Though the white silk net was indeed marvelous, it shook violently under the relentless barrage of swordlight, trembling within a single breath. The surrounding black flames and the five-colored flame flames merely held firm for a moment before stalling and growing sluggish, eventually being swallowed by the surging waves. The five-colored flames surged once more toward the young woman. As for the dark glow emitted by the ancient mirror before her, it immediately burst into a series of dull resonances upon contact with the gray mist, then fragmented and dispersed in pieces. The gray mist swept forward swiftly, and the mirrors spun around as it passed, soon dimming under the gray light, as though losing their vitality entirely. The Yuanmagnetic divine light flowed unimpeded and surged forth directly. The young woman was utterly astonished! Though she knew Han Li possessed extraordinary powers, she had never imagined the encounter would prove so tenacious. In their brief exchange, she found herself completely outmatched. With a deep breath, the young woman rolled onto the ground without hesitation. In a flash of agility, a black flame surged skyward, reaching over ten zhang in height. Within the flame, a black phoenix of a zhang in size emerged proudly. With a cry that soared straight to the heavens, it spread its wings, instantly revealing a luminous, misty seam before it. The phoenix darted through this seam and vanished. As a result, whether the dense, interlacing swordlight that had just severed the silk net, or the vibrant hues of flame surrounding her, or the gray light veil above, all fell short and missed their mark. At almost the same time, a deep, resonant boom echoed suddenly from several dozen feet below where Han Li stood, and as the space rippled, the black phoenix stumbled into view, its phoenix eyes filled with astonishment. "The Method of Annihilation!" it exclaimed, voice filled with disbelief. Yet before the black phoenix could regain its balance, a cold, piercing sneeze resonated from above. Upon hearing it, the phoenix instantly trembled, its form shaking violently, nearly falling from the sky. Almost simultaneously, Han Li opened his mouth, and a small jade cauldron shot out. As the cauldron emitted a clear chime, its lid launched upward, and countless strands of emerald silk burst forth from within, cascading down in dense waves, enveloping everything in a brilliant green glow. Though the phoenix had sensed the impending danger, its wings remained rigid as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, unable to move an inch. In sheer terror, it was swiftly and securely bound by the silk. Han Li's figure flickered, and suddenly he appeared mere inches from the black wind. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a massive, ink-black hand shot out, grasping the black wind's neck firmly with a sudden snap of his fingers. At this moment, the black wind finally regained a measure of clarity from Han Li's stunned attack and immediately erupted into fury. Its body writhed violently, struggling desperately within the silken strands, while a layer of black flame surged across its surface, roaring to life. The silken strands quickly began to melt and dissolve in the intense heat. Seeing this, Han Li's eyes flashed blue. Suddenly, golden scales emerged simultaneously on both his arm and his cheeks, where he held the black wind's neck. With a firm press of his fingers, a tremendous force surged directly into the black wind's neck. Instantly, the once-battle-scarred black wind felt its vision darken, nearly collapsing from the sudden pressure. Then, Han Li roared loudly, his voice shaking the air around him to a resonant hum. Suddenly, he flapped his wings once, and with a single hand gripping the Black Wind, he transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight down toward the ground. The Black Phoenix, tightly held at its vital points by Han Li's immense strength, was utterly powerless to resist or break free. With the other hand, he flicked his fingers, sending several scrolls shooting forth that instantly embedded themselves within the black phoenix's body. Then, with a simple palm press in the air, spatial ripples surged, and a small black mountain rose above the deep crater, rapidly expanding to dozens of zhang in height before descending slowly. A thunderous roar echoed as the black mountain fully sealed the black phoenix beneath it. Even with the combined strength of the Yuanmagnetic Mountain forces and the divine Yuanmagnetic Light power inherent to himself, the black phoenix could not escape the crushing pressure—her magical prowess rendered utterly ineffective. Thus, she was effectively imprisoned by Han Li, alive and motionless. From the moment Han Li initiated his actions until he completely subdued this phoenix maiden, who held one level higher in cultivation, the entire process took only a few breaths. As for why he did not deliver the final blow, it was not out of any sentiment of compassion or delicacy toward her. Rather, in the presence of others, he wished to avoid forging an irreconcilable, life-or-death enmity with the seven great demonic clans. He wasn't exactly from a true spiritual family like the Ye or Long