What's going on? I didn't see a trace of that demonic spirit beneath the spiritual vision. Yet, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his growing unease, and then his body flashed with intense azure light as his entire spiritual energy surged toward his eyes. Instantly, his pupils shimmered with brilliant blue radiance, pushing his clear and refined spiritual sight to its peak. This time, after a thorough scan, Han Li finally noticed something. His face changed, and at the same moment, the dozen giant turtles behind him each emitted a flash of light, launching a thousand identical ice spears that instantly enveloped a relatively small area on one side. Beneath the ice spears, the dark mist suddenly materialized, revealing the dual-headed, four-armed demonic spirit, who appeared with a look of surprise. Among its three arms, three magical items—flags, a circular ring, and a small sword—had now appeared. At this moment, as the countless ice spears plunged down, the three arms holding their treasures simultaneously gave a gentle sweep, and black glimmers burst forth from the small mirrors, sweeping outwards in a powerful wave. The small sword was flicked several times, sending forth a sharp, dark blade of intense energy that swept across the air. As for the circular ring it had just acquired, it seemed to know its purpose instinctively—upon a simple flick, countless rings of varying sizes shot out in dense, intricate patterns, creating an astonishing display. Before the ice spears could reach the ground, they were shattered mid-air by the power of these treasures, and a sudden, clear chill spread out over a radius of more than ten zhang, rapidly lowering the temperature. Yet the spectral demon soul remained utterly indifferent, even chuckling darkly before giving a subtle gesture, vanishing once more into the shimmering magics. Han Li's face fell slightly; he gently touched his upper lip with his tongue. This ancient demon soul had proven to be his most formidable opponent since entering the immortal realm—indeed, he might even perish here by accident. Yet though he had pushed his Mingqing Spiritual Eyes to their absolute peak, the ethereal spirit soul, now invisible within the magical light, had become profoundly blurred. Even as it darted swiftly through the air, it could not be pinned down to a precise location—only a faint, shimmering outline could be seen flickering in and out. Only when the spirit soul slowed or halted could it be followed with any certainty. Thus, Han Li immediately found himself at a disadvantage. Fully relying on the Mingqing Spiritual Eyes placed an immense strain on his vision, and he could not sustain this ability for long. As the spiritual sight waned even slightly, he could no longer discern the opponent’s outline at all. Naturally, Han Li felt deeply frustrated. His only course of action was to either swiftly break the opponent’s concealment or force them to abandon it—making them believe that hiding within the magical light was now ineffective. Otherwise, facing such a elusive and unpredictable adversary, Han Li would grow increasingly uneasy. Thinking thus, Han Li did not pause his movements. With a single tap on his waist pouch housing the spiritual beast, a vast swarm of gold-devouring insects surged forth, humming softly. Han Li did not direct the insect cloud to attack any specific target. After a low hum from his mouth, the insect cloud erupted into a shower of golden blossoms, drifting outward in all directions. In the blink of an eye, within a radius of twenty paces centered on Han Li, golden light shimmered everywhere, with the trails of the insects clearly visible. Thus, even if Han Li could not use his spiritual eyes to track the traces of the magical soul, the magical creature would immediately be sensed as soon as it entered the insect swarm, no longer fearing sudden ambushes. Just as the insect swarm was being established, a cold exhalation came from a distance. From the source of the sound, the magical soul flickered and reappeared, its head now fixed on the golden points scattered around Han Li, its expression somewhat displeased. But immediately, the demon's brows shot up, and as his head swayed, he suddenly exchanged places with the one behind. The grim, fierce ghost's head now faced directly toward Han Li, and a chilling, solemn smile spread across its features. Han Li's heart leapt with alarm, his alertness instantly sharpening. He saw the ghost's head open wide, and vast, silent waves of black ripples surged forth. Where these ripples passed, the golden insects nearest them were swept up without resistance, then fell one after another, staggering and tumbling from the sky. Instantly, a large section of the insect swarm Han Li had arranged around him was now missing, leaving the area behind the ghost's presence hollow and open. The ghost's mouth stretched wide, revealing a fierce, predatory grin, and then its form shifted, preparing to launch itself upward. Han Li, however, grew serious. With a sudden motion, he raised his hand and flicked his middle finger. A small golden orb, the size of a walnut, shot forth silently and swiftly, reaching Han Li's forehead in an instant. This was also a technique Li Han had discovered while meditating in the realm created by the Dan of Cosmic Evolution—compressing the Divine-Defeating Thunder into a sphere and then launching it unexpectedly, a speed far exceeding ordinary electric arcs, with a slight enhancement in power. The magical spirit, unprepared, was indeed startled. The speed of this thunder sphere was simply too great—whether it attempted to evade or deployed other abilities, it always seemed to fall behind. With no choice, it suddenly opened its mouth, and a serpentine streak of purple light shot forth, directly colliding with the golden thunder sphere. A deep rumble echoed as the golden light flashed and the sphere burst apart, the purple streak then rebounded with