Those several wood spirits were startled. Some shimmered with green light, manifesting a wooden armor shield upon their bodies, while others opened their mouths and expelled swirling green halos. Yet these blood threads, seemingly condensed from some unknown substance, passed right through these defenses as if they were mere shadows, vanishing instantly into the bodies of the wood spirits. The entire bodies of the wood spirits flashed with bloodlight, instantly enveloped by a series of blood-colored netting that held them fast, unable to break free. At the same time, the two ancient tree fragments severed by Han Li's sword aura suddenly rolled and transformed into two faint golden silhouettes, rushing toward Mu Rui. Mu Rui emitted a cold exhalation and casually pointed at them. Instantly, two streaks of silver light shot out, striking precisely upon the golden silhouettes. With two resonant booms, the silhouettes burst apart, scattering countless golden sparks that enveloped the silver-level wood spirit. Then, with a mighty roar, a series of golden runes suddenly rose around Mu Rui, forming a spell array that radiated brilliant light and completely encircled the high-level wood spirit. A flash of purple light contracted within Mu Rui's eyes, and as he brought both hands together, a brilliant, glaring silver glow emerged from his palms. Then, countless streaks of silver light burst forth in all directions. A thunderous roar echoed, and the silver light and golden seals intertwined and shimmered. These golden characters seemed to possess some mysterious technique, successfully deflecting the silver-stage wooden spirit's attack—though a small portion of them were scattered and disrupted. This scene left Mu Rui, the tall wooden spirit, both astonished and furious. Without hesitation, a fresh glow of silver light appeared between his hands, now even more dazzling than the previous one. Yet, upon seeing that all the silver-stage and higher-ranked wooden spirits were now trapped, Han Li and Long Dong, though initially surprised, immediately realized they could no longer wait to die. Overcome with excitement, they swiftly activated their life-saving techniques and rushed off in all directions. The young woman pressed her palms together in a gesture, then rolled her body across the ground, instantly transforming into a resplendent fire phoenix, her entire form blazing with dark, vibrant phoenix flames that surged forward, crashing through the troop of wooden apes. Her passage left behind every weapon and body part of the giant apes instantly reduced to ashes. In a flash, the phoenix had surged over one hundred paces. Compared to the dramatic escapes of the two preceding figures, Han Li's movements were quiet and unobtrusive. After a thunderous sound behind him, a pair of silvery-white feathered wings emerged. Then, as he opened his mouth, several clots of bright crimson essence jetted out, swirling around his body before transforming into a vast mist that completely enveloped him. The blood mist rolled and contracted, and then a blood-shaped figure shot forth, swiftly darting through the dense forest of wooden apes, eventually appearing at the far edge of the sky. After one final flicker, the blood figure vanished entirely. Han Li's blood shadow technique, performed at the stage of Perfected Immortality, proved not only faster but significantly quicker than the golden light forms of Black Phoenix and Longdong. The two were left utterly stunned, watching it unfold in the distance. As for the white-robed maiden, however, her actions were quite different—she merely waved her hand once, and a bright red, jagged blade appeared in her grasp. Without any incantation, she gently swept it in a light motion toward the direction where the largest number of wooden apes gathered. At that moment, the qi of the surrounding space trembled, and a crimson blade of over a hundred paces in length, resembling a colossal pillar supporting the heavens, slowly emerged from the void, then descended in a steady, graceful cut. Where the blade touched, the wooden apes beneath it became wildly agitated, panicking and scrambling to flee their original positions. Incredible as it was, as soon as any of the wooden apes moved, their bodies shivered and spontaneously ignited, vanishing in a flash of red flame—within moments, more than a hundred wooden apes were reduced to ash. A clear, straight path now lay empty before them. Yet the massive blade had not fully descended when it suddenly flickered and vanished mysteriously. At that very instant, from the base of the broken ancient tree where the jade scroll had been concealed, a green fire bird the size of a clenched fist burst forth, then swiftly transformed into a streak of green light and vanished into the girl's body. The white-robed maiden saw this and beamed with delight, drawing a deep breath, then vanished from her spot as if stepping through space. Moments later, she flickered again and appeared in the middle of the corridor, only to vanish once more and suddenly reappear at the far end. Without a word, she transformed into a streak of white light, swiftly moving through the air with her luminous trail shimmering in and out of sight. Within just a few breaths, she had disappeared at the very edge of the sky. Her strange form of teleportation proved no less impressive than Han Li's blood-shadow technique. At this moment, Mu Rui, trapped by the golden seal arrays, once again surged forth with a burst of silver light. This time, the power of the silver glow was clearly far greater than before. In a single strike, it scattered and dispersed most of the golden seals, leaving only a few still spinning around the wooden spirit. The wooden spirit remained expressionless, yet her eyes flashed with