This flying dagger's speed of concealment and movement is the fastest among Han Li's entire array of treasures. As soon as it was released, it had already plunged sharply into the wind sphere. It was as if a drop of cool water had been poured into a pot of scalding oil! Just as the dagger flashed and disappeared into the sphere, the wind sphere suddenly came to life—the dark vortex within trembled and distorted, emitting a deep, resonant "thundering" sound. The surface of the sphere began to warp irregularly, and the surrounding turbulent spiritual pressure grew increasingly chaotic, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to burst at any moment. A soft "pffft," and the light sphere trembled slightly before instantly shooting out a slender column of black light that vanished in a flash into the floating wind sphere. The once violently trembling sphere immediately stabilized. Han Li's face darkened, yet the humanoid automaton responded with a swift incantation. The black marrow dagger that had entered the wind sphere began to swell rapidly, flashing with black light and jabbing wildly, once again disturbing the now-calmed wind sphere. "Are you trying to die!" the black-armored woman exclaimed, furious beyond measure, and without hesitation, she reached out with a sweeping gesture toward Han Li's position, a tremendous surge of spiritual pressure instantly pressing down upon his head. Han Li stiffened, preparing to cast a spell to evade it. But the delicate figure floating above the altar had already acted. With a light, graceful tap toward Han Li's direction, she moved. "Boom!" A black magical claw and a large, milky-white hand materialized in mid-air, colliding and bursting apart, their black and white luminescence intertwining, emitting a continuous hissing sound as they sliced through the air. "With me here, do you really think you can easily kill that person?" The silver-haired woman smiled lightly, her star-like eyes fixed steadily on the black-armored woman, never waver­ing. The black-armored woman remained composed, silent. She was well aware that though the silver-haired woman had no physical form and had indeed taken a strong blow from her own divine consciousness earlier, sustaining significant injury, it would take more than a moment or two to truly overcome her. She had originally intended to wait a while, gaining a bit more confidence, but it now seemed clear that she could no longer delay. The black-armored woman glanced at the colossal wind sphere hovering in the sky, seemingly poised to collapse at any moment. Taking a deep breath, she murmured two words softly. Suddenly, her form wavered, and her body dissolved like mist, vanishing completely into the air. Linglong was startled, but immediately her eyes flashed with intensity, and her head of silver hair surged upward without a breeze, countless strands shooting out to envelop a specific area of empty space near the wind sphere. Yet before the silver filaments had settled, a surge of black energy erupted from below, instantly coalescing and reshaping into a massive dual-headed black wolf, standing a zhang tall. Upon seeing the cascading silver filaments, the wolf's expression changed, clearly taken aback. But then a look of disdain flashed across its eyes. It gently shook its body, and a sharp, resonant sound—like a strong bowstring or rigid bow releasing—emitted from its back. Immediately, a broad array of bright, sharp black streaks shot forth, directly confronting the dense network of silver filaments. The two collided and intertwined in the void, emitting a sharp, cutting sound akin to the clash of weapons. At that moment, the black wolf leaped forward, plunging headlong into the wind sphere. The wind sphere trembled violently, and the roaring sound vanished instantly—both inside and outside fell into sudden stillness. Almost simultaneously, Han Li, through the humanoid puppet, sensed that the once agile black short blade had suddenly become sluggish and stagnant, as though trapped in an immovable swamp. Han Li was startled. With a swift surge of his spirit awareness, he activated the full spiritual power of the humanoid puppet, intending to forcibly retrieve the black marrow dagger. Yet, a cold, sharp exhalation came from within the wind sphere, and as the dagger trembled, the connection between it and the puppet was severed. This was no ordinary surprise! He didn't pause, merely rubbed his hands together and then threw them out with force, sending two massive golden arcs—each as thick as a serving bowl—spewing forth. At the same time, the swords spiraling before him trembled, followed by a series of thunderclaps, and instantly countless golden arcs leapt from each of them. The arcs swiftly coalesced into a form, taking shape as a golden electric serpent stretching over twenty zhang in length. This serpent shimmered with shifting light and electricity, its jaws agape and limbs outstretched, emitting a deep, resonant