The silver-winged foal born from the sun's essence had already reached this spot and would certainly not easily yield. At once, it spread its wings, and since both beings were of fire spirit constitution, they naturally penetrated the thick layer of earth without obstruction. A moment later, with two sharp bursts, the two fire spirits surged forward, one after the other, breaking through the ground and entering precisely within the vast luminous enclosure. As soon as the sun-born fire emerged, it sensed something was amiss. Yet at that instant, the humanoid automaton suddenly pointed its single foot downward to the deep azure cauldron, and a surge of blue flame erupted from the cauldron, roaring forth like a gust of wind, swiftly transforming into a blue, cold dragon that lunged straight down. Meanwhile, the originally fleeing moon-born fire bird executed a graceful spiral, now facing the silver-winged foal beneath, and with a single breath, expelled its snowy, translucent crystal orb, which then crashed down with force. At the same time, the entire magical array began to activate under the automaton's gesture. The Sun Spirit Fire, seeing the scene, immediately turned and shot downward, aiming to re-enter the molten rock. The spot where it and the Moon Spirit Phoenix had emerged was the only area within the volcano's mouth deliberately left uncovered by blue ice. Yet now, as the spell began to hum, that very spot shimmered with blue light and started to freeze. Nevertheless, even with the spell's swift activation, it could not match the speed of the Sun Spirit Fire's small steed. As the silver glow flashed, the silver-winged steed seemed about to vanish into the ground, its eyes suddenly widening with fear. With a sudden spread of wings and a brief pause in its form, it vanished from its original spot and reappeared in the sky twenty or more zhang away. Almost at the same time, five beams of light of different colors erupted from the ground, striking the void. Then, five streams of gray-white magical energy surged forth, swirling and coalescing into five ghost-headed figures, each about a zhang tall—exactly the Five Harmonious Spirits of Magic. Han Li rose slowly from the ground. At that moment, under the influence of the magical array, the ground itself was engulfed by blue light and transformed into a thick layer of ice. Han Li stood on the blue ice, raised his head toward the sky, and his face showed a serious expression. He could see the cold dragon formed from the Jian-blue flame ice, the Taiyin fire phoenix, and five ghost-headed beings all converging to attack the silver-winged young horse. Indeed, the fire spirit formed from the sun's refined fire proved as agile as remembered by the cold Li's recollections, manifesting as a shimmering silver sphere that drifted through the air, never lingering at any single point. Aside from the Taiyin fire phoenix, this fire spirit clearly outpaced both the five demons and the cold dragon in speed. Moreover, thanks to Han Li's snow-crystal pearl and the current environment—being trapped within the cold atmosphere generated by the Jian-blue flame ice—the fire phoenix actually surpassed the sun's refined fire in speed, contrary to its performance on the molten terrain. Had the silver-winged young horse not been exceptionally agile and cunning, its evasive path would have been easily intercepted, and it would have likely been blocked by the fire phoenix long ago. Yet, within a short span, the silver-winged pony was struck repeatedly by the crimson beams from the phoenix's mouth, sustaining minor injuries. Nevertheless, the pony chose to endure the blows without retaliating, hoping to avoid being pursued by the Five Evils and the Cold Dragon. Han Li stood motionless below, arms folded, remaining completely still. High above, the humanoid automaton maintained a composed expression, simultaneously activating the magical array and guiding the Cold Dragon with unwavering calm. Suddenly, seizing a fleeting opportunity after enduring an attack from the Taiyi Phoenix, the silver-winged pony swiftly retracted its wings, vanishing without a trace into a streak of silver light, plummeting downward and landing with a brilliant shimmer, intent on employing a fleeing technique. However, as soon as it made contact with the ground's blue ice, the interplay of silver and blue light caused its form to momentarily hesitate. This brief pause was enough for a crimson beam and a surge of blue mist to erupt from behind, reaching it instantly, accompanied by a continuous series of mournful cries. Fear flashed in the young pegasus's eyes; though it seemed too late to dodge, its response was far from sluggish. With a sudden shift in stance, it halted its downward drift, and its wings flashed rapidly, causing blossoms of silver to materialize around its body, instantly enveloping it. It clearly intended to absorb the impact. A flash of pale and clear light revealed a pair of feathered wings, which then gently扇ed out, sending a fresh breeze swirling—Han Li vanished from his spot in the midst of the wind. At this moment, the Taiyin Fire Bird and others realized that the Sun Spirit Fire had escaped, and without hesitation, they pursued it once more. However, due to this brief delay, the Silver-Winged Pony had already pushed its flight speed to its absolute limit, its silver glow flashing several times before reaching the edge of the enclosure. A blue light column stood in front, and the Fire Spirit immediately intended to weave around it. But the humanoid automaton in the sky, seeing this, immediately pressed both palms together, and at once, all the light columns burst into brilliant radiance. A multitude of light filaments erupted from the columns, instantly forming a vast, dense network of light that tightly sealed off the Sun Spirit Fire's path. The Pony was startled, yet