flipped his hands. The green array banner and the red-and-sea-green array disk, which had been prepared in advance, rose simultaneously into his hands. He glanced thoughtfully at the woman across from him. First, he raised the small banner high into the air, swiftly inscribing a series of gestures upon it, followed by a low, resonant chant. The banner flashed once, then burst into fragments, instantly giving rise to a dense green mist that spread across the sky for dozens of zhang. A gust of wind swept away the clouds, and the mist suddenly coalesced into a green, serpentine dragon several dozen zhang long, which then lunged downward and charged directly at the woman. At the same time, the array disk in the other hand of Han Li emitted a blend of green and crimson light. As he tossed it to the ground, it immediately transformed into a white mist that vanished completely beneath his feet. Immediately, the misty seas on all sides surged and rippled, suddenly shooting forth countless threads of green and crimson light, densely converging toward the green-robed woman. At the same time, Han Li swept his sleeve, causing a small silver bell to expand rapidly in the wind until it became a massive bell, resonating with a deep, steady hum. He emitted silver waves of sound, urging the bell's vibrations to surge upward toward the woman's head. Though the green-robed woman had no knowledge of hidden forces waiting beneath her feet, she paid no heed to any of the spells or attacks launched by Han Li, merely lowering her gaze to the faint, shimmering blue flame in her hands, a mysterious cold smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a calm lift of her hands, she skillfully pressed her two jade fingers against the blue flame, causing a pea-sized bloom to float up and be gently lifted between her fingers. At that moment, the misty dragon in the sky, the crimson and green filaments spreading out in all directions, and the waves of silver light surged simultaneously toward her. Yet the woman showed no sign of concern, merely lightly tapping her jade foot upon the white lotus beneath her. Instantly, the white lotus flashed with light and began to spin rapidly; its pale petals gradually contracted, swiftly enclosing the woman in an unshakable shield. The green mist dragon, which had first reached the light barrier, opened its mouth with no hesitation, sending a towering column of green mist straight into the white light shield. The result was gently brushed away by the lotus petals on the light screen, dissipating into nothing. The azure and crimson light filaments then advanced, but likewise were repelled, stopping short. Only the sound waves seemed unaffected by the white lotus petals, penetrating directly into them—though the exact effect remained uncertain. Seeing this, Han Li did not hesitate and immediately pressed a series of hand seals. The azure and crimson filaments ceased their assault and instead intertwined, forming a series of expansive nets that encased the white lotus, layer upon layer, sealing it in instantly. Meanwhile, the mist dragon rolled through the air, expanding into a broad expanse of green mist that completely submerged the white lotus filaments. The silver bell also soared upward, hovering above the white lotus, and under Han Li's full power, its silver waves grew an additional third, surging in waves, relentlessly pressing through the protective barriers to strike the green-dressed woman within. For a moment, it seemed as though the green-dressed woman inside the white lotus was completely immobilized. Yet Han Li, upon observing this, showed no sign of satisfaction—his expression remained unchanged, and his brows grew increasingly furrowed. As if confirming Han Li's concerns were not baseless, the originally tightly contracted white lotus, only a zhang in size, suddenly bloomed once more without any prior sign. One by one, the white petal blades, like sharp blades, merely rotated a few times and severed the green mist filaments outside, cutting them into fragmented pieces. Seeing this, Han Li's face darkened. Standing at the center of the white lotus, the green-robed woman remained poised and composed, neither sad nor joyful. One hand supported a bronze lamp, the other cradled what appeared to be an ordinary green lamp flower. She coldly glanced at Han Li, her gaze then suddenly falling upon the large silver bell hovering above her head, constantly emitting a resonant hum. The silver waves radiating from the bell precisely enveloped her. With a flash of cold intent, she raised her hand, gently placing the green lamp flower before her mouth and blowing softly. "Pffft!" The lamp flower trembled slightly before vanishing instantly from the palm of the woman. At that very moment, the silver giant bell in the air was mysteriously enveloped by the single sphere of jade-green light. Upon seeing this, the woman murmured incantations, and as a result, an unknown jade-green magical flame ignited upon the surface of the bell. The bell emitted a mournful cry, flashing a brilliant silver glow in an attempt to resist for a moment. Yet in the span of a few seconds, it melted and deformed under the green flame, eventually turning into liquid silver. The jade-green sphere then shattered on its own, vanishing without a trace. Witnessing the ancient relic being destroyed, Han Li's face grew pale. At that moment, the green-robed woman extended her hand, skillfully removing another jade-green lamp blossom from the bronze lamp. She then glanced at Han Li with an expression of ill will. Han Li silently feared the worst, and without hesitation, unfolded his wind-and-thunder wings, causing a thunderous roar—within moments, he was gone. The woman, however, remained unmoved, pressing the jade-green blossom to her lips and preparing to release her spiritual energy. At that moment, a deep purple glow surged from the female athlete, and suddenly, a vast purple net—stretching over ten or more zhang in size—rose upward from the ground. As the woman stared in surprise, a soft, gentle laugh from a woman broke the silence. In an instant, the purple net swiftly enveloped her completely. He immediately swept his sleeves outward, and seventy-two golden bamboo-honeyed swords shot straight upward from his body, followed by several incantations. The swords emitted a dragon-like roar in the sky, then converged toward the center, transforming into a massive blade stretching six to seven zhang in length within a shimmering green glow. With a mere thought, Han Li caused a thunderous rumble to rise, and thick golden arcs of electricity burst forth from the blade's surface, winding around it to form a thunderous sword. Yet Han Li was not satisfied. He suddenly inhaled deeply, then exhaled, sending a slender streak of dry blue ice flame that shot directly onto the great blade. Instantly, in addition to the striking electrical arcs, a faint, ethereal blue glow appeared on the blade's surface. Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light as he pointed at the sword. The blade trembled and surged forward, forming a streak of jade-green light, rushing straight toward the white lotus within the purple net. At that moment, the green-robed woman, protected by the purple net, finally regained her composure. Furious, she suddenly raised a jade-green lamp-flower and cast it toward her