intense purple light, and suddenly she lifted her head, emitting a clear, sharp cry. Immediately, the wooden ape beasts in the surrounding air stirred and instantly split into several streams, rushing toward Han Li and his companions. At the same time, at several distant locations within the night forest, similar sharp cries echoed in resonance... Han Li did not maintain his Blood-Shadow Flight for long. Once he had driven the beasts out of sight, he immediately withdrew the blood glow and transformed into a streak of jade-green light, continuing his flight. Yet even so, his complexion had grown noticeably paler than before. It seemed that his recent two consecutive uses of Blood-Shadow Flight had truly drained his vital energy. Nevertheless, considering the possibility that silver-rank wood spirits might be pursuing him from behind, he dared not relax at all. After all, those beings were equivalent to combined-stage human cultivators—no matter how confident he was in his transcendent powers, with such a vast gap in cultivation level, he could not hope to even stand a chance against them, let alone win, even if the opponent were merely a lower-tier silver-rank spirit. This time, it would not have been possible without someone else secretly stepping in to assist, using a secret technique to momentarily imprison that silver-rank wood spirit. They probably wouldn't even have the chance to escape. Yet clearly, that golden seal array couldn't hold such an entity for long. The several of them scattered in different directions, each one vulnerable to being caught by this silver-stage wood spirit. He dared not pause at all! Though he hadn't summoned Blood-Shadow Flight again, the wind-and-thunder wings behind him kept flapping continuously. With each flap, his speed surged noticeably—after several dozen such flaps, his pace had become quite comparable to that of ordinary Xianxu cultivators. Still, even thus, he dared not glance back once, merely pressing forward with unwavering urgency. A series of rushing sounds came from below, followed by several gusts of strong wind, striking with extraordinary speed. Han Li's expression darkened, and his drifting light momentarily halted. Three streaks of jade-green light flashed past, just a few feet from his body. Had he not stopped his flight, he would have been pierced through by these three lights instantly. Now three streaks of emerald light spiraled and coalesced into three figures of the Wood race, each holding a slender green wooden spear and standing firmly in front. Han Li quickly scanned the three's belts and noticed they were a pale yellow—immediately easing his mind. This indicated that the three were merely equivalent to Yuanjing cultivators of the Human race, something he naturally did not regard as significant. Han Li made no use of any of his treasures; merely a slight flick of his backwind and thunder wings sent a streak of silvery-white lightning arcing forth. How swift the lightning was—within a flash, Han Li appeared before the middle Wood cultivator. Though the Wood cultivator showed no expression, a surge of purple light rapidly spun in his eyes, and with unwavering resolve, he grasped his wooden spear and lunged straight for Han Li's abdomen. Before the wooden spear had even reached him, a myriad of jade-green spear points erupted, as if aiming to pierce Han Li through and through, leaving him riddled with wounds. Han Li's eyes hardened, his face and hands radiating golden light. Instantly, a translucent golden scale layer emerged on his body. When the green spear points struck him, they emitted a sharp metallic scraping sound, being powerfully rebounded back without making a single mark. At the same time, Han Li's arm suddenly extended in an odd manner, catching the spear mid-flight. Despite the wooden spirit's frantic efforts to pull it back, the spear remained firmly held. The wooden spirit's face flashed with a surge of cyan energy, promptly releasing the spear and shooting backward with the speed of a meteor—undeniably swift. Yet Han Li's other arm suddenly expanded by a foot, as if materializing out of nowhere, appearing precisely at the wooden spirit's chest. With his fingers forming a blade, he slightly blurred them, then seamlessly plunged them into the spirit's body. A crisp, delicate sound, and the wooden spirit's body—like paper—was instantly torn apart by Han Li's powerful grasp. Yet, from behind the spirit, five fingers emerged, clutching a pale yellow crystalline orb. From the moment Han Li absorbed the central wooden spirit's attack until he closed in and tore through its chest cavity, it had only taken a single instant. The other two wooden spirits on either side emitted strange, piercing cries. One opened its mouth and expelled a surge of golden-hued light, while the other raised her green spear, creating countless phantom figures that enveloped Han Li's upper half. Han Li sneered, drawing his arms back to meet the assault. But what he hadn't anticipated happened. The wooden spirit whose body he had inserted his hand into, and the one he had grasped with his other arm, both suddenly radiated intense green light, and an astonishing, almost unbelievable suction force emerged from them. As Han Li moved his arms, they remained firmly rooted—completely immobile—and he could not draw them back at all. And as soon as that slight glow reached his face, countless phantom figures burst forth with streams of emerald light, piercing straight downward. A strange expression flickered across Han Li's face, and his lips moved slightly, as if he had spoken something. Instantly, a brilliant golden aura radiated from his body, and the phantom figures at his rib area flashed briefly, revealing four oddly blurred golden arms that appeared mysteriously.