Han Li turned his gaze, landing on the tall, corpse-like figure, then glanced back at the man dressed in Wan Tianming's attire. Aside from their slight differences in stature, the two appeared remarkably similar in face. "Should I call you Master of the Wan Sect, or Six Paths Supreme Saint?" Han Li's eyes flickered, his expression growing serious. "Have you guessed who I am?" "Wan Tianming" snorted, his body shifting slightly, causing the six spectral demons behind him to tremble. "As far as I know, only the legendary Six Paths Companion is said to have mastered the Six Extremes True Demon Technique—the premier magic of the Chaotic Star Sea—and reached such a level. It seems you managed to survive. Yet I still find it puzzling: Did you take over Wan Tianming's physical form, or have you simply transformed yourself into his likeness? This corpse so similar to you—what is his identity? Could it be that you have cultivated a duplicate of yourself? It's surprising that you managed to directly transmute your physical form into a magical corpse. Han Li asked gently, his expression returning to its usual composure. "Heh, do you really think it necessary for a dying man like you to know such details?" Six Paths Supreme smiled faintly, then suddenly shook his shoulders. Two of the six ethereal figures behind him shot forward and plunged into the two corpses before him. The male and female corpses instantly trembled, their eyes opening in a lifeless yet vivid emerald hue. Yet this was not the end. From the mouth of the Six Paths Supreme, a profound and obscure incantation emerged, causing a gray-white magical aura to surge outward from the bodies of the two somewhat shriveled magical corpses, engulfing the two figures. The two corpses emitted piercing cries, their forms rapidly swelling in size... Within moments, they transformed into two towering magical beings, each reaching five or six zhang in height, writhing in agony. One of them shimmered with large, copper-coin-sized scales, dark and lustrous, crowned with a pair of ant-like horns, and a long, jade-green tail gently swayed behind it. The other was covered in strange, blood-red spines, yet its hands and feet gleamed with a silvery radiance, as if forged from pure silver; on its triangular, fierce head, four delicate emerald eyes sprouted, causing one to feel a shiver of awe. These two forms, after the corpses transformed, were precisely identical to the two spectral shadows that had pierced their bodies—yet the originally intangible shadows had now solidified into tangible, true demons, leaving one utterly astonished. Han Li, after being struck by this sight, felt a deep sense of reverence as well. "Ha ha," he murmured, "when the Six-Extremity True Demon Technique is perfected, one can summon genuine saint-mage consciousnesses to inhabit the body. In terms of cultivation and power, such a practitioner can stand equal to a Huashen cultivator. Yet, throughout history, no human has ever truly attained this supreme level of mastery." Yet even so, the two demons now possessing me possess the techniques of cultivators at the late Yuan婴 stage. With us now in a three-to-one situation, does Han friend still believe his life is safe?" Six Dao Saints burst into laughter. With a mere flick of his divine awareness, the two demons previously hovering straight before him suddenly flickered and vanished from their spots. Instantly, space ripples appeared about one zhang from either side of Han. The two demons emerged mysteriously from the void. As the horned demon shifted its serpentine tail, a streak of jade-green light shot straight toward Han's chest, swift as lightning. The other demon, covered in sharp thorns, crouched down and trembled; immediately, a series of sharp crackling sounds erupted around it. Dense, spear-like bone thorns, each a few cun long and blood-red, transformed into arrows and shot forth in a dense barrage, completely enveloping Han. At such close range and with such powerful force, there was simply no way to evade them. It seemed that the Sixth Path Supreme Saint had similar intentions toward Han Li, aiming to eliminate his opponent outright from the start. A hint of confidence now gleamed on his face—he was certain that even if Han Li managed to survive the flawless joint assault from the two demons, he would certainly not emerge unscathed. Yet, in the very next moment, the elder demon's expression froze. As the azure light was about to pierce through Han Li's chest and the blood spines were poised to tear through his body, Han Li subtly flicked his pale-blue, feathered wings behind him, and a strong gust of wind surged forth! Han Li's form vanished instantly with the wind. The azure light and blood spines, now lacking a target, scattered into empty space. The Sixth Path Supreme Saint was deeply startled, his eyes flashing with keen focus as he hurried to search around. But even before he could fully extend his awareness to cover the surrounding area, a flash of azure arcs appeared above the horned monster's head, and suddenly, a figure materialized there—none other than Han Li, who had arrived via teleportation. He didn't say a word, simply raised his hand, and a jade wooden ruler materialized, then gently swayed it downward. Instantly, a silver lotus the size