The magical soul had not expected that this great sword was actually the Golden Thunder Bamboo法宝. Nevertheless, with his strange speed of evasiveness, a black glow flashed, and within moments he had appeared ten or more zhang away—leaving the sword empty in his wake. Upon pausing, the demon's expression suddenly darkened. He rubbed his four palms, and two more black luminous spheres rose up. With a flicker of black light, the two spheres transformed into two slender black light spears, resonating with a steady hum. As he bit down on his tongue with his fang, "pffft," "pffft"—two drops of pure essence blood burst forth and struck the spears. Immediately, the two spears trembled slightly before turning a deep crimson. The magical soul, after expelling the blood, showed a faint weakening in both of his heads, as though this technique had cost him considerable vital energy. The jade sword reappeared above the demon's head once more and descended with a decisive strike. This time, without hesitation, the demon raised all four arms and hurled his two crimson spears directly at the sword. The blood glow faded instantly, followed by two thunderous booms. Golden arcs flashed fiercely, yet the two spears of light remained intact against the Divine Thunder of Bixie, striking solidly upon the great sword's blade. The great sword emitted a long, mournful cry, being hurled several dozen paces away and tumbling over several times. At the same time, the light on its surface surged wildly before fading to a dim, pale glow. Han Li, who had been directing the great sword from afar, had his face streaked with blood, though as the green qi flashed rapidly across it, his expression soon stabilized. The great sword, being inherently spirited and spiritually linked to Han Li, naturally experienced some disturbance. Fortunately, Han Li's consciousness was exceptionally strong, and this minor injury had no significant impact on him. Yet Han Li could not afford to hesitate further. With a gesture toward the distant sword, he commanded. The great sword hummed once, then suddenly dissolved into dozens of streaks of green light, which then turned and shot back toward Han Li. "Trying to flee! Leave these flying swords behind!" the Magus shouted immediately upon seeing the swords attempt to retreat. Then, with a wave of his hand, the two blood-red light spears flashed with brilliance, instantly transforming into two massive blood-colored hands that roared forward in pursuit. Since it had witnessed Han Li suddenly unleashing a multitude of golden thunder bamboo artifacts, it naturally refused to let Han Li easily retrieve them. Meanwhile, the magical soul spun around, releasing abundant magical vapor, and soon coalesced into a dense cloud of mist, swiftly trailing behind at high speed. Seeing this, Han Li felt a quiet sense of satisfaction within, yet maintained a composed expression, appearing utterly calm. The silver-haired elder, however, grew increasingly restless. He swiftly flipped his hand and summoned a small yellow-hazy sword into his grasp, eager to lend a hand. "Master Cheng, no need to act now. We can wait until the demon is contained before you intervene!" Even before the sword was fully raised, Han Li's voice reached him through inner communication. The silver-haired elder paused, startled, then after glancing around, suddenly understood and immediately ceased his movements, feeling greatly reassured. At that moment, the blood-colored hands from afar clearly moved much faster than the multitude of flying swords. The jade-blue swordlight had barely advanced a short distance when it was successively caught by the two massive hands. Suddenly, the two blood hands swelled several times in size, reaching out to scoop up the swords and attempting to seize them firmly. Yet Han Li, with an urgent but composed incantation, merely pressed his spell with steady grace. What seemed initially scattered among the flying swords suddenly emitted a clear chime, then linked together in a unified flow of spiritual energy, transforming into a shimmering sheet of jade-blue light that surged forward, gaining a full doubling of speed. The two blood-colored hands naturally fell short, empty-handed, as the jade-blue swords shot swiftly toward Han Li's head and began to spiral around him. The magmatic soul within Wu Yun grew furious—this maneuver had clearly been deliberate, almost mocking. The magus, his face as still as still water, launched a counterattack against the blood hands, sending two streaks of blood light back. After a graceful spiral, he caught two long blood-bladed swords in his hands. A sharp roar erupted from his mouth, and without warning, a surge of magical aura spread out And with a sudden flicker of his form, the demon vanished instantly, dissolving into the magical aura. As the pressure of the magical mist pressed down upon him, Han Li furrowed his brows, but raised both hands, causing golden arcs of electricity to surge from his arms and form a vast grid that intercepted the spreading mist. His eyes, glowing with a steady blue light, silently swept over the surroundings. Yet immediately, a look of surprise appeared on Han Li's face—there was not a trace of the demon souls anywhere in sight. He glanced upward, only to find them completely absent as well. Han Li paused, stroking his chin, then suddenly realized something. Without a word, he seized the silver-haired elder's arm and surged forward in a streak of emerald light. At the very spot where Han Li had stood, two streaks of blood flashed upward and then vanished. Soon afterward, the demon souls materialized several feet