Han Li was now extremely frustrated. These two beast spirits clung to him like adhesive plaster, refusing to back down despite daring to face him directly and engage in fierce confrontations—constantly hovering nearby, persistent and unyielding. Not long ago, he had deliberately exposed a weakness, drawing both beasts close before suddenly launching an attack and severing half of one beast's claw with several sword beams. Since then, neither beast would fall for his tricks again, instead relentlessly launching light-energy bursts from a distance, refusing to come within ten zhang of him. Yet every time Han Li attempted to dislodge them using his Wind-Thunder Wings, the two beasts instantly teleported to rejoin him, continuously harassing him and forcing him to halt his Lightning Soaring Technique in order to defend. His other source of frustration naturally stemmed from that shimmering green light. Indeed, this green glow seemed entirely composed of pure, refined wooden spiritual energy. The Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, no matter how many sword beams it unleashed to shatter it into fragments, would instantly reconstitute itself, completely immune to Han Li's attacks. This was the first time since Han Li entered the immortal cultivation realm. It truly broadened his horizons. Upon seeing this, Han Li naturally activated his Qianlan Ice Flame. Yet unexpectedly, the green shadow spouted out a blue circular bowl, and as the Qianlan Ice Flame shot toward it, it was instantly absorbed into the bowl. Han Li was left cold with shock! Fortunately, these ice flames had long been fully integrated into his body, and with the aid of his consciousness-based techniques, they managed to struggle out and return to his internal essence. Otherwise, since he had not fully integrated the flames, losing even a portion would have been a significant setback. Consequently, Han Li was hesitant to use his Ziluo Ji Fire freely. As for the silver bell and the Qi Cheng Peak, he later also employed them, each time leaving the other completely helpless. Though the green shadow was not an immortal body, every time it suffered a severe blow, its green glow would dim and shrink slightly. Yet it would not be resolved within a short time. The opponent lacked sharp offensive tactics or powerful artifacts, relying solely on streams of azure spiritual filaments to attack—Franch, who managed to handle the assault with remarkable composure. It seemed the so-called embodiment was merely aiming to delay him. On the other side, Feng Bing, the red-robed beauty at the mid-stage of Yuan婴 (Metamorphic), though at the peak of her mid-stage, still fell far short when compared to her opponent, who had already reached the late stage. Despite deploying all her abilities, she found herself completely outmatched. Meanwhile, the occasional cold glances from the fourth divine master, like needles pricking her back, made Franch feel increasingly uneasy. At this moment, a celestial bird of incomparable prowess emerged among the spellcasters, and even the seven Yuan婴 cultivators each wielding unique treasures were now forced merely to defend, unable to mount any effective counterattack—this development deeply unsettled Franch. The only hope for victory now lay in rescuing the several besieged cultivators; if that could be achieved, the situation might yet be reversed. Otherwise, the battle would undoubtedly end in a decisive defeat. Han Li pondered for a moment, then made up his mind—not to delay any further. At once, several sword qi blasts sent the celestial beast tiger retreating, and with one hand he slapped the storage pouch, bringing a wooden box covered in talismans into his hands. The green silhouette across from him glanced at Han Li's actions, lightly exclaiming, but as he raised his hand, countless strands of wood spirit green silk immediately enveloped Han Li. Han Li remained motionless, and with a mere thought, the sword light surrounding him automatically transformed into a radiant glow, severing all the green silk into countless fragments. The wooden box shimmered with a green light, and the talismans fell off, a beam of crimson light shooting out from within and spiraling before landing gently on his palm—exactly the Spirit-Calling Scroll. Han Li immediately pressed the crimson scroll against his body. The light flashed, and the scroll vanished instantly. A flash of green light appeared on Han Li's face, and then he gently exhaled. A massive dragon form, stretching over ten zhang in length, rose upon him, entirely blood-red—exactly the appearance of the eighth-tier toxic dragon. Once the dragon shadow appeared and settled atop Han Li's head, it unleashed a thunderous, earth-shaking roar that sent nearby cultivators gasping in astonishment, while the two engaged in combat stared in surprise at this development. Upon seeing the dragon shadow, Tian Zhong furrowed his brow, his expression growing serious, while Feng Bing's eyes sparkled with a touch of anticipation. As the dragon's roar faded, the shadow surged skyward, spiraled several times, then rapidly contracted before plunging downward, vanishing completely into Han Li's back. At that moment, Han Li felt a sharp, scorching warmth spreading behind him. Bloodlight radiated through his spine, revealing a blood-red dragon pattern, only a few inches in size, vivid and pulsating. Simultaneously, a steady glow of blood radiated around Han Li, gradually forming evenly spaced, translucent scales of thumb-sized dimensions from his cheeks to his arms, each shimmering with clarity. After a sharp pain in his head, a small, delicate dragon horn emerged, crystal-clear and tipped with sharp, pointed edges, having seemingly materialized at an instant, now adorned with a sharp, resilient armor. Han Li had unexpectedly taken on a half-jiao, half-human form. "This...," Han Li felt the astonishing spiritual energy flowing within him, his heart both astonished and filled with awe. The effect of the Descending Spirit Seal, though briefly mentioned at the end of the incantation, stated that it could transfer part of the spirit's cultivation level into the practitioner's body, greatly enhancing their spiritual power and cultivation. Yet it never mentioned that the practitioner would transform into such a half-divine, half-human form—something resembling a