a swift "whoosh." A distinct smell of scorched air quickly spread throughout the surrounding space. The malevolent spirit, whose head now emitted a painful groan, fixed its gaze on Han Li with renewed malice. The purple streak that had just been launched was, in fact, its extraordinarily long and unusual tongue. Though they didn't know why this tongue was immune to the divine thunder bolts that typically countered it, the sheer force of the lightning had already inflicted significant damage, causing it considerable suffering. Upon realizing his sudden assault had failed to take effect, Han Li showed no surprise on his face. Instead, he immediately sneered and emitted a clear, resonant sound. As the long, resonant tone rang out, the golden flying insects that had been falling suddenly flapped their wings and came back to life, rising once more and returning to their original positions. The spirit-mage, observing this, was momentarily struck by astonishment, and his gaze upon the devouring insects grew noticeably more serious. At the same time, the silver-haired elder and others, seeing Han Li engaged in combat with the monster, swiftly summoned their own attack artifacts—white, flying swords; a blue jade ruler; and three matching, translucent, spindle-shaped talismans—each transforming into vibrant, distinct light orbs, and charging directly toward the spirit-mage with powerful momentum. The spirit soul merely coldly glanced at these items, then simultaneously threw the three magical treasures in its three arms. Instantly, vast patches of dark, shimmering light surged forth, sweeping the items and pinning them firmly at a distance. The head behind the spirit soul controlled these magical treasures. But looking at the appearance of these golden insects, they surely must be the renowned gold-devouring beetles. Even now, they are being shaken and momentarily dazed by the shockwave. Clearly, they are not yet the mature forms as described in the legends. Otherwise, with so many such beetles, and without a suitable magical artifact in hand, the true master would have had to retreat. Unfortunately, I am not currently using my full body form—had I been, I would have truly shown you the prowess of the Celestial Realm's magical butterfly. Such immature, mortal realm spirits are precisely the ideal nourishment for the butterfly. A series of spells were cast one after another, each building upon the previous, causing the flying swords to shimmer with golden light and transform into cascading streams of radiance, swiftly forming the Dageng Sword Array. Yet at this moment, the eyes of the demonic spirit, embodied by the ghostly head, flashed with sudden ferocity. "Since you've decided to meet your end, I have no time to waste on prolonged negotiations. I'll absorb one more Yuan婴—this will give me an edge when I fight that other one. This body will no longer be needed. Now, experience the true power of our Sacred Realm's magical techniques. Simply go and meet your end." Whether sensing the threat posed by Han Li's flying swords or simply growing weary of the prolonged struggle, the demonic spirit made no room for Han Li to complete his array. With a burst of laughter, its form blurred, and it materialized instantly, barehanded, within the midst of the swarm. Han Li felt his heart sink. Without delay, he summoned his awareness and urgently urged the swarm forward. Although the gold-feeding insects were initially wary of the transformed spirit, they immediately surged with fierce energy under Han Li's strong impetus, all rushing in together toward the spirit. The fox spirit puppets originally surrounding Han Li flashed with white light and, in a well-coordinated move, also charged directly at the spirit. The Tiansha Magician Corpse stepped forward steadily, blocking Han Li's path. As for the giant turtle puppets trailing behind, they did not use the ice spears on their backs, but instead raised their necks and opened their mouths, launching dozens of thick, tree-trunk-sized blue light beams simultaneously. Instantly, the spirit was engulfed in a flurry of attacks. Han Li did not expect these defenses to truly hold against the spirit, but he was satisfied as long as they gave him enough time to set up his sword formation. As he had anticipated, even if these attacks could not defeat the spirit, they should at least slow it down sufficiently for him to complete the formation. Yet Han Li still underestimated the true power of the now dual-headed, four-armed spirit. The spectral ghost's head emitted several sharp, metallic clinks as it waved its arms, its ten fingers on the four hands rapidly twisting and transforming, forming one after another of strange mantras. Suddenly, an intensely brilliant black glow burst forth from within the ghost's body, so bright and piercing that it made it impossible to look directly at it. Then, wave after wave of dark, misty energy surged out from the ghost's core. These successive, powerful waves pushed the golden-eating insects and tiger spirit puppets into a state of staggering imbalance. After several blue light beams flashed and vanished, they were completely dissolved into nothingness. At that moment, the ghost's two heads simultaneously opened wide, emitting a long, resonant roar that was far more piercing and elevated than the cry of any bird. The sound carried such force that it shook the nearby sky, producing a continuous, thunderous echo. Then, the waves of energy instantly dissipated, and the brilliant black glow gradually faded. An odd, hard shell, dark and glossy, thickly covered with long, sharp spines, suddenly rose like a Shura's armor upon the mage's spirit form, radiating an aura that surged straight towards the heavens. At this moment, the demon-headed spirit slightly lowered its gaze, its face bearing a fierce expression directed squarely at Han Li. Han Li, in contrast, stared in open astonishment, his heart filled with profound awe and shock.