Han Li listened carefully, his lips subtly twitching. Two small swords flashed briefly and shot out, aiming directly at the two massive gray cocoons floating in the air. Upon realizing how formidable the creature before him was, Han Li immediately resolved to first rescue the other two. With all four of them working together, their chances of victory would surely increase. The silver-winged night warrior observed the scene without moving, yet a cold smile played at his lips. As his silver eyes flashed, gray hands suddenly rose from each of the two cocoons, swiftly reaching out and grasping the two golden blades. The movements were astonishingly swift. Han Li, unprepared, found himself having the two flying swords caught by these hands, which had transformed from the deadly soul-thread. Though startled, Han Li remained calm. With a mere flick of his consciousness, thunderous rumblings erupted within the gray hands, accompanied by flashes of golden light. The divine protective lightning emitted by the two swords immediately shattered the soul-thread, scattering it into fragments, and within moments, the swords seemed poised to break free and emerge from their encasement. Yet at this moment, dense streams of gray filaments burst forth from the gray cocoon, layer upon layer, enveloping everything. Simultaneously, waves of gray vapor seeped out from the large hands, spreading and then coalescing into fine filaments once more. The two golden swords were thus momentarily trapped within. "If you are willing to surrender that shadow-mushroom horse and release my two companions, we can immediately withdraw." Han Li glanced at the remains of the Yuan-named Han and then gently touched the shadow-mushroom horse standing beside him, speaking coldly. At that moment, the啼魂 beast, now transformed into a giant ape, let out a low roar, and the evil ghost patterns on its back flared with a vivid blood-like glow, conveying a clear sense of threat. "You want this little creature? Of course. Simply release your companions and allow you to depart. That is entirely feasible," the silver-winged night-axe replied without hesitation. "Are you truly agreeing?" The black-robed woman had already raised her celestial wheel into the air, and her expression brightened upon hearing this. Han Li remained silent. "I have agreed to several conditions, yet you need only commit to one. You may leave here, but this spirit beast must remain," said the silver-winged night-axe, extending a green-hued finger and pointing at the black giant ape, his silver eyes flickering several times. The black-robed beauty was taken aback, utterly surprised. "You want to keep my spirit beasts? Are you mad!" Han Li coldly laughed. "Then you two stay here and share this blood feast with us!" Upon seeing Han Li's refusal, the silver-winged night warrior immediately turned furious, his fangs swelling dramatically and his eyes blazing with a thousand gleaming silver streaks. "Watch out for his illusion!" A voice, rich and warm, suddenly came from within a gray cocoon, yet it was faint and then abruptly cut off. Clearly, however, it had come too late. The silver light was so intense that even with his Ming-Qing spiritual vision, Han Li instinctively closed his eyes. The black-robed beauty, upon witnessing the brilliance, was momentarily dizzy and had no choice but to keep her eyes open. "Not good!" Han Li murmured as he closed his eyes. When both of them reopened them, the surroundings had indeed changed dramatically. Not only were the plaza and the gray cocoons completely gone, but the surroundings were now shrouded in a hazy mist, and the silver-winged night warrior had vanished entirely. "It's clearly a high-level illusion!" Han Li murmured. "Whether it truly is high-level or not, we'll only know once we try," the black-robed woman replied, her brows arched with concern for the wealthy elder, who seemed unusually frail and no longer willing to wait. With decisive action, she pointed upward at the Buddhist celestial wheel. "Pffft! Pffft!" The wheel radiated intense light, and several beams of seven-colored light shot out, only to vanish into the mist without any trace—much like a stone dropped into deep water, with no response at all. The black-robed woman's expression darkened. Without further hesitation, she removed a pouch of a spiritual creature from her waist, tossed it swiftly into the air, and then swiftly formed hand seals. Instantly, the pouch trembled, and a surge of crimson light erupted from within, transforming into a group of winged serpents. These flying serpents were not large, only a few feet in length, yet each bore a crown atop its head, and their scales shimmered with a vivid, radiant red—clearly no ordinary spiritual serpents. The beautiful woman chanted softly, then suddenly cast several red incantations toward the gathering serpents. Instantly, each serpent opened its mouth, and as flames burst forth, they surged outward, swelling rapidly before erupting into roaring flames. Within moments, vast waves of fire surged and began to surge and roll violently. Watching the woman’s actions, Han Li did not intervene or speak a word of encouragement. Instead, he took this opportunity to silently survey his surroundings, his blue luminescence in his pupils flickering rapidly. As the fire waves rose to a height of several zhang, the previously hazy sky suddenly underwent a dramatic transformation—darkening instantly to an impenetrable