spirit attachment. Indeed, this transformation was far less pronounced than a true spirit attachment. At the very least, he hadn't grown fangs or developed a dragon's tail. It bore a strong resemblance to the Tuotian Magic Power of the wild-bearded man. Han Li sighed, gently touching the sharp spines on his forehead, and remained silent. Han Li naturally didn't know that this so-called Descending Spirit Seal was actually developed by the founding master of the Heavenly Seal Sect, based on the spirit attachment technique. He improved several shortcomings of the spirit attachment technique, allowing the practitioners to retain their original consciousness without the severe drawback of depleting their lifespan due to the mixing of demonic and spiritual energies. The practitioners would no longer transform into lifeless monsters devoid of awareness. The only drawback was the difficulty in crafting the spirit-releasing talismans. In this realm, even many cultivators, throughout their entire lives, would never have the opportunity to encounter an eight-tier demonic beast. However, only the eight-tier demonic beasts that had fully manifested their human forms could produce spirit essences that, when used to craft the talismans, would not harm the practitioners. While lower-tier spirit essences could be used to create the talismans, their turbid and impure energies made the resulting talismans as harmful as the traditional spirit attachment technique. Therefore, the method repeatedly emphasized that only spirit essences of eight tiers or above could be used to craft these talismans. Although slightly surprised, Han Li was delighted to find his cultivation level surging rapidly, now approaching the peak of the early Yuan婴 stage—clearly, the effect of the spirit-releasing talisman was genuine. After Han Li's spirit took form, the two Tian Hu beasts sensed the toxic jiao qi emanating from him and once again showed signs of unease. However, upon Qing Ying speaking a few low commands, both beasts regained composure. Han Li sneered, then unfolded his wind-and-thunder wings behind him, vanishing from his original spot and appearing十余 feet away. Seeing this, the two Tian Hu beasts immediately flashed with bright green light, swiftly instantaneously moving to gather around Han Li. One of them even opened its mouth, spitting out a series of glowing projectiles. Han Li's eyes flashed with a glint, and as a thunderous sound resonated behind him, he suddenly disappeared again, reappearing moments later right behind the beast. At that moment, however, the other beast timed its attack precisely, launching a volley of glowing projectiles as well. According to their original strategy, Han Li should first deflect this attack with his swordlight, allowing the one in front to escape while he was engaged. This time, with his cultivation greatly enhanced, Han Li didn't even need to summon the swordlight. A flash of azure and crimson spiritual radiance rippled across his body, and he boldly intended to block the several energy orbs solely with his protective spiritual aura. As his form slightly wavered, he raised his hand, and a streak of azure light surged downward—swift as a celestial immortal, unstoppable. The tianhu beast was startled, unable to activate its instantaneous teleportation technique, and instead spat out a jade-yellow immortal embryo to meet the attack. Seeing the situation unfold, the azure shadow also rushed forward, launching a dense stream of silken threads toward Han Li. A thunderous roar echoed as several energy orbs exploded around Han Li. Yet Han Li only slightly staggered, remaining unharmed. In contrast, the sword he had fully summoned and wielded struck the embryo in two, and even cleaved the beast’s body in half. The creature, unable to teleport, proved utterly unable to withstand Han Li’s greatly enhanced cultivation. Yet the azure spiritual filaments from Qing Ying instantly wrapped around Han Li. However, as soon as they touched Han Li's protective spiritual light, a flash of blood-colored glow passed over his body, causing the filaments to turn black and then vanish. "Remarkable! Such a potent dragon toxin!" Han Li was first startled, then filled with delight. He had expected merely to use his protective spiritual light to deflect the filaments—yet upon activation, the technique effortlessly countered the attack. It seemed that Qing Ying herself was averse to this rare toxin. A piercing roar echoed through the air. The other Tian Hu兽, witnessing its companion fall, was filled with wild frenzy. After a flash of azure light, it instantly materialized beside Han Li, its two sharp claws emitting streaks of light reaching a foot in length, plunging them fiercely toward Han Li, as though driven mad. Han Li remained expressionless, neither drawing his sword nor moving his hands. Instead, he raised his hand, revealing his scaled, sharp claws, and with a simple flick in the air, a surge of blood-like radiance burst forth, directly meeting the opponent's claw strikes. Two soft thuds followed. Han Li's blood-lit claws Then, with a slight shift of his stance, he effortlessly struck through the opponent's body, grasping the jade-green, bean-sized spirit orb whole. The corpse plummeted downward. From the moment韩立's cultivation of the Spirit-Calling Seal surged significantly, to the point where he swiftly defeated two beasts, it had all taken only an instant. The shimmering green figure hesitated, momentarily faltering and no longer advancing to engage further. Meanwhile, Hàn Lì stepped forward with a swift movement, now facing the green figure with a cold, steady gaze. On the other side, Tian Zhong, who had been struggling to breathe under the pressure of the beautiful woman, had clearly observed the entire scene unfold, now both astonished and furious. He suddenly launched a series of powerful attacks with his five-colored wheel against the woman, then, with a sudden shift in posture, abandoned his current opponent and surged forward as a streak of brilliant light, directly heading toward Hàn Lì. Yet at that very moment, a deep, resonant boom echoed from below, and the blood barrier nearby suddenly burst apart. A thick, misty cold surged violently from the rupture, with a streak of silver light embedded within it, shooting out and then spiraling to come to rest near Han Li.