"The Divine Thunder that Repels Evil!" The black-robed woman, who had been furious and ready to unleash a secret magisterial technique, barely had time to speak before Han Li raised both hands, and a golden net roared down to enclose her. Startled, she shimmered into a light mist, retreating in a reverse motion and narrowly avoiding the encircling net. Han Li remained expressionless. Suddenly, his wind-and-thunder wings spread out behind him, and he vanished from his original spot. At this sight, the black-robed woman immediately recalled the tales of Han Li. She quickly pressed her palms together, and her form gently shifted. Her figure blurred momentarily, and seven or eight identical women materialized side by side. These figures appeared lifelike, moving in perfect unison, then suddenly scattered in all directions, each transforming into a streak of golden light—so that it became impossible to distinguish which one was the true black-robed woman. A silver arc of electricity flickered, and Han Li appeared at the woman's original position, accompanied by a soft rumble of thunder. He gazed at the scattered streams of light, yet remained calm, even smiling faintly with a cold edge to his lips. A surge of spiritual energy poured into his eyes, causing a blue glow to flicker within his pupils—his Qing Ming Ling Yan technique activated. With a simple lift of his head, he glanced toward the distant area and found all the yellow glimmers now dimmed, their spiritual essence thin and scattered, appearing as mere shadows. Startled, he quickly turned to scan left and right, only to suddenly notice—a nearly invisible mist-like figure was silently approaching from behind him. This woman had used these illusions to draw his attention, while her true form had not blended in with the others, instead retreating quietly to strike him from the side. Indeed, she was both skilled and bold. Had it not been for his Qing Ming Ling Yan ability, he would have never detected her presence with mere spiritual awareness. Her evasiveness must surely rank among the finest seen even beneath the Silver Moon. Though somewhat startled, he said nothing. He simply turned and headed straight toward the giant ape. It seemed as though she had no intention of pursuing the cloaked woman further. The light mist had already drifted several dozen paces behind Han Li. Pausing slightly, the woman materialized silently, her palm flashing a yellow glow several inches long, extending like a lightning bolt straight toward Han Li’s back. The direction was both precise and forceful—exactly at the heart. Should her palm make firm contact, Han Li’s heart would be crushed beyond repair, and his body would be rendered lifeless. Yet, as the woman extended her arm, Han Li’s form seemed to sway casually, then his face rotated with a speed barely perceptible to the eye, now fully facing her. His mouth opened slightly, and golden light began to surge forth. With a spread of his wings, Han Li vanished instantly within the thunderous roar, only to reappear moments later in the electric glow behind the falling woman, her slender hand, glowing with a soft blue flame, gently pressing against the woman's neck. A sharp "crack" echoed as a thick layer of blue ice sealed the woman completely. The black-robed woman felt an intense cold rush through her body and lost all sensation, her form transforming into a solid ice statue, plummeting straight downward. Han Li remained motionless, floating in midair. Yet, with a hand already prepared, he raised it, sending out countless delicate electric arcs that formed a golden net, encircling the ice statue within. A brief flash of coldness passed over Han Li's face, and the ice statue began to radiate golden light, splitting and fragmenting with each crack until the black-robed woman's form dissolved entirely into scattered ice particles, vanishing without a trace. The only thing remaining within the electric net was a young female cultivator at the Yuan婴 stage, her features delicate and clear, her face pale, evidently aware of the power of the divine thunder bolt, her expression filled with fear. Han Li's eyes flashed, and with a flick of the golden arc in his hand, he was about to extinguish the Yuan-Embryo right there. Yet suddenly, the woman Yuan-Embryo cried out in a piercing, wavering voice: "You cannot kill me! I am the consort of Yin Luo Sect, the master of Jin State's Magician Path. If you kill me, our sect and you will be at odds forever!" "Husband of Yin Luo Sect?" Han Li coldly studied the Yuan-Embryo for a moment, then silently released the electric grid in his hands and turned to walk away. The woman Yuan-Embryo stood stunned at first, then beamed with joy, eager to flee through the opening. Yet her mind was full of concerns—how would she ever repay Han Li's treacherous intentions once she was safe? At that moment, Han Li, standing some fifteen zhang away, merely slightly activated his spell. The previously loosened golden net suddenly tightened, instantly