The black-robed beauty standing beside him saw Han Li able to summon so many remarkable treasures. She raised her hand, launching a small jade shield of jade green color in front of herself, then struck her storage pouch, and instantly two treasure items shaped like butterflies shot forth, dancing gracefully before her as if alive. This woman, a cultivator at the mid-Stage of Yuan Ying, naturally possessed many treasures, yet in combat, the mere number of treasures summoned did not necessarily confer an advantage. Even the most well-endowed cultivator would stop summoning additional treasures once their spiritual awareness reached a certain limit, as during battle, they needed to retain a portion of their consciousness to cast spells. The amount of awareness they preserved depended on their personal strengths. If they felt their treasures were particularly sharp but their spells less so, they would allocate more awareness to summoning the treasures. Conversely, if their treasures were ordinary but they excelled in powerful secret techniques, they would retain more awareness to devote to spellcasting. In addition, the more powerful the treasure, the greater the amount of spirit awareness it typically consumes. This explains why, even among cultivators with strong spirit awareness, few can command ancient treasures, and why cultivators, regardless of their awareness strength, usually limit themselves to only a few potent items when facing opponents. Han Li releasing so many treasures at once—without reserving much of his spirit awareness—clearly demonstrates his exceptional awareness. However, before Han Li and his companion could unite their efforts, a flash of fierce determination crossed the silver-winged night warrior's face. Suddenly, a tremendous surge of energy radiated from his entire body, and he bowed low, then delivered a powerful palm strike. "Thud!" The warrior pressed his open palm firmly onto the ground. Han Li and the beautiful woman both froze, still uncertain about the meaning of this action, when a deep, resonant rumble began to rise from across the entire plaza. The massive array on the ground instantly glowed with vibrant hues, and the stone pillars that had been securing the dried corpses around the perimeter suddenly began to tremble. "Not good!" Han Li's face paled. Without further thought, he shook his back wings, and in an instant, his figure and the treasures surrounding him vanished, leaving only the golden cloud formed by the Gold-Eating Insect and the啼魂 Beast. Seeing this, the silver-winged yak-king let out a fierce laugh, his form radiating a cluster of dark light, and with a mere movement of his flesh wings, he too disappeared. A tremendous roar echoed, and at the edge of the magical array, a cluster of dark light and a streak of silver shimmered simultaneously, colliding and bursting forth in a thousand radiant beams. Then, both surged back in opposite directions, revealing the two winged figures—Han Li and the silver-winged yak-king. In the brief interval, black vapors surged from the bodies of the mummified figures on the surrounding stone pillars, transforming into towering columns of black light that shot upward. Within moments, a vast, hazy screen of black light enveloped the entire plaza. Han Li and his companions found their retreat cut off, now trapped within the luminous barrier. The cloaked beauty, sensing the anomaly in the magical array, immediately transformed into a streak of light and shot outward, only to find that after flying twenty paces or so, the luminous barrier had already formed. She was forced to halt her flight, her expression shifting between worry and uncertainty. This imprisoning array was indeed specifically laid to contain me. Yet the person who originally set it up never anticipated that, after so many years, half of its restrictions had now been absorbed and utilized by me. Though I am bound and unable to leave this place, you are equally trapped as well." The silver-winged yōkai gently shook his wings, then burst out in a proud, satisfied laugh. Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light, and suddenly, the Ti-Hun beast beneath him snorted sharply, expelling a brilliant yellow glow that surged directly toward the floating spectral figures, swiftly closing the distance in a matter of moments. The silver-winged yōkai's laughter cut short as he suddenly swept his wings, vanishing from his original spot before the glow even reached him. Yet the next instant, he reappeared on the bamboo grove. However, as the Ti-Hun beast tilted its head, vast swaths of yellow light remained steadfast, persistently trailing and sweeping after. This move roused the silver-winged night warrior, Yin Mu, of the凶 (fierce) Yin clan. With his eyes blazing, he suddenly swept his wings with a powerful motion, sending forth countless streaks of silver light that met the golden mist of the Ti Hun beast head-on. The golden mist, which should have been impervious to any ghostly technique, was now held back by these silver beams and failed to overwhelm it. Although Han Li knew the silver-winged night warrior was no ordinary corpse-ensouled being, he was equally struck by the scene. Seeing this, the night warrior's initial fear melted away significantly. With a fierce laugh, he slightly shifted his stance and vanished into a surge of dark light, reappearing above the Ti Hun beast, then opened his mouth wide, his dark light flickering as if about to expel something. Just then, however, a powerful hum erupted above his head, startling him. He