Han Li felt a sudden chill in his heart! The vividly red eyes were filled with an aura of ruthless intensity—far from the gentle gaze one would expect from a normal person. As Han Li rapidly pondered, still uncertain whether this figure was indeed the one he had come to seek, the black silhouette suddenly ceased its roar, shifted slightly, and then vanished without a trace into the magic aura below. Han Li's expression registered a subtle shift, yet he remained calm and composed. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a silver shield materialized and instantly transformed into a shimmering silver barrier, enveloping his form. Just as he had completed this protective measure, a surge of turbulent magic rippled from behind him. In a flash, a massive, dark-hued arm, covered in coarse black fur, shot forth and seized the barrier with surprising speed. A tremendous roar echoed—crushing force drove the magical arm nearly half a foot into the silver screen. Han Li felt the barrier tremble violently, and a powerful force surged directly against him. His face paled slightly, and he took a step forward, shifting his stance slightly, before successfully absorbing the immense impact. Yet with a single flick of his hand, a golden sword several feet long suddenly materialized, grasped firmly, and he swiftly swung it back with a sharp motion without turning around. A flash of gold—half of the furry arm was severed in one clean cut. The black figure roared loudly, staggering backward several steps before steadying himself. Yet his bloodshot eyes fixed fiercely upon Han Li, filled with fierce hostility. "Indeed, it's you. But it seems your body infusion failed—you're only half-magical, even your consciousness has faded." Han Li finally turned to face the figure, studying him carefully, then sighed softly. Now only a dozen paces away, he could see the figure clearly. Though the general appearance remained that of the Heavenly Calamity Demon Corpse, much of his black robe had worn away, revealing long strands of corpse fur. On several vital areas, large black plates—about the size of clenched fists—had grown, shimmering with a cold, eerie glow. Yet, the originally skeletal face was veiled in a faint layer of dark mist, its features distorted and grotesque. The magic corpse's arm had been severed by him, yet no drop of blood spilled—seeming as though not a single drop remained within its body. It roared lowly, but merely stared at the golden sword in Han Li's hands, refusing to advance. Clearly, Han Li's initial strike had instilled a sense of caution in it, so despite its fierce desire to tear him to pieces, it held back instinctively. Remarkably, though it had a storage sack hanging at its waist, it could not retrieve any treasure to defend itself—demonstrating no trace of intelligence. Though the magical atmosphere in this vast abyss of magic might not surpass that of Kunwu Mountain's containment, the degree of magical transformation far exceeded the second stage of the immortal's expectations. Moreover, due to concern over Han Li's potential arrival, the second immortal had, in the final stages of the magical infusion, hurried the infusion process slightly, accelerating the flow of magical energy. Although the second prenatal spirit had the Daxian Sect's technique, it had only reached the second level due to being occupied with refining the Yin energy. While its spiritual awareness was slightly stronger than that of peers, it struggled when required to withstand the magical aura for extended periods. As a result, despite successfully enduring the process of magical transformation, the prenatal spirit failed to resist the incursion of the magical energy just as it was about to complete the infusion—its mind was ultimately lost. Now, the corpse-magical form had become a half-magical being that knew only to kill and act on instinct, no better than unwise beast-like creatures. After carefully observing the situation, Han Li felt confident that the other's consciousness had truly been lost, and thus relaxed deeply. Yet, he could not help but find the entire matter rather amusing. He had treated the other as a major threat, bringing him here with great ceremony under a starlit night—only to find such an unexpected outcome. It truly left him speechless. Yet facing such an opponent, he felt much more at ease, believing he could easily secure a capture. With this thought in mind, Han Li raised his hand without hesitation, and the tri-colored fan materialized in his palm. Since the opponent had lost consciousness, he need not hesitate—directly using the Three-Flame Fan to forcibly dissolve the enemy’s magical body would suffice. The second immortal spirit, now deprived of a physical form, would naturally be helpless. Though the divine capabilities of the indestructible body are rare, the host has already vanquished several such gifted beast creatures. As long as he completely destroys them with stronger force, they will inevitably be unable to recover. Immediately after a resonant phoenix call, a fiery bird several feet long bursts forth from the fan, its body encircled by three-colored runes, charging straight toward the opposing side. Upon contact with the surrounding magical qi, the three-colored flames instantly consume it, creating an astonishing