below, their heads expressing clear astonishment. This surprise attack had been his original expectation—something he had believed to be certain. Han Li cursed the magic soul's treachery silently, having never imagined an attack from below. Had he not reacted swiftly, even with his keen eyesight, he would have been cut in two. He firmly believed that his three-colored insect armor within his green robe and the thin layer of protective spiritual light would not be enough to truly withstand the opponent's blade. Both heads were filled with astonishment. Jinxi vanished in a flash. Finally, Han Li activated the Dajing Sword Array, drawing the demon into its embrace. At this moment, Han Li pressed two hand seals, linking his consciousness with all the sword beams, and then suddenly surged the entire Dajing Sword Array. A strange phenomenon unfolded. Numerous golden filaments, shimmering with an eerie golden glow, appeared and vanished intermittently around the perimeter. Their movements were silent and irregular, gradually converging toward the center. The demon's spirit stiffened, realizing at last that he had fallen into Han Li's trap and was now deeply ensnared within an unknown restriction. In rage, he swung his two swords, sending out several crimson blade streaks that surged directly toward Han Li's position. As soon as dozens of golden filaments emerged and flickered several times, the crimson blade streaks were instantly severed into countless fragments, transforming into scattered points of luminous energy and vanishing completely. The demon paused, stunned, while the front head now bore a serious expression. Then, with a cold sigh, he brought the two blood-colored long blades together, and after a flash of sharp light, they merged into a single massive blood-bladed sword. Holding the sword with all four arms, he slowly and steadily delivered a sweeping slash in one direction. The blade glowed with an intense blood-like radiance, unleashing a colossal crescent-shaped strike stretching several dozen feet in length. The momentum was truly astonishing! The great blade's momentum sliced through several golden threads, sending them flying ten zhang beyond. Yet, as the threads gathered densely ahead, the blade's power gradually weakened and eventually collapsed, its brilliance dimming. The magical soul was finally startled. Meanwhile, the golden threads from all around steadily converged toward the center. Having once deployed the Dagheng Sword Formation, he now commanded it with far greater ease and fluency than before. The silvery-haired elder beside him was filled with growing astonishment—unaware that Han Li possessed such profound and hidden mastery. At the heart of the formation, the magical soul continuously employed various evasive techniques, momentarily transforming into a delicate black vapor, then into fine black threads, striving to escape from within the formation. Yet none of them could be stopped—firmly blocked by golden threads. Even more, it transformed its massive greatsword into four narrow, strange blades, raised all four arms to whirl them into a blood-colored sphere of light that shielded its entire body, and then charged once again. The outcome was even worse—the golden threads were not only sharp but each carried immense force. Had it not been for the blood-colored blades temporarily withstanding the cutting action of the golden threads, it would have already been torn apart into fragments. As the sword formation gradually contracted and the golden threads drew closer to the spirit soul, reducing the available space between them to just a few dozen paces, the spirit soul finally could no longer endure, and its two heads lifted high, roaring in unison—one thick and one slender, one strong and one gentle. Han Li's brow slightly furrowed, uncertain of what the spirit intended, when suddenly, from the distant hundred-foot blaze of magic fire, another ancient demon emitted the same long roar. Immediately, a massive figure shot forth from the flames, streaking toward this very spot. Within the obsidian flame, a colossal creature with two heads and four arms, towering six to seven zhang in height, shimmered and faded in and out against the glow. It moved with such astonishing speed that in an instant, it had closed the distance to within a hundred zhang of Han Li. Han Li's face grew pale. "Brother! Our reinforcements have arrived!" the silver-haired elder suddenly exclaimed with great joy. Han Li was taken aback, turning his gaze toward the horizon and sweeping his eyes across the distance. There, on both sides of the sky, flashes of light appeared—two groups of cultivators had simultaneously arrived. This news instantly dispelled Han Li's initial intention to flee. He quickly glanced at the trapped spirit souls locked within the sword formation and then at the other ancient monster rushing toward him. With his mind now resolved, he suddenly pointed at the purple phoenix that had been circling above for some time. As soon as he did, the phoenix spread its wings and faced the approaching ancient monster. At the same time, Han Li flipped his palm, and the blood-magic sword, which had been folded, instantly materialized before him. In the other hand, bloodlight flashed, and a blood-streaked scroll appeared in his palm. A crimson blood-jacal surged and danced continuously upon it—the scroll he had painstakingly crafted to summon spirits. Though it was used briefly during the Battle of the Boundary, it only consumed one-third of its power. Now, with renewed determination, Han Li pressed the scroll firmly against his body without hesitation.