lifted his head sharply, and a column of black light surged forth, directly striking the golden cloud that had descended from above—precisely Han Li's swarm of gold-devouring insects. After Han Li Lei had vanished, this group of insects remained suspended in the air, motionless. Now that the flying corpse appeared nearby, Han Li merely stirred his divine awareness and launched an immediate assault. However, the black light column was not merely the accumulated corpse energy of the silver-winged night-fox, refined over countless ten-thousands of years—it was profoundly impure, bitterly cold, and carried an especially potent corpse toxin. Even the golden-devouring insects, whose bodies were as hard as iron and immune to all poisons, began to fall like raindrops from the sky under the force of this energy, losing one-third of their numbers within moments. Startled, the remaining insects scattered in all directions, no longer gathering together. Yet, in this brief interval of support, the Ti-Hun beast had already reacted; after emitting a hum, it sent a fresh wave of golden mist spiraling upward. The silver-winged night-fox, however, calmly fluttered her wings and materialized at a distance of over ten zhang away. The wave of light thus passed harmlessly by. At that very moment, at the very spot where the silver-winged night-fox had previously stood, a shimmer of silver light flashed, and Han Li appeared Without a word, he swept his sleeve, and the flying swords instantly transformed into vast sheets of golden light, rushing toward the silver-winged yōkai. At the same time, the purple mirror hovering above spun and flashed with light, then erupted into a column of purple radiance that followed the swordlight. Even more subtly, his finger within the sleeve—specifically his index finger—gently snapped, and a thread of red light vanished instantly. Faced with so many attacks converging at once, the Silver-Winged Night Demon merely smiled slyly, opening his mouth wide. Suddenly, he raised both hands—one displaying the evil moon mirror, the other producing a glowing orb the size of a clenched fist with a soft *p* sound. The orb was gray and misty, radiating a cold, eerie luminescence. He coldly glanced at the golden swordlight that had come first, then, without hesitation, brought both hands together—immediately, the orb vanished into the mirror's surface. Instantly, the mirror shimmered with dark light, and countless orbs identical to the ones before surged forth from within, rapidly merging into one another. In a flash, a massive orb, several dozen feet in diameter, emerged, fully enclosing the Silver-Winged Night Demon. The brilliant golden swordlight struck hard against the orb. With a soft *thud*, the giant orb burst like a bubble, yet the fragments instantly transformed into even more smaller orbs. Yet the golden light flashed swiftly past the silver-winged yōkai, rolling over him, and as it shimmered, dozens of flying swords interlaced and flashed—cutting the spectral corpse into countless fragments. Then, the swordlight immediately shot forth without hesitation from among the numerous glowing spheres. Witnessing this, Han Li was not delighted but rather startled. He simply did not believe that mere flying swords could defeat this foe. Indeed, an utterly astonishing scene unfolded next: the small spheres simultaneously converged toward the center, reuniting into a single large sphere, while the scattered remains of the corpse momentarily blurred—only for the silver-winged yōkai to reappear whole and unharmed within the massive sphere, as if nothing had happened at all. Han Li furrowed his brow. At that moment, the purple light column and the two wind-jade dragons from behind the black-clad beauty also surged forward with vigorous momentum. An equally strange scene unfolded. The colossal luminous sphere shattered once more, and the silver-winged night warrior was once again torn to fragments by the wind dragon and the light beam. Yet when the sphere reformed, the spectral corpse emerged whole and unharmed within it, as though endowed with an immortality. The silver-winged night warrior fixed a quiet, cold glance upon the two, making no further movement. Yet within his hands, the black mirror continuously poured out luminous spheres, causing the giant sphere to expand to a width of over ten zhang and still swelling rapidly. Han Li's expression grew serious. Though he did not know what would happen to those enclosed within the sphere, he was certain it would not be favorable. At the same time, the black-clad beauty, though deeply startled, immediately pressed her palms together, invoking a series of gestures and launching the second wave of attacks with her two wind dragons. At once, the two wind dragons spiraled once more and plunged back into the light sphere, just as easily shattering it. The silver-winged night warrior was once again swiftly eliminated, vanishing like a phantom. Yet this time, the wind dragons did not retreat from the sphere. Instead, they opened their mouths wide, unleashing countless white, shimmering wind blades that shot out in all directions. Before the smaller light spheres could re-coalesce, they were struck and shattered into even finer fragments. For a moment, fierce winds roared violently at the core of the original sphere, their cries rising in intensity. Han Li did not summon the flying swords circling nearby to join the assault. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, observing silently, a subtle blue glow flickering within his pupils.