display of power. The opposing magical corpse seems to sense the impending danger; had its second prenatal consciousness still intact, it would certainly have retreated long before, rather than endure this overwhelming spectacle. However, the currently spiritually disoriented corpse is now stirred into a fierce rage, roaring loudly, and the surrounding magical qi begins to surge violently toward its body. Its form then swells by a foot, and upon opening its mouth, a dark, ink-black column of light erupts, precisely meeting the three-colored flaming bird. A thunderous roar echoed through the depths of the magical abyss, as a trio of colored light halos and a cluster of dark luminous orbs simultaneously erupted, intertwining and then momentarily locking in a stalemate. "Hm," Han Li exclaimed, his expression revealing surprise. The power of the Three-Flame Fan was such that even a late-stage Yuan Ying cultivator would hesitate to meet it head-on. Yet, this single fan movement, drawing only a modest portion of his spiritual energy, had been successfully blocked by the opponent, who possessed only mid-Yuan Ying stage cultivation. This truly surpassed Han Li's expectations. He narrowed his eyes, intently observing the scene at a distance. The surface runes of the trio-colored halo flashed rapidly before ultimately prevailing, gradually engulfing the dark orb and rolling steadily toward the magical corpse. Upon witnessing this, the magical corpse flashed with renewed ferocity, drew in a fresh surge of surrounding magical aura, and opened its mouth to prepare another jet of dark light. Han Li saw this scene and his face darkened. A thunderclap roared, and suddenly, a pair of silvery-white feathered wings rose behind him—his second-refined Wind-Thunder Wings. With no movement of his hands or feet, he merely扇动 the wings behind him, and in the gentle flow of wind, he vanished. At the next instant, a flash of green electric arcs surged behind the demonic corpse, and Han Li appeared silently, raising his fist and delivering a hollow strike directly at the back of the corpse. A massive, brilliantly green fist materialized behind the demonic form and struck with force. "Crack!" The demonic corpse was unprepared and was hurled backward, crashing headlong into the preceding tricolor glow. Immediately, a piercing roar of panic erupted from within the corpse, and dark magical energies surged from its surface, attempting to resist the intense heat and flames. Yet under Han Li's impassive gaze, the spectral corpse enveloped in the tri-color flame first saw its black mist swiftly dissipate. Then, with each breath, its body began to gradually dissolve and crumble, unable to endure for even a moment. The tri-color runes flashed once, and the corpse was completely submerged. Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light, and as his three-flame fan spun smoothly in his hand, he prepared to scatter the tri-color flames and seize the second immortal embryo within. The first Yuan婴 coldly glanced at Han Li, his eyes now unusually clear, as if his consciousness had fully returned. Han Li didn't hesitate, merely hummed and flicked his wings behind him—then vanished mysteriously. The second Yuan婴 saw this and his face instantly paled. He suddenly threw his black small banner down before him, then pressed two palms together, forming a seal, and pointed sharply at the banner. The Yin Luo Banner, which Han Li had personally repaired years ago, spun rapidly, its black glow flashing wildly, and then burst open with a "popping" sound. A tremendous roar followed, and countless black filaments erupted in dense streams, forming a vast celestial net beneath the second Yuan婴, instantly enclosing an area several miles in radius. The second Yuan婴 roared loudly, then turned and soared upward without looking back. Below the black net, a streak of green light shot forth from the void, and Han Li's figure emerged mysteriously. He glanced up at the vast black net overhead, then at the second Yuan-Infant that had nearly vanished, a cold glint passing through his eyes. Suddenly, his sleeve trembled, and a brilliant golden light slashed across the black silk—yet the net only slightly trembled, remaining intact. Han Li furrowed his brows, pointing at the golden light. Instantly, the light flickered, revealing a layer of golden arcs that spiraled before the light surged once more and struck again. "Boom!" This time, the black net was torn open, creating a large rupture. Without a word, Han Li leapt forward, his figure transforming into a streak of jade-green light, shooting through the breach and swiftly pursuing the second Yuan-Infant. At the same moment, at the sea surface exit of the ten-thousand-zhang magical abyss, several dozen cultivators gathered near the seal, standing in several formations with array flags and array discs held high. Their faces were serious, and the flags and discs radiated vibrant, differently colored spiritual glimmers, clearly indicating that the seal had been fully activated. A tremendous roar suddenly erupted within the white seal, followed by a powerful tremor. A massive black sword, several dozen feet long, pierced through the seal mysteriously, slicing open a gap over ten dozen feet wide. A sphere of deep black light shot out from the breach.