These two short gongs were obtained by him when he defeated a human Yuan-ling cultivator years ago, each imbued with several remarkable techniques. Yet now, none of them have had the chance to be activated—so effortlessly, so with barely any effort at all. Feng Xi felt a growing sense of unease. For the first time, he had now completely separated Han Li from the Jin-ling cultivator who had previously only managed to flee in panic at his hands. "Feng friend, be careful. This small cauldron might very well be the Xutian Cauldron, as mentioned among humans. It would be wise for us to act together." After his initial strike failed, the Golden Dragon King did not immediately launch another attack, but instead reached out and retrieved his golden lance, while simultaneously advising. "The Xutian Cauldron! Excellent—then I'll follow your suggestion. As long as I can eliminate this man, I don't mind giving up the cauldron itself. All I ask is that you return the Wind-Light Wings I personally crafted." In Feng Xi's heart, a sudden jolt of realization and embarrassment surged, yet he responded with fierce determination. "Agreed—then it's settled. King Jinjiao roared with laughter, his golden armor blazing with intense radiance. The dazzling golden light seemed to rise like a blazing golden sun, so bright that everyone could hardly look upon it. Clearly, this was the manifestation of the beast channeling his inner qi to its utmost. At that moment, an astonishing sight unfolded. Suddenly, King Jinjiao let out a long cry, and as his rib area shimmered, two arms covered in golden scales appeared beside him. With a swift motion, one arm reached out into the void and, in a flash of luminous energy, produced a long, white, three-foot-long sword; the other arm grasped a small, gleaming shield, its surface adorned with scales the size of copper coins—appearing as though forged from the very scales of King Jinjiao himself. The only hand remaining unoccupied curled into a seal, as if performing a secret incantation. Han Li observed this, narrowed his eyes, and in his mind flashed the words "Fanzheng Zhen pian," then recalled the existence of ancient demons, his expression darkening immediately. Feng Xi then swiftly removed her long robe, revealing her upper body. Then, bowing slightly, two bulges of flesh emerged from his back, and instantly, two pairs of feathered wings unfolded from within. Each wing spanned a full zhang, vivid and emerald in color. At nearly the same moment, the human-faced form of the Rift Wind Beast turned a pale gray, and his two hands transformed into sharp, claw-like appendages—each finger keen and radiating a startling cold gleam. The creature now revealed its half-divine form! "Seems you intend to outnumber us. That's quite all right—I'll just gather a few allies of my own," said Han Li, his lips twitching slightly, yet smiling gently. Jin Jiao Wang and Feng Xi were momentarily stunned, still uncertain of the meaning of Han Li's words, when suddenly, from the distant horizon, a series of eerie, wailing cries echoed simultaneously—like something was being launched at high speed from the upper skies. At the same time, a flash of white light erupted on the island below, and twelve streaks of white vapor surged upward, with something within each streak clearly rushing toward the heavens. "Act now! Before he brings his allies, strike him down!" Jin Jiao Wang's face flashed with sternness as he roared. Then, he halted his hand gestures, and with a sudden exhalation, a golden beam as thick as a serving bowl erupted from his mouth. With a swift movement of his body, he raised all three of his arms, each armed with a weapon, launching forward with a trailing streak of shadows toward Han Li. Wind Xi, standing by, could not afford to lag behind either. She spread her wings, her form becoming almost intangible in the rushing wind, transforming into a faintly glowing green silhouette and charging forward as well. Seeing this, Han Li's brow arched slightly. Instead of retreating, he lifted one hand, and a jade-green wooden ruler materialized, spinning smoothly in the palm of his hand. The silver lotus light flared brightly, fully enveloping his form. At the same time, with a flick of the other hand, a glow of three colors surged forth, coalescing into three fans of varying hues. Han Li held one fan in his hand and swept it directly against the oncoming golden beam. A surge of three-colored flame erupted from the fan's surface, colliding with the golden beam before the silver lotus. Just as a soft "puff" sounded, the golden light column—though formed from Jin Jiao Wang's pure spiritual power—was instantly engulfed upon touching the three-hued flame pillars. Seeing this, Jin Jiao Wang, who had been rushing forward, was startled, yet did not pause. With a sudden motion, the arm that had grown from his rib cage swept out forcefully. A flash of golden light erupted, and the jade-scale shield he had previously raised instantly transformed into a thick, solid luminous barrier, shielding his body. At the same time, the other two arms rapidly waved. White swordlight and golden spear-spark burst forth, forming a dazzling, torrential barrage directed straight at the three-hued flames. It seemed these golden spear and white sword were no ordinary artifacts—both exceptionally sharp and completely unafraid of the intense heat of the three-hued flames. As the golden and white luminous nets expanded, they successfully blocked the radiant glow that erupted after the flames burst. Han Li was somewhat surprised, but at this moment, he had no time to dwell on the matter. Because the faint, light-blue silhouette formed by Feng Xi had employed some mysterious elusiveness, after a single spiral, it suddenly crossed a distance of thirty to forty paces, sweeping past directly ahead and arriving at the side. With a flick of her two feathered wings and a downward stroke of her sharp claws, a sharp rushing sound erupted. Countless light-blue feathers burst forth from the creature's wings, like arrows in dense succession, while the sharp claws swept out, generating a multitude