Although the black mist was unusually dense, under the flashing blue glow of Han Li's eyes, three towering, fully armored corpses emerged—each clad in dark armor, one holding a pair of short spears glowing with yellow light, another wielding a long spear of emerald green, and the last bearing a magnificent, silver-hued great war club. Each of these three corpses had their fang tips exposed and their eyes glowing with lively green light, resembling the royal among the armored corpses, likely all possessing Yuan婴-level cultivation. Especially the one bearing the great war club, whose body radiated an exceptionally dense aura of corpse energy, hinting at mid-level cultivation. Han Li was somewhat surprised, yet remained undaunted. He raised his sleeve and summoned a small, dark bottle into the air, then pressed his palms together and chanted a series of incantations. Five streams of gray-white energy burst forth from the bottle, coiled once, and then several humanoid skeletons emerged, trembling as they stabilized. As soon as they stood firm, they began to gnash their teeth and emit strange, laughter-like sounds, simultaneously radiating a powerful gray-white magical aura, appearing remarkably fierce. "Five Magi of Harmonized Hearts?" The master of Yin Luo Sect was immediately struck by the five magi, his heart sinking. Having been close companions and fellow disciples with Qian the Elder Magi for so many years, he could not fail to recognize the magi carefully cultivated and refined by Qian. Yet, as he was still pondering, under the decisive impetus of Han Li Fa, the five magi simultaneously raised two bone blades in their hands and charged straight forward without hesitation. "Go!" By now, the master of Yin Luo Sect could no longer delay—he gritted his teeth and, in the dark mist, sent forth three black-armored corpse-spirits, which also charged with equal determination toward the five magi. Meanwhile, the master of Yin Luo Sect merely shook his sleeve, a dark, round orb rolling into one of his hands, while with the other he flipped it over, revealing a stack of delicate, yellowish-golden fabrics. But even before the master of Yin Luo Sect had had time to summon these two items, the three corpse-spirits and the five magi had already engaged in fierce combat. At the very instant when the three Black-Jacketed Corpses were about to make contact, they suddenly opened their mouths and expelled three streams of green vapor. Before reaching the five demons, a pungent, nauseating odor of putridness arose—revealing that the corpses had long since accumulated a potent, decades-old尸toxin within their bodies. Should an ordinary cultivator be struck by this toxin, the poison would immediately seep into their very being, eroding much of their cultivation and vitality. Yet the five demons, not being human in form, neither flinched nor recoiled. Instead, with a single breath, they emitted five streams of cold flames, each of a different hue. Now, this was no mere sparring session—Han Li had resolved to eliminate the Yin Luo Sect's master outright. Thus, as soon as the five demons engaged, they unleashed their fully refined Five Peaks of Cold Flame. Where the five streams of cold flame converged, they surged into a vast, swirling sea of five-colored fire, which not only dispersed the toxic vapor but also generated a massive wave of flame that swept the three corpses into its embrace. The once fearsome and imposing three Black-Jacketed Corpses suddenly mirrored the very scene The three Shī bodies suddenly moved with incredible slowness within the five-colored flames. Yet the Shī also possessed considerable prowess—though each movement seemed slowed by more than tenfold, a dark, ink-black shī qi radiated from their bodies, fiercely resisting the cold flames and preventing them from being immediately engulfed by the five-colored cold fire. Seeing this, the five magicians did not advance but instead stepped back several paces, opening their mouths to continuously exhale streams of intensely cold flames, ensuring the three Shī remained enveloped in the five-colored cold fire. The Master of Yin Luo Sect grew visibly displeased. He had never imagined that, after decades of painstaking cultivation from among tens of thousands of bronze-armored shī, the three powerful black-armored Shī Kings—endowed with astonishing strength and bodies as resilient as steel—would be so easily subdued by the coordinated assault of the five magicians. Their full array of abilities had barely had time to unfold. Yet, what exactly was the nature of the flames the five magicians were expelling? These five demonic beings clearly were the five of Qian Lao Mo from back then. How could they have developed such strange powers after being seized by the other party? The abbot of Yin Luo Sect rapidly spun his thoughts, sensing a growing unease, yet without hesitation, he launched his two treasures skyward. The yellow, gauze-like artifact spun once in the air before suddenly expanding into a vast silk net, spanning dozens of zhang, resembling a celestial canopy that instantly enveloped Han Li and the five demons beneath it. The black orb, meanwhile, drifted steadily forward, following closely behind the net. Han Li slightly furrowed his brow but, without further thought, opened his mouth and expelled a small, jade-green cauldron. With a single palm strike on the cauldron, shimmering light burst forth, sending a cascade of green silk spiraling upward to form a broad expanse of green mist that halted the descent of the giant net, preventing it from settling at all. At the same time, he waved his hands, and the Three-Flame Fan and the Eight-Spirit Ruler instantly appeared in his palms. He then waved the Eight-Spirit Ruler toward the opposite side. A cluster of silver lotus blossoms materialized beneath the black spherical object, which, though exerting no apparent power, was suddenly pinned in place at a distance, unable