enclosing the woman's Yuan-Embryo tightly. Then, the electric arcs leapt and burst into a thunderous crackle. Before the woman could utter a single cry of lament, she was completely reduced to ash and "Have I already destroyed your body, and now expect you to return and avenge yourself?" Han Li muttered helplessly, then sighed deeply. Without turning around, he flew toward the giant ape. Instantly, Han Li and the person blocking his way were left seething with resentment! From within the mist, a soft, melodic laugh echoed. Gradually, the mist thinned and revealed a young man of striking good looks and gentle demeanor—none other than Yun Lu, the elderly immortal of Hehuang Sect. Even for a bold immortal like Yunlu, facing so many cultivators charging directly at him, his face turned pale. This old immortal had only been saved by Han Li, after being blocked by numerous azure fire birds, who had successfully used two lightning pearls. As Han Li was preparing to ally with him and consider his next move, the Yin Luo Sect suddenly released a large number of bronze-armored corpse cultivators, which had barely affected Han Li at all. However, within his waist satchel housing the spirit beast, Ti Hun immediately began to stir, showing an unusually excited demeanor. Since Han Li had fully integrated the Ming Hun Pearl, he sensed this clearly. Curious, he released the beast. Instantly, as Ti Hun stepped out of the satchel, his form expanded rapidly, transforming into a massive black giant ape that began violently absorbing the vital essences of the corpse cultivators. This surprised Han Li greatly. While he was aware that Ti Hun could devour the spirits and souls of immortals and ghosts, it was unexpected that it also proved effective against the corpse cultivators created by the cultivators themselves. It was either an innate ability of the啼魂兽 from the beginning, or a strange power it acquired during its evolution. Regardless, for Han Li, this proved to be a pleasant surprise. Yet now, with so many legal practitioners gathering around, after exchanging glances with Yun Lu, the elder demon, he suddenly felt a strong inclination to retreat. However, the啼魂兽 was still wreaking havoc among the corpse-ensouled beings, and Han Li simply wouldn't be willing to leave it behind like this. As he was about to use the Míngún Pearl to gently guide the啼魂兽 back, a hearty laugh suddenly erupted behind them. "Do not worry," said the voice—clearly that of Long Han. "Since your esteemed friend has this extraordinary beast capable of handling these corpse-ensouled beings, then these people shall be under our care." Han Li was startled, and quickly turned around to see that several dozen paces away, Long Han had already arrived with a group of cultivators, who had now halted their flight and were observing them closely. Han Li was greatly delighted; it made sense now why these magistrates had not immediately launched an attack—they had clearly seen the reinforcements arriving and thus treated them with due seriousness. When Long Han noticed Han Li's increasingly ethereal appearance, a moment of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly dismissed it and resumed her composure. Now was not the time to probe further; all the cultivators' attention was focused on the magistrates across the battlefield. At this point, after a prolonged struggle, several battle groups had finally begun to determine clear winners and losers. The outcome was roughly balanced, with both sides suffering comparable damage. Yet this was no mere exhibition of skill. While the defeated often faced life-threatening situations, even the victors, though utterly exhausted and having depleted most of their inner energies, swiftly plunged into new engagements. Earlier, Long Han had dispatched other cultivators to replace the companions of the battle groups where Feng Bing and the female cultivator of the White surname were fighting against Tian Zhong. Only when the couple fought side by side could their full strength truly be unleashed. At this point, neither Long Han nor the thin old man had any more words to offer. Long Han simply raised his hand toward the opposite side. The cultivators who had remained unengaged until now were naturally among the most elite. Instantly, a radiant glow emanated from the group behind him, and their various treasures and artifacts surged forth, launching a powerful assault. The spiritual masters on the other side were no ordinary figures either, equally determined and summoning a wide array of spiritual energies. Thus, the final two strong forces from both sides collided in a fierce confrontation. Although the opposing side had gained an additional spiritual master at the metagenre stage, the combined strength of Yun Lu, Long Han, and the other three mid-stage cultivators managed to hold their own. Han Li had originally intended to join the assault on the thin old man, but upon glancing toward the large green bird, his expression changed several times.