of claw-like projections that instantly enveloped Han Li within the silver lotus. Han Li merely glanced calmly at Feng Xi's vigorous assault, as though it were nothing at all. Instead, he opened his mouth and several golden beams flashed forth. A series of deep, resonant sounds followed. Whether feathers or claw projections, upon striking the silver giant lotus, the lotus merely spun smoothly, and the attacks vanished as if they had never arrived—seeming entirely ineffective. Feng Xi's face briefly showed a look of surprise. Before she could react, several golden, inch-long swords, flashing swiftly, had already materialized before her. The spirit was startled, and at once its twin wings fluttered, causing its form to blur. A flash of sword energy sent several small swords piercing through, yet as soon as the wind surged, Feng Xi's form dissolved, leaving only a faint silhouette. The next moment, Feng Xi materialized again twenty-two zhang away, his face slightly pale, as though the sudden teleportation had drained a significant portion of his inner energy. Han Li frowned, surprised that this spirit was also adept at wind and teleportation techniques—killing him would likely require more effort than anticipated. As he thought this, he sent his divine awareness to focus, causing the several small swords to stretch to a length of a foot. Turning around, they transformed into golden light and swiftly pursued Feng Xi once more. Feng Xi's expression grew cold, and with both claws slowly reaching out toward the void, two massive, jade-green claws rose into the air, swiftly sweeping down and catching all the flying swords in one motion, securing them firmly in his grasp. The demon's face darkened with a fierce expression, and with a subtle inner incantation, he pressed his massive, jade-like claw firmly, intending to crush the several flying swords outright. Yet as the glimmering blue light flashed across the claw's surface, the swords proved impossibly resilient, sustaining not a single scratch. Feng Xi's heart skipped a beat. Before he could think of another course of action, a series of low hums echoed through the air. Seizing the moment when the demon's focus slightly wavered, the golden flying swords, like fish gliding through water, effortlessly slipped free from beneath the claw and spiraled around it, then swiftly cleaved the massive claw into several fragments. The broken pieces of the claw shimmered and dissolved instantly. With their direction now changed, the swords, imbued with extraordinary vitality, surged once more directly toward Feng Xi. This time, he was truly startled. He quickly opened his mouth, and a jade bowl of vivid green materialized, spinning smoothly before suddenly transforming into a translucent green veil that surged forward to meet the oncoming swords. As the two met, a series of sharp, crisp crackling sounds resonated. Several flying swords suddenly shone with brilliant golden light, slicing through the green veil and effortlessly piercing through. At the sight, Feng Xi's face paled, and he no longer dared to stay in place to absorb the blows. With a flick of his back wings, he transformed into a streak of green light and darted off to one side. The golden small swords, too, changed direction silently and pursued him without missing a beat, matching his speed perfectly. This development left the beast quietly cursing. He had to keep the swords in pursuit, flying erratically around the area, and in his haste, glanced over toward the Golden Dragon King on the other side. To his dismay, however, his heart sank further. The Golden Dragon King, having weathered the three-colored flames, had already reached beside Han Li, his weapons striking the silver lotus in a relentless barrage. The silver lotus was now being struck so fiercely that it appeared to be beginning to fray and disintegrate. Han Li of Yinlian merely lightly waved his jade-green ruler several times. Just as the lotus shadows had been about to dissipate, they instantly reformed and restored themselves after seven flashes of seven-colored Buddhist light emanating from the lotus heart. The Golden Dragon King was utterly unable to make any headway against him. Feng Xi's eyes darted back and forth several times, and he began to wonder whether he should simply turn around and flee. Clearly, Han Li's powers far exceeded his expectations—his ability to simultaneously handle both of them with just a few flying swords was truly remarkable. Yet at that very moment, the creature's遁light suddenly stalled, halting completely as it revealed Feng Xi's half-divine, half-faerie form. Unbeknownst to him, several dozen snow-white centipedes, each several feet long, had appeared around him at once, their backs bearing four pairs of wings and their bodies shimmering with a crystalline brilliance. "Six-winged frost centipede!" Feng Xi stood stunned upon seeing the centipedes' appearance, then gasped aloud, his face instantly turning pale. Meanwhile, the Golden Dragon King, who had been fiercely attacking Yinlian, suddenly halted his assault, surged forward as a streak of golden light, and seemed determined to retreat alone. Yet a calm voice from within the lotus shadow spoke: "You're only now thinking of leaving? It's too late!" As soon as these words were uttered, ten crimson threads shot out from the lotus shadow with astonishing speed, weaving and darting swiftly before firmly ensnaring the monster. Then, a flash of red light revealed the threads transformed into several thick ropes of flame, which surged and rolled with bright crimson fire, completely engulfing the creature. At the same time, a sudden gust of gray-white magical wind swept across the sky, launching five small ghost-headed figures—each with a pale green face, sharp teeth, and a continuous wailing sound—straight into the heart of the fire. They plunged headlong into the flames without the slightest hesitation. Immediately within the flames, the Golden Dragon King's voice erupted in a mixture of shock and terror, sharp and piercing, as if he had encountered something utterly terrifying, leaving him utterly afraid.