Han Li raised his hand expressionlessly, and the blue light shield shot out, instantly swelling in size. A tremendous roar followed, as the yellow and blue light merged, causing the massive brick and the blue shield to tremble and then recoil simultaneously—seeming evenly matched. When the great shield shot toward him, Han Li maintained his composed expression and gently pointed his finger. A flash of green light passed, and the shield halted mysteriously. The massive brick, meanwhile, spun once before transforming into a beam of yellow light and striking Han Li. Han Li sneered, and behind him, a flash of silver lightning appeared, vanishing instantly. The yellow-robed elder was startled, and without hesitation, he raised his hand. A slender purple flag shot from his grasp and instantly expanded into a swirling mass of purple cloud, enveloping his entire body. At that moment, a thunderous sound rang out to the elder's left, and Han Li materialized. With a single breath, a small sword, only a few inches long, erupted from his mouth. As soon as the sword emerged, it was instantly wrapped in a layer of deep blue flame and shot forth, vanishing in a brief flash toward the purple cloud. The elder in the purple mist had originally been extremely composed. Yet upon seeing the blue flame on the flying sword, he instantly displayed a look of alarm reminiscent of encountering a venomous scorpion. Without pausing to think, he flickered and moved, instantly stepping several feet away, attempting to evade the sword's attack. Yet the elder had never anticipated that, as soon as his body began to move, a faint, seemingly pre-arranged figure materialized suddenly behind him—her hands rising gracefully, launching a jade-like, round orb that shot forth with the speed of lightning. The emergence of this woman was silent and ghostly, as if she had just appeared precisely when the elder approached her. The timing of her appearance was as seamless and perfectly synchronized with Han Li's actions as if crafted by design. Nevertheless, even with his Yuan婴-level awareness, the elder naturally sensed the anomaly behind him. Despite the short distance, however, he could not make a timely retreat. His only option was to pour all his inner energy into the protective purple cloud formed by the ancient artifact. This cloud, though powerful, still held three parts of his confidence! A tremendous roar echoed, and waves of golden and azure light erupted, causing the seemingly magnificent purple cloud to collapse and disintegrate. The elder within cried out in anguish, his entire body vanishing on one side, while the remaining half was about to be completely consumed by the azure flames. Faced with this sight, the elder's still-intact head was filled with shock and disbelief, but swiftly transformed into a look of intense resentment. He clenched his teeth resolutely. With a sharp "pop," his fragmented body burst apart, and a brilliant yellow light surged forth, shooting out over ten zhang before it. Within that light, a baby about an inch tall, resembling the elder in appearance, emerged. It appeared that the yellow-robed elder, recognizing the dire situation, had made the decisive choice to abandon his physical form and send his spirit essence—his Yuan婴—flying out in hopes of survival. Yet Han Li seemed already prepared. As the Yuan婴 launched into flight, Han Li himself vanished once more within the silver light, reappearing a moment later precisely in front of the Yuan婴's escape path. He then raised his hand, and as thunder rolled, a golden net descended directly in front of the fleeing At the same time, the small sword, covered in blue flames, shot forth toward the infant, blazing with yellow light. Seeing this, the baby grew visibly frightened, opening his mouth in alarm and spitting out a circular basin about an inch in diameter, shimmering with silver light, which he directed toward the golden net descending overhead. With a loud "pop," the basin failed to touch the net and shattered upon the prompt of the elder's immortal embryo's spell. After the silver glow faded, countless fragments scattered and flew outward. The originally descending electric grid trembled slightly under the impact of these magical fragments. During this brief pause, the elder's immortal embryo activated his teleportation technique. His protective yellow glow flashed, and then the embryo vanished completely from its original spot—only to reappear thirty zhang away, transforming into a streak of brilliant light before vanishing entirely. The golden net, just one step short of fully enclosing the infant, thus left him as a fish that escaped. Han Li frowned slightly, gazing in the direction where the embryo had disappeared, and decided not to move to pursue. "This person is indeed quite astute—willing to sacrifice his own life-supporting法宝 just to escape. Such a resolute and determined one, truly not common." The suddenly appearing white-robed woman, who had flown over with the elder's storage bag, said, clearly surprised. It was precisely the silver moon that Han Li had quietly released just as the blood shield broke. "Hmph! I suppose he's just lucky his fate isn't entirely sealed!" Han Li felt equally frustrated. It seemed that whether it was the Wind and Thunder Wings or the Dry Azure Ice Flame, the Muling people now knew them inside and out. To achieve a surprise elimination of a high-level cultivator had become far from easy. "Nevertheless, your elusiveness appears more refined than before. You've managed to approach so close, and yet this person hasn't even noticed." Han Li glanced sideways at the silver moon, speaking softly. "The concealment technique of this four-eyed spirit fox body has just recently been refined by me, breaking through one more layer. Moreover, the entire time, the master has been drawing this person's attention. He simply couldn't shift his focus, which is why I was able to make my move so smoothly." "Silver Moon smiled lightly, her voice crisp and clear." "Perhaps," said Han Li, nodding without much comment. Though Silver Moon had become his spirit artifact and was the only other person in the world who knew the secret of the small vial, Han Li still felt a sense of mystery surrounding her—like a veil that never quite lifted, making him feel as though he could never truly understand her. After only a few brief exchanges, Han Li took a more careful look at the battlefield as a whole. This time, he observed with greater attention. At first glance, the scene seemed to be nothing short of chaotic. Yet, he still managed to discern the broader picture. Aside from the six immortal cultivators still engaged in battle high above in the sky, the battlefield itself was divided into several distinct patterns. One pattern featured dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of cultivators forming clusters or battle groups, gathered in relatively small areas and fighting fiercely among themselves. These individuals were mostly disciples from the same sect or members of a particular clan, accustomed to working together in unison. Thus, as soon as the great battle commenced, they immediately gathered together to face the enemy. This was far better than fighting alone! As a result, they were much less likely to fall. Most battle groups became entangled in a state of deadlock, unable to quickly determine a clear winner. Another type involved only a few individuals engaging in one-on-one duels or small groups attacking a single opponent. These cultivators were mostly high-level cultivators or master practitioners, and their combat proved even more perilous than the larger battle groups. A single misstep often meant total annihilation—both body and spirit. The final scenario involved both sides deploying extraordinary secret techniques and rare treasures in intense, fierce confrontations. Most striking of all was a vast expanse of profoundly dark ghost mist, roaring with piercing cries, rushing through the air at incredible speed. Whenever any master practitioner was enveloped by this mist, he instantly turned into a withered corpse and fell to the ground. Everywhere it passed, the cultivators were filled with dread and retreated in fear, stepping back in alarm. Behind the ghost mist, several adept practitioners who are unafraid of the mist continuously unleash spiritual artifacts of wind and thunder, fiercely striking at it. With each strike, the mist is scattered in patches. Yet, within the mist, others constantly wave banner-like spiritual instruments, causing the mist to subtly thicken and grow. This leaves the several Mulan practitioners momentarily at a loss, unable to make headway. Each of these treasures possessed extraordinary power, far surpassing ordinary ancient artifacts—clearly either the sect's foundational treasure or the clan's ancestral heirloom. It truly opened up new horizons for Han Li. The Silver Moon was momentarily stunned, instantly grasping the meaning. With a strange smile, her figure slightly blurred before vanishing into nothingness. "This matter shall be taken care of by me," the robe-clad cultivator said, his face initially showing surprise at Han Li's words, but soon settling into calm as he readily agreed. Then he shimmered into a beam of white light, heading toward the two senior master teachers of Mulan who were rushing after him.