thunder from within. Aside from the final surge of lightning powering his Wind and Thunder Wings, Han Li had fully unleashed all the Divine-Defiling Thunder Bolts stored within the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword. The sheer magnitude of this display left everyone in awe. Without any delay, as soon as the electric serpent took shape, it surged forward with great momentum, charging straight toward the smaller black orb below—distinct from the vast wind sphere above, which was entirely formed of pure magical energy. Subjected to so many Divine-Defiling Thunder Bolts, even if it possessed any special qualities, it instantly dissolved into mist. The silver-haired woman was evenly matched with her own silver threads and those black, fine streaks, hesitating at first upon seeing the electric dragon. Though she had merged the spirit of the Silver Moon, she had never before witnessed such a full-out display of protective divine lightning. The electric dragon's presence left her somewhat astonished. Within the wind sphere, the two-headed black wolves, who had used a semi-transparent gel-like substance to trap the black marrow dagger, were also startled. Without hesitation, their eyes turned crimson, and both wolf heads simultaneously expelled twin beams of blood-red light. The blood beams collided instantly, sending out bursts of electric arcs and scattering a thick scent of blood, effectively blocking so many protective divine lightning strikes. "You dare to destroy my true form!" Linglong exclaimed, her elegant brows furrowed in outrage upon seeing the blood beams. These beams had been directly emitted from the refined blood of the silver wolves, stirred by the Yuan Sha Saint Patriarch's divine consciousness—how could the silver-haired woman, the original owner of the body, remain unmoved in her fury? "You're about to vanish into ash and smoke, yet you still have the strength to concern yourself with this body?" the black-armored woman's scornful laugh echoed from within the wind sphere, though her voice sounded remarkably weak. Upon hearing this, the Linglong's expression of anger instantly faded, and she fell into quiet silence. "You're overestimating yourself. Your spiritual awareness is no more than the stage of Transformation. How do you truly believe the Celestial-Path Immortal Artifact can ignite the Black Wind Banner? Even if it does ignite, whether it can break through the seal remains to be seen." "Then you'll find out exactly that when you see what happens," the black-armored woman remarked, as she watched the light sphere finally expel all its magical energy into the wind sphere. With a cold, serene smile, she immediately activated her own powers. The entire wind sphere radiated a piercing black glow, its sharp cries intensifying. Within, all the swirling vortexes mysteriously merged into one, forming a colossal vortex several dozen zhang in diameter. Inside, the black light flickered, and the figures of the two-headed giant wolves appeared at the very center, both heads simultaneously exhaling black, luminous streams that enveloped a number of dark, small flags—exactly the spiritual artifact, the "Black Wind Flags." At once, Linglong's expression turned grave, and without pausing to think, she pressed her palms together in a series of gestures, then exhaled, releasing a circular disc—precisely the "Reverse Star Disc." With a simple finger point, the disc spun swiftly, expanding to several feet in diameter. The silver-haired woman raised her jade hand, gently spreading her fingers to press lightly on the back of the disc. Instantly, a radiant, crystalline glow emanated from her body, while golden starlight surged across the disc, as though countless stars were rapidly bursting forth from its center. The black wolves, whose hands were still immersed in the vortex, regarded the woman with utter disdain, as though her actions had not even registered. Meanwhile, as vast swaths of white light poured into the vortex, the space around it began to hum and resonate, some areas even distorting and warping—like a smooth sheet of paper suddenly creasing. The closer one got to the vortex, the more pronounced the distortion became. Han Li, witnessing this scene, drew in a sharp breath. Having experienced the severity of spatial rifts firsthand, he instantly shifted his stance and, without hesitation, shot straight toward the edge of the space, his humanoid automaton following closely behind. At the same time, he murmured a few words through slightly opened lips. Suddenly, there was not a trace of the enemy in sight, which startled the three-headed monster momentarily. But immediately, as his figure surged with fury, he flickered and appeared right before the retreat glow of the Qi-True Master Seven-Meets, wielding his six weapons with a sweeping motion. Black waves of light burst forth, exploding in succession, and he managed to block the Qi-True Master Seven-Meets firmly.