without hesitation, flapped its wings, launching dozens of silver blossoms directly toward the network, while simultaneously charging forward with unbroken momentum. It had decided to charge straight through the light web. Yet the fire spirit failed to notice that two white mist orbs had floated into place above its head at an unknown time, and suddenly, as the clouds rolled over, two streams of pale, chilly breezes burst forth from within them. Simultaneously, two snow-white centipedes leaped out with lightning-like speed—exactly the two six-winged frost centipedes that Han Li had previously stationed around. As a result, the silver-winged stallion below could only shake its body and make a graceful spiral to momentarily evade the two cold winds, then dart off to the side, as the fire birds and the five demons once again closed in for pursuit. However, just as it turned around, a surge of black light appeared before it, and a black, translucent flying blade materialized out of nowhere, slicing across its body with a swift line. The stallion's eyes widened in shock, a silver line forming across its brows, and its body instantly split into two halves. "Pfft!" "Pfft!" Two bodies transformed into fiery forms, shimmering with silver light, then converged toward the center, instantly merging once again into a single small pony. However, the form remained hazy and still unable to fully solidify into a tangible shape. Clearly, the enigmatic slash from the Magic Essence Blade had severely wounded this fire spirit. At that moment, a deep rumble of thunder echoed overhead, and a streak of jade-green light flashed—Han Li materialized strangely, immediately launching a series of rapid finger snaps upon appearing. A sharp, piercing sound erupted! Ten streams of fire shot forth, swiftly piercing through the immobile silver-flame pony. As Han Li chanted softly, each fire thread spiraled and immediately wound around the pony several times, tightly binding it in a dense, intricate web. The fire spirit, unprepared, seemed utterly powerless to resist. Seeing this, Han Li naturally felt greatly pleased. With a flip of his palm, a stack of pre-prepared sealing scroll symbols rose to form, then arced upward, transforming into several beams of varying colors that shot toward the sun essence fire. As long as these sealing scrolls adhered to the opponent, even a fire spirit body would be utterly helpless, unable to take flight. Yet an unexpected development unfolded. The silver flame pony, previously tightly bound and firmly secured, suddenly opened its mouth to emit a loud嘶鸣, followed by a surge of radiant silver light. The fire filaments began to loosen and detach, flashing into ten streams of flame that surged directly toward the incoming sealing scrolls. A burst of explosive sound erupted, scattering the scrolls into ash, and the streams of flame surged straight toward Han Li. Though Han Li was usually exceptionally composed, this sudden turn of events caused his expression to subtly shift. He immediately raised one hand and made a serious gesture toward the fire filaments. Instantly, the red filaments stiffened and, reluctantly, fully settled into the palm of his hand. Seizing the moment, the silver flame pony turned and attempted to flee once again. Han Li's face darkened, and a sharp exhalation of cold disdain issued from his nostrils. At once, the small horse that had just turned his head trembled violently, unable to control himself and plummeted straight downward from the air. It had apparently activated the "Surprise the Divine and Pierce the Secret" technique. Han Li flicked his wings behind him, vanishing from sight in an instant before reappearing directly beneath the falling horse. With no magical artifact required, he simply extended his hand into the void, and a large hand of purple flame materialized, seizing the silver-flame steed firmly in his grasp. A surge of cool purple light then radiated out, instantly encasing the fire spirit within a massive block of purple ice. At that moment, the too-yin fire bird and the cold dragon-jawed serpent finally arrived, plunging directly into the ice with unwavering determination, their luminous glow merging seamlessly with the ice to form a unified entity. Meanwhile, the silver-flame steed within the ice seemed to recover from the dizziness induced by the Surprise the Divine and Pierce the Secret technique, and immediately its silver flame surged vigorously, eager to melt the ice and break free. Yet with the equally refined Yin True Fire joining the ice, how could it momentarily break free from the binding? The blue cold dragon and the crimson fire phoenix circled the young pegasus like fish in water, violently exhaling streams of cold breath, momentarily pressing the silver flame down. The Five Demons also arrived. With a single surge of their fire spirit awareness, they each unleashed five distinct cold flames, which merged into a five-colored cold flame, converging upon the young pegasus within the purple ice. As the light and flame passed over, the silver-flame pegasus moved with growing slowness, while the cold dragon and the Yin fire phoenix—also affected—seemed unaffected, their cold breaths instead growing stronger and more potent. Under the relentless assault of so many intense cold forces, the pegasus formed from the Sun's refined essence gradually slowed its movements within the purple ice, its vitality steadily weakening. Han Li, seeing this, immediately shook his sleeve and launched another dozen scrolls. These scrolls pierced straight through the purple ice and merely adhered to the young horse. At that moment, the Fire Spirit, filled with despair, ceased struggling. The silver glow on his body dimmed, and he could no longer maintain the form of the young horse, transforming into a shimmering cluster of silver flame suspended within the ice.