Suddenly, a brilliant blue flame surged from the dark octagonal hammer. Though the exact power of this flame remained unknown, it was clearly no ordinary magical fire. However, once the hammer was wrapped by a strand of silvery mist spewed from the Xutian Ding, the flame's power vanished entirely, and the hammer was firmly held in midair. No matter how fiercely the blue flame scorched, the silvery strand remained unharmed, showing no fear at all. These spectral forms of the beasts seemed to encounter their match, melting like spring snow into the golden light, dissolving swiftly—without any effort from Han Li at all! At the very same moment, the green-hued figure behind Han Li raised a hand, summoning a small crimson bow into her grasp, then gently drew it with the other. Immediately, a thunderous roar erupted, and countless flaming arrows shot forth, blazing across the sky and rushing toward the opposing beasts. At this point, the beast covered in sharp spines had only just stabilized its stance. Upon seeing the barrage of flaming arrows approaching, it showed no fear at all. Instead, it roared loudly, and the spines on its body simultaneously glowed with a faint blood hue, then burst into a radiant stream of blood light, instantly forming a crimson luminous shield that enveloped its entire form. As soon as this protective measure was completed, the dense stream of flaming arrows struck the blood-red shield in an instant. Countless arrows exploded upon the blood shield, engulfing the monster in blazing crimson flames, their detonations resonating into a thunderous roar of astonishing power. Yet within the flames, the creature remained undisturbed, breathing deeply and extending one silver arm to forcibly push aside the blazing flames encircling the shield. As a result, the figure of jade color paused momentarily in mid-air, holding his flaming bow, and the countless arrows of fire suddenly dispersed, vanishing altogether—thus halting the unbroken barrage. Just as the hedgehog-like monster, having narrowly dodged a slender, emerald-green arrow on its side, grew puzzled, a streak of dark light swiftly spiraled around its neck, and its triangular head rolled off with a series of creaks. The crimson protective shield offered no resistance at all! It was no surprise—this magic-blade dagger had been forged from pure magic-essence drills, which themselves were condensed and refined from countless thousands of years of concentrated magical energy. How could the shield, composed of the same magical essence, possibly withstand such a blade? To the dagger, the crimson shield seemed entirely absent. The humanoid automaton, guided by its second spiritual embryo without any instruction from Han Li, instantly shifted its form and arrived at the fallen body's side the very moment the dagger struck. As it opened its mouth, a surge of black radiance erupted and swiftly spiraled over the corpse. As a result, a spectral form was forcibly drawn out from within—precisely the magical shadow that had been previously infused there. Yet now, this shadow was exceedingly dim, as if about to dissipate at any moment. When a beam of ethereal light composed of extreme yin magical energy enveloped it, the spectral form was directly drawn into the mouth of the humanoid automaton and absorbed by the second immortal embryo concealed within the automaton. This pure stream of yin magical energy proved to be a most beneficial addition to the second embryo, which specialized in cultivating extreme yin. After the magical shadow was thus drawn away, the headless magical corpse on the ground, upon being gently blown by a soft breeze, turned to ash and vanished completely. Then, the humanoid automaton merely shifted slightly and returned to stand beside Han Li, arms folded behind his back. From a distance, aside from the difference in attire, it appeared as though two Han LIs stood side by side. At this moment, Han Li held his three-flame treasure fan in his hand, gazing calmly at his counterpart across the way. "I have already witnessed your Six-Extremity True Magic Technique, Brother Liu Liu." I wonder if there's any further secret technique or method that might open yet another vista for me. If not, then I shall escort you on your way." Han Li spoke with an unusually composed demeanor. The six Supreme Saints from afar grew pale, their eyes filled with disbelief. Two creatures he had regarded as his ultimate weapons—metamorphic beings at the late Yuan婴 stage—had been effortlessly eliminated with mere hand gestures. This was truly beyond belief. Moreover, the several treasures he had used—three-colored fans, a small blue cauldron, a green wooden ruler—each displayed extraordinary power. While the cauldron might have been the famed Xitian Cauldron as rumored, the