clans, whose influence within the human realm was substantial—so merely holding this young woman in place for a moment would suffice. In truth, Xiao Hong, as a core cultivator of the Black Phoenix Clan, possessed many treasures and abilities beyond what was just mentioned. However, Han Li's actions were too swift and his techniques so unexpectedly elusive and hard to defend against that the creature had to suffer a rather humiliating defeat. If they had engaged in a normal, direct confrontation, Han Li would have needed to deploy several of his decisive strategies to secure victory, even then requiring considerable effort. Upon hearing his companion's surprise, another Long family cultivator also turned toward him, scanning the purple mist. Seeing Han Li quietly hovering at a low altitude, a massive black peak suddenly rising from the ground, and Xiao Hong's aura appearing beneath it, now frail and dim, the cultivator's eyes flickered with a moment of surprise. Yet he soon coldly exhaled, then suddenly slapped a blood-red satchel at his waist. Instantly, a resonant hum filled the bag, and a sphere of bloodlight shot out, soaring directly toward Han Li below. The actions of the two Long family cultivators naturally drew Leaf Chu's attention to Han Li's condition. Overjoyed, he opened his mouth and launched a streak of jade-blue lightning, striking the bloodlight first. The sphere trembled and suddenly transformed into a massive ghost's head, its face fierce and wrathful, turning to charge directly at the young woman—completely overlooking Han Li. Seeing this, Han Li naturally seized the opportunity without delay. A rumbling thunder sound echoed behind him, and his form instantly surged forward as a streak of pale-blue electric arc. After several successive flashes, it approached the massive blood-sword floating in the sky, appearing and disappearing intermittently. At this moment, the Snow-Crystal Mahā-sword still hovered in the air, emitting a strange blood-like glow, protected by a solid white light veil. Another Luo family cultivator frowned, then gently waved a palm toward where Han Li stood—the motion seemingly light and effortless. Yet, with a soft *pffft*, a luminous, milky-white hand of crystalline brilliance materialized above Han Li, measuring several zhang in size, and swiftly descended like a lightning strike. Before this great hand fully settled, a powerful gust of wind surged forth, so intense that it nearly caused suffocation. Han Li's eyes twitched slightly, yet he did not summon any of his treasures. Instead, his body suddenly radiated a brilliant golden light, and he clenched his fists, delivering a powerful strike into the void. At the very moment of impact, his two fists unexpectedly transformed into contrasting black and white hues, shimmering with mysterious luminescence. He had managed to directly counter the powerful strike of a炼虚 cultivator's secret technique—formed into a great hand—solely through his own body. The Liang family cultivator far off was delighted upon seeing this, immediately accelerating his inner meditation techniques, and the translucent hand instantly radiated vibrant light, swelling by another third. After a resonant "hum" reminiscent of a bell's chime, the overwhelming pressure of the luminous hand momentarily halted, then gave way to a crisp, porcelain-shattering sound as the light hand cracked and fragmented, ultimately dispersing into scattered glimmers of essence. Han Li raised both fists high, his body shimmering with shifting golden light, yet appearing completely unharmed. The Liang family cultivator who had previously been smirking now grew visibly concerned. Han Li, however, showed no intention of lingering, swiftly waving his sleeve, and two silver orbs shot forth from the sleeve, instantly expanding to the size of a bowl, spinning smoothly as they darted straight toward the white light screen. A rumbling thunder could be faintly heard within the silver orbs—exactly the two lightning orbs refined by Han Li himself. As the lightning orbs flashed and collided with the white light barrier, ripples like those on a still pond surged forth from the previously empty space before the barrier. Suddenly, a dark spectral arm emerged, probing out. The silver orb struck it squarely, shattering instantly. Two thunderous booms echoed, and countless silver arcs interwove and shimmered, instantly enveloping a radius of over twenty paces. Though the white barrier had not been directly struck by the lightning orbs, it trembled and quivered under the overwhelming force, as if about to rupture. Even a portion of the arcs from the two orbs managed to pierce it. Han Li narrowed his eyes, not waiting for the distant lightning power to fade, and rapidly snapped his fingers, sending out golden sword qi in a dense stream, all rushing toward and slashing at the light barrier. Given the condition of the barrier, these sharp sword qi waves would surely cleave it open in one decisive strike. A strange roar suddenly erupted from the lightning, followed by十几 silhouettes flashing forth and instantly striking the sword qi with perfect precision. At once, all the sword lights dimmed, trembled, and then collapsed and vanished, seemingly dissolving into nothingness.