Han Li saw the scene and smiled slightly, making no use of any of his treasures. With merely a shake of his wings behind him, he transformed once again into a shimmering filament, which then flashed briefly mid-flight. The large Han, now in the form of a fiery bird, felt a sudden chill in his heart, barely having time to think before he opened his mouth and expelled a broad, near-violet flame that spread out over a distance of more than ten zhang before him. Should Han Li have moved into that area, he would have been swept up by this blaze. Yet this was far beyond the expectations of the bald Han. From the very beginning, Han Li had not targeted him at all. After a flash of white light, Han Li materialized suddenly atop the head of the massive two-headed bird. Though the bird was enormous in size, it reacted with astonishing speed. As soon as Han Li appeared, the dragon-like head of the bird suddenly arched upward, projecting a beam of blue light. Before this beam reached him, a series of sharp "crack" sounds erupted in the surrounding air, and thick, thin sheets of cold ice rapidly spread outward. This beam of light was astonishingly cold, no less potent than Han Li's earlier Qi Blue Ice Flame, as if even the air around it had been frozen solid—arriving at Han Li's side in a single flash. Han Li's eyes widened in surprise, yet he neither flinched nor retreated. With a simple sweep of his sleeve, wisps of gray mist materialized before him. As the blue beam entered this mist, it seemed to instantly solidify, as though entering water. With this brief pause, a flash of five-colored light streaks emerged from his sleeve, and he extended a hand as pure and white as jade. He raised his five fingers toward his chest, and the five fierce ghost heads vanished, followed by a surge of five-colored light flames rising from his palm—shimmering and resolute. After years of dedicated cultivation, Han Li had finally perfected the Hundred Meridians Immortal Treasure Technique, enabling him to fully harness the power of both the Yuan-Magnetic Mountain and the Five-Children's Harmonious Magic, and when combined with his own inner strength, this power had even doubled. This power would continue to grow in strength as his cultivation level advanced. A soft sound, and finally the blue light beam pierced through the barrier of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light, striking the white jade palm. However, the five-colored flames on the palm surface spun rapidly, and the intensely cold beam instantly vanished into the flames, suffering no harm at all. Seeing this, the giant bird raised its other tiger-headed form without hesitation, and a transparent sound wave burst silently toward Han Li, enveloping him head-on. Han Li's face darkened. With neither hesitation, he drove one fist of steady gray light and the other of swirling five-colored flame into the giant claw. Two thunderous crashes echoed. The colossal bird suddenly emitted a piercing, agonized cry. Before its claw could fully close and seize, it fractured piece by piece under the flashing radiance, then dissolved into a mist of blood. With a swift movement, Han Li stepped out of the blood mist, his expression impassive. The two-headed giant bird flashed a look of fierce malice, ignoring the claw now destroyed, and suddenly thrust both heads forward. Its two massive, blood-filled mouths closed in, biting hard at Han Li. A sharp wave of blood-scented wind rushed toward him. On the other side, the bald man and the other members of the Chiru Clan also reacted, instantly launching their attacks with shock and anger. A surge of purple flame and countless fireballs erupted, yet they merged seamlessly into a vast expanse of crimson fire, stretching hundreds of paces wide. The fire birds, sensing the surge, swiftly moved and vanished into the flames. A surge of flames roared upward, lifting a massive wave of fire several dozen feet high and rushing straight toward Han Li. Yet at this moment, how could Han Li allow them to gain the upper hand? He had already pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and a golden image of a being with three heads and six arms materialized behind him. Suddenly, two of the arms blurred slightly and vanished entirely. A roar erupted, with flames and gray mist swirling and intertwining, causing a temporary stalemate. Although the Yuanmagnetic divine light could transform the five elements into