to advance an inch. Although Han Li did not know precisely what kind of treasure the sphere was, he felt a distinct sense of alarm and unease the moment it began to approach. Without pausing to think, he immediately used his Eight-Spirit Ruler to seal the sphere, only then feeling a sense of relief. Upon seeing this scene, the abbot of Yin Luo Sect quickly activated his spiritual awareness, attempting to draw back the black sphere, but the treasure seemed firmly anchored in the void, showing no response at all. This deeply frustrated the old demon. After all, this sphere was no ordinary item—it had been specially summoned and was intended to strike Han Li unexpectedly, delivering a decisive blow when he was still recovering from the initial impact. Yet, to his surprise, Han Li's sensitivity had allowed him to detect the sphere's approach from afar, preventing it from reaching him at all, and thus sealing it in place before it even made contact. As a result, the old demon's carefully laid plans were completely thwarted. At that very moment, Han Li on the opposite side also launched his attack. A thunderclap rang out, and a pair of silvery-white feather wings emerged behind the creature. With a mere gentle motion, he grasped the Three-Flame Fan in one hand and vanished silently, leaving no trace. A soft clink, and the figure raised a hand, simultaneously summoning two silver-long swords that crossed and firmly absorbed the incoming slash. At this moment, the Master of Yin Luo Sect calmly turned around, a cold smile playing on his lips as he gazed back. Yet, upon closely examining the figure behind him, he emitted a soft "Ah!" of surprise. Though the person's face was identical to Han Li's, there was absolutely no vital energy within—like a lifeless object. As he paused, attempting to scan the figure with his divine awareness, a flash of emerald-blue electric arcs appeared above his head, and another "Han Li" materialized. With no hesitation, the figure waved his three-colored fan downward, unleashing a powerful surge of three-colored flame. Although the Master of Yin Luo Sect had never seen this fan before, the terrifying fire spirit power radiating from the flames compelled him to act with utmost diligence. With a single movement of his body, his lower half seemed equipped with springs, his knees slightly bending as his entire figure shot backward with astonishing speed. Moreover, while dodging, he lightly tapped the air with one hand. Several blue electric serpents coiling around his body surged forth with a thunderous crack, flashing briefly and then vanishing toward the sky where Han Li stood. Immediately afterward, he opened his mouth, and a smooth, jade-like plate of a deep green hue shot out and expanded rapidly under the wind's influence. At the same time, the old demon flipped the remaining hand, causing a golden, pointed cone to gradually emerge. With a sudden, forceful toss, the cone sliced through the air with a piercing, sharp sound. Remarkably, despite flashing only twice, it reached Han Li before him, plunging straight into his body without hesitation—its speed utterly astonishing. A ordinary Yuan-Enlightened cultivator would absolutely have been unable to evade such an odd and unexpected strike. However, Han Li, who had mastered the Nine Transformations of the Wind, merely twisted his body in an unusual manner, his form seeming to dissolve into a long white thread, then flickering sideways—just barely avoiding the golden pointed cone, which shot past him several feet to one side. At the same time, the Master of Yin Luo Sect had also retreated to over twenty paces away, his face expressing astonishment as he gazed at Han Li. After regaining his normal form, Han Li coldly glanced at his opponent, then suddenly straightened his hands back, emitting a cold, ordinary huff through his nose. The Master of Yin Luo Sect had initially found Han Li's actions somewhat strange, but as soon as he heard the seemingly ordinary huff, a sharp, cone-like pain surged through his mind, striking him suddenly and unexpectedly. Without warning, he let out a cry of pain, instinctively clutched his head with both hands, bent forward, and his face twisted and deformed to an extreme degree. This was precisely the exclusive secret technique created by the Great Yansheng Sovereign—"Stunning the Divine Spirit with a Piercing Strike." Now, Han Li's Yansheng Technique had reached its final layer, and with his own cultivation already at the peak of the Yuan Ying late stage, the power of this Stunning Strike had been nearly fully unleashed. It was likely no more potent than the Great Yansheng Sovereign had wielded during his prime. However, while this technique was indeed formidable, it only proved effective when executed unexpectedly. Should a cultivator comprehend its secret, merely shielding their head with a strong spiritual awareness beforehand would render it largely ineffective. Moreover, for Yuan Ying late-stage cultivators, the effect was even more fleeting—within just two or three breaths, they could typically respond, counteract, and successfully suppress the intense spiritual pain it induced. Yet strangely, after Han Li unleashed the Stunning Strike, he remained motionless at his post, gazing at the senior cultivator of Yin Luo Sect with the expression of someone observing a corpse. The Master of Yin Luo Sect recovered from the shock-stabbing slightly faster than Han Li had anticipated, his eyes regaining a measure of clarity almost instantly, prompting him to be both astonished and furious, and immediately reaching for a sitting position. At that moment, however, he suddenly sensed something was amiss, turned his head hurriedly to check—too late! A cold sensation spread along his neck, a strange black mist swirling around it, and then his head rolled lifelessly to the side. (First chapter!) ------------ Please support the monthly subscription for the last few hours!