"He sounds as if he's never visited the Valley of Fallen Demons," Han Li thought, deciding to ask a bit more. "Hmph. I may not have seen it myself, but that doesn't mean I haven't heard of it. My several friends who entered the valley back then, though not as powerful as myself, were no ordinary cultivators. Even together, they managed to escape only one, who barely escaped with his life. This clearly demonstrates the strength of the ancient Demon's cultivation technique." The Da Yan Sovereign snorted a few times, clearly impressed. Han Li smiled at this, just about to ask another question, when suddenly, from the fleeing black mist ahead, a sharp cry of pain erupted. Then, a sudden whirlwind like a dragon's vortex surged through the dark mist, scattering all the black vapor and revealing the figure within—the 'Nanlong Marquis.' Upon seeing the figure clearly, Lü Fu the Elder and the white-robed woman were both stunned, gasping in surprise. Was this still a human? The 'Nanlong Marquis' now stood completely transformed into a monstrous being with two heads and four arms. At the neck, one head ahead and one behind, large and small, with two fierce heads. As the shoulders shift, four extraordinarily long magical arms extend past the knees. The larger of the two heads displays patches of purple scales on its face, and a white horn several inches long emerges from its forehead. Yet in terms of facial features, eyes, nose, and overall size, it remains the original head. Behind this head, however, a slightly smaller head is forcibly pressed into place—entirely transformed into a spectral, ghostly appearance. Though it too bears horns on its forehead and scales on its cheeks, its face is pale and toothed, with black lips that part and close, revealing a long, black-red, purple-tinted tongue, dotted with flesh spines, that extends a foot or so before retracting like a venomous serpent. Even more chilling, the eyes of this head have narrow pupils resembling seams, glowing with a cold, silvery light. As the eye balls move, they convey not a single trace of emotion—clearly beyond the capabilities of a human. Not only the head, but the body from the neck down, as well as the four long arms, was covered in deep purple scales, densely packed and impervious to wind and rain. The tips of the ten fingers bore nail-like projections resembling bone spines, shimmering with a silvery glow as they opened and closed, sharp and formidable. Faced with this terrifying sight, although Ling Fu the Elder and the white-robed woman both felt a moment of alarm, they were both immortals with Yuan-Enlightened stages who had lived for countless years—so they did not falter. Upon seeing the "Nanlong Marquis" take form and stand motionless, they simultaneously summoned their treasures to launch an assault. Five-colored light beams flashed, instantly encircling the "Nanlong Marquis." Ling Fu the Elder was overjoyed, seizing the opportunity to swiftly position his white giant ring around him. The magical soul maintained a composed expression on its head, resembling a corpse; yet the part behind it opened its mouth wide, a hint of scorn curling at the corners of its lips. As the massive ring flashed suddenly, it rose directly before him and plunged downward. With his four arms lightly sweeping through the five-colored light beams, he effortlessly raised four hands, each glowing with a deep purple radiance, and instantly grasped the ring firmly—his movements showing no trace of hesitation. It's truly unbelievable that this spirit soul has managed to taint the ancient treasures and then seize them for its own use. At this moment, three of the four spirit hands of the spirit soul released the ring, while only one hand clutched it tightly, gently swaying it back and forth. Layer upon layer of ring-like phantom images appeared. Both heads expressed satisfaction. "Excellent! Excellent! I've been worried about having too few usable treasures at my disposal, and this one, though ordinary, will do quite well," said the head at the front, speaking in human form. Meanwhile, the other three arms brushed against the body, and with a flash of light, each of the remaining two arms now held an additional black banner and a small black-bladed sword. The final hand remained bare. "Heh! Though I can only transform a few of your cultivators' treasures into magical items at present, even these few are sufficient to last me for a while," the spirit soul murmured with a sly smile. Meanwhile, Han Li, having been distracted by setting up the array, had slowed down both the golden arc and the fire ball, falling behind. As for the golden gold-devouring insect swarm that had originally kept pace with them, they