of a foot bloomed beneath the monster's feet! The lotus spun once, and from its heart, seven-colored Buddhist light surged forth violently. The two-horned monster felt his body tighten, unable to move an inch, and his inner magical energy instantly froze. Han Li showed no sign of panic, merely casting a casual glance at the blood thorns. Where there had once been nothing but empty space, a flash of silver suddenly appeared, and an odd silver shield floated into place. With a gentle sway, the shield transformed into a thick, solid layer of silver, enclosing him within. Instantly, the blood thorns drove hard into the silver layer. Bursts of blood light, each the size of a clenched fist, exploded across the surface, and the sharp, rhythmic crackling sound of rain on banana leaves erupted. The light curtain first rippled, then trembled violently, and soon began to show signs of strain. The power of these blood-colored bone thorns far exceeded expectations—each one seemed as potent as a top-tier magical artifact. Even the Yuan Gang Shield could not deflect them. Han Li's expression changed, and it seemed as though he silently chanted a spell. A golden orb, the size of a thumbnail, spontaneously emerged between his eyebrows, then shimmered and transformed into a golden, hazy protective aura. It was precisely the Golden Shell that Han Li had been cultivating within him for years. After such prolonged companionship and refinement, the power of this shell had vastly surpassed its former strength. In terms of defensive resilience, it even surpassed the Yuan Gang Shield. Thus, the silver light curtain finally gave way and collapsed, dissolving into fragments. When the remaining blood spikes struck the golden light shield, they produced a sound akin to metal clashing. The surface of the shield flashed with golden light continuously, successfully deflecting all the blood spikes. At the same time, a sound resembling a phoenix's cry emanated from the cluster of tricolor light flames in Han Li's hands, and then a fire phoenix, shimmering with tricolor glyphs, surged forth and dove downward. Its wings spread, aiming directly at the two-horned demon below, who was unable to move. Though the demon could not shift, a fierce expression flashed across its face, and then it opened its mouth, expelling a wave of pale, misty energy upward—precisely meeting the fire phoenix head-on. A tremendous roar echoed as the white wave and the tricolor flame collided and intertwined. Yet though this sonic power was a strange and innate ability of the demon, its strength naturally diminished when the demon's body was trapped and unable to mobilize its magical energy—how could it possibly match the single strike of the Three-Flame Fan? The two forces held for only a brief moment before the fire bird burst into fragments! A circular tri-color glow emerged, gently rolling and then immediately engulfing the white wave below, consuming it completely. Then the glow rapidly expanded, swiftly submerging an area of over ten zhang beneath it. In an instant, the demon-matter that had taken form was entirely dissolved. Though it appeared slow, the entire process actually took only a few breaths. Upon witnessing this, the Sixth Path Supreme Saint, who had been chanting incantations at a distance, was visibly stunned. He could not have imagined that, with both of his demons deployed, not only had he failed to eliminate the opponent, but had instead been effortlessly defeated by a mere gesture or movement from the adversary. Nevertheless, by now, the elder demon finally realized that the figure across from him was no ordinary great cultivator. Startled and furious, he dared not spare even the slightest moment of negligence. With a swift surge of his divine awareness and a sudden exhalation from his mouth, a jet of dark light shot forth, then shimmered and dissolved into a stream of black mist, vanishing into the void. At the same time, the hedgehog-like monster on the other side roared low, its four eyes flashing in unison, and then its form briefly blurred before it simply disappeared mid-air. Thus, the old demon still pressed on. With a shake of his shoulders, the four true demon phantom figures floating above his back simultaneously opened their eyes, and as they flickered, transformed into four streaks of black light rushing straight toward Han Li. For a moment, Han Li, who had just slain a monster, found himself once again caught in the combined assault of the old demon and another beast demon. Han Li sighed lightly. He made no visible gestures of spellcasting, yet as his body glowed with a faint green light, a silver glow flashed on his back, and suddenly a faint human figure appeared there. With both silver fists striking out, two thunderous crashes echoed through the air. Amidst the shimmering silver light, the green figure remained motionless, while the entire body that had just emerged from the void—shaken and staggered—fell backward. At the same time, a flash of light appeared above Han Li's head. A small green cauldron, strangely, spun around his forehead, then opened its lid as soon as it appeared. A蓬 of misty, silvery threads shot out, precisely deflecting the black octagonal hammer heading straight for it, preventing it from descending a single moment.