black. A flash of silver light revealed two immense, monstrous eyes rising from the black mist, each measuring several zhang in diameter, radiating a brilliant silver glow—clearly the silver-eyed, winged yaksha’s eyes, now magically expanded to such vast proportions. A strange, gurgling laughter echoed from the sky, followed by a broad sweep of silvery light that descended directly onto the flaming sea. A most eerie scene unfolded! Wherever the silver light touched—whether it was the roaring flames or the soaring serpents—they vanished as if evaporating into thin air. The entire sea of fire instantly turned into nothingness. Faced with this astonishing sight, Han Li remained composed. The black-clad woman, however, grew pale and immediately launched a second red flying sword, repeatedly striking the silver eye in the sky—yet her efforts proved as futile as trying to pluck moonlight from water. This time, her heart sank. Clearly, the power of this illusion surpassed even her expectations. She now had no confidence at all in her ability to dispel it. At the same time, the strange laughter continued unabated, growing louder and louder, gradually rising into a thunderous roar. Meanwhile, one silver eye after another began to emerge from the sky, each as vast as the others. After a while, not only was the sky filled with the eyes of the spirits, but silver glimmers also began to sparkle within the surrounding mist. Suddenly, all the spirit eyes flashed with a silver light at once, transforming simultaneously into bright, crescent-shaped moons. At the same time, sharp, thunderous roars erupted from the dark mist, and heavy footsteps echoed one after another, as though some monstrous creature were about to surge forth from the fog. "Frater Han, do you have any means to break this spell!" the black-robed woman finally broke her composure and turned to ask. She had already decided that, should even the enigmatic Han prove powerless, she would have to sacrifice a great deal of her vital energy to attempt some secret incantation. Han did not immediately respond to her question. Instead, he raised his hand, and a thick golden arc rose from his arm. A thunderclap followed, and the golden arc shot forth, striking precisely upon one of the silver moons that had just emerged from the mist on the side. With a thunderous roar, both this moon and the golden arc simultaneously burst apart, and the other silver moons poured out countless streams of silver light, instantly making the surroundings glaringly bright once more. The black-robed beauty felt a dizzying sensation, blinking her beautiful eyes instinctively. Yet when she steadied her posture and regained her composure, she found herself back on the plaza—both the black mist and the silver moons completely vanished. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. As someone with extensive experience, she did not find this development particularly surprising. Meanwhile, standing beneath the green bamboo, the silver-winged night warrior appeared as though he had not moved at all. Yet, from behind, one of his silver wings extended forward, shielding him from the crackling golden arc that surged outward. His eyes remained cold, fixed steadily upon Han Li. What caught the beauty's attention was that, on the monster's green-furred palm, a dark mirror had been raised and held steadily, facing the two of them. The mirror is not large, yet it radiates an eerie, dark glow, drawing one's entire spirit into it with an overwhelming sense of strangeness—truly potent in its malevolence. "You were able to locate me within the illusion. That is rather unusual. I have the Yuelü Mirror and the Silver-Eyed Illusion technique, which together amplify my power by at least half—this cannot simply be overcome by sheer awareness. Your eyes seemed peculiar during the illusion just now. Have you perhaps mastered a special spiritual vision technique?" With a calm tone, the silver-winged yaksha gently waved his wing, and the golden arc was effortlessly deflected aside. Yet Han Li would not be satisfied. After drawing a deep breath, he suddenly opened his mouth and expelled a white orb, wrapped in a swirling cluster of purple flame, which spun continuously before him. At the very moment this orb appeared, the temperature across the entire plaza dropped sharply, as if the crowd had suddenly been transported into a world of snow and ice. When Han Li first released the glow of Qingyuan's sword, the silver-winged night guard remained unmoved. But when the feathered wings emerged from his back, a hint of surprise flickered on the creature's face. When the snow-crystal orb, encased in the radiant purple flame of the Ziluo Heaven Fire, appeared and revealed its formidable power, the creature's expression grew serious. Han Li's actions did not cease. He casually raised a spiritual beast satchel into the air, and a golden beetle emerged from it, humming softly, transforming into a golden lotus that floated above. Then, with a simple hand gesture, a layer of seven-colored spiritual light shimmered around his body. As he turned his palms once more, a purple mirror gradually rose into the air, glowing softly into a sphere of purple light. Currently, Han Li has a full array of powerful artifacts at his disposal, beyond his decisive, one-hit-kill technique. Facing this spectral entity, which may even surpass a late-stage Yuan-Ying stage cultivator, he dare not afford the slightest negligence.