suddenly grew wary upon seeing the spirit mage manifesting a dual-headed, four-armed form, and instead of advancing, merely circled in place incessantly. Han Li was startled. Through their psychic connection, he naturally sensed the insects' instinctive fear, which stirred his surprise and doubt. Moreover, upon witnessing the spirit mage perform this dual-headed, four-armed technique, he immediately recalled the images from the Buddhist Saint's true scroll and the three-headed, six-armed demonic statue enshrined in the cave dwelling of the elder Cangkun. He wondered what connection, if any, existed between these three elements. The banner held by the spirit mage was precisely the ancient wind banner used by the elderly Lu to summon gusts of wind, while the small sword also seemed familiar—he soon remembered it was one of the ancient relics among the ancient cultivators' remains. Unbeknownst to him, both had been tainted and used instead. However, regardless of any deeper connections, the present moment was not the time to probe further. What mattered now was to provoke this spirit mage, and bring him into the Dageng Sword Array. Thinking of this, Han Li suddenly intensified his pressure on the golden insect swarm, accelerating both the辟邪神雷 and the purple fire ball, sending them both rushing toward the demon. Upon seeing this, the demon's two heads erupted in a strange, rhythmic laughter. Suddenly, his neck blurred, and the two heads exchanged positions— the front head swung backward, while the evil ghost head now took the lead position, constantly extending and flicking its deep purple-red tongue, an utterly bizarre sight. Even though the elder Luoxu and others heard it from so far away, they still felt their spirit stirred and were visibly startled. Hearing the astonishing roar, Han Li was momentarily stunned. At the same time, the two heads of the faceless demon spirit both turned pale. Without a thought, he drew back his hand, his form flickering into a streak of black light and swiftly retreated backward, emitting a sound similar to a long, resonant cry. In a matter of moments, he sped away like lightning. The direction he took was precisely where the cry had originated. Yet the magical soul had fled so hurriedly, emitting that resonant howl in response, suggesting there might be another ancient demon lurking there. Han Li instantly went over every possibility in his mind, his face filled with deep contemplation, standing motionless in place. Now, as the magical spirit truly seemed to vanish far beyond return, Ling Fu the Elder and the white-robed woman exchanged glances and finally approached Han Li. Han Li's display of divine prowess had been truly astonishing; they could not possibly have simply flown away without a word. As for Nan Gong Wan's senior sister, although she had previously had some disagreements with Han Li, she could only manage a polite smile and equally thanked him: "I also sincerely thank you for your great kindness!" The woman in white still felt somewhat embarrassed and spoke with a somewhat cold tone. As for seeking revenge against Han Li—after having witnessed his current capabilities, she had completely abandoned that intention. "Our gratitude for saving our lives is not quite accurate; Han Li merely acted out of self-preservation. Now, what plans do the two of you have? Are you interested in continuing on to see what unfolds?" Han Li calmly raised his hand, retrieving the golden arc and other items—some of which he stored within himself, others into his sleeves—before speaking slowly and deliberately. "Han Dao-you must be jesting. That item is truly extraordinary, capable only of being handled by cultivators at the late Yuan Ying stage. How could we possibly follow behind again?" Ling Fu the Elder shook her head without hesitation. The woman in white remained silent, yet her expression clearly conveyed strong agreement. "Then, if that's the case, we shall leave it at that." Han Li, though personally interested, might have seemed a bit hasty if going alone. "Then I'll bid you both farewell here," he said, a touch of regret in his heart. If two Yuan-Infusion cultivators were willing to accompany him, he would truly have liked to see what had transpired far away. But going alone, he decided, carried too much risk. As he thought this, he didn't wait for either of the two to respond, lifting his head to glance once more at Fang, who had yet to cease his thunderous roar. Yet, after only a brief moment of looking toward the distance, Han Li's expression suddenly changed, growing serious. "What's happened?" seeing Han Li's demeanor, Ling Fu the elder immediately felt a surge of concern, and quickly asked, turning to look as well.