other two he had no prior knowledge of whatsoever. The transformation technique employed by the opponent was even more enigmatic; with only his own power, he could single-handedly dispatch a creature, yet he remained utterly unable to discern the precise secret behind the transformation. His heart sank even further. How could this be? The other party had only reached the late stage of advancement over the past century—how could they possess such astonishing secret techniques and so many precious treasures? Though he had never personally seen a Fuzheng cultivator, given the feats displayed, he surely wouldn't fall far short. As he listened to Han Li's words, a cold shiver ran down his spine, his pupils constricting suddenly. Then, without warning, he opened his mouth and expelled a dark, misty cloud cloth. This cloth swiftly fluttered and instantly transformed into a swirling mass of black wind, enveloping him completely. Immediately, a sharp, piercing howl echoed through the wind, and as the wind trembled, it carried the old demon backward in a powerful surge. The black wind appeared remarkably blurred, moving so swiftly that after a few flickers, it left behind a series of ghostly afterimages. Just as he had observed it reaching a certain point, it suddenly appeared at an even greater distance—while the original spot still retained another swirling mass of black wind. Thus, it seemed as though multiple swirling black winds at a distance suddenly teleported simultaneously, vanishing beyond a hundred paces in the span of a single blink. An ordinary Yuan-Enlightened late-stage cultivator would now only be left marveling at this astonishing speed. Naturally, Han Li was no ordinary late-stage cultivator. Upon witnessing this, his face took on a peculiar expression. "They've escaped! This essence artifact truly proves to be a fine escape companion. Back in the past, I might have genuinely found it difficult. But now, hmm..." Han Li took a deep breath. As his back wind-and-thunder wings trembled, a thunderous roar erupted, and streaks of electric arcs in shades of green and white appeared on the wings, soon coalescing into clusters of thunder balls that rolled down and hovered in the surrounding space, rotating and shifting erratically. Then, with only a slight spread of his wings, Han Li's body rose into the air and tilted slightly. At that moment, Han Li gazed afar at the ancient demon, now blurred into a shadowy form, and emitted a cold exhalation. As he powerfully flapped his back feathers, a fierce gust of wind surged forth, agitating the suspended pale-blue lightning spheres nearby and immediately causing them to collide. A thunderous roar erupted as the pale and white electric arcs burst simultaneously, then were swiftly swept up by the wind and entirely absorbed into the wings. Instantly, the surface of the Wind-Thunder Feathers was enveloped in a layer of electric shimmer. After several more flaps, Han Li leapt suddenly from his spot, vanishing in a flash as a streak of pale-blue electric arc. Upon a single breath, this arc mysteriously appeared tens of zhang away, paused briefly, and then launched itself again, reaching another tens of zhang in an instant—so swift that even the black wind controlled by the ancient demon fell slightly behind. Within just a few flashes, the electric arc had caught up and surpassed the black wind by over a dozen zhang. Even beneath the swirling electric arcs, Han Li clearly saw the old demon's startled face turning back in the black wind. With a further flap of his wings, a thunderclap followed, and a flash of pale-blue-white arcs appeared before the black wind. Then, as the light faded, Han Li stepped into view, firmly blocking the old demon's path. The black wind paused slightly before shifting direction, aiming to slip past to another side. Yet at this moment, Han Li sneered, raised both hands, and with a series of crisp internal "crackling" sounds, his frame suddenly grew several inches taller. His limbs surged with powerful muscle, thickening noticeably, and a faint golden sheen shimmered across his skin before vanishing instantly. He had instantly transformed into a towering, powerful man—exactly the form achieved when the Ming Wang Technique reached its third level. Han Li's transformation took only an instant. With a simple lift of both hands, a layer of purple flame emerged, and with a gentle twist, a blade of purple, misty fire took shape. Then, unexpectedly, the pair of wings behind him trembled, propelling Han Li suddenly forward. Yet as he shot forth, his body twisted strangely, and the wings behind him vibrated at an astonishing frequency, causing ripples in the surrounding space. Instantly, he transformed into a shimmering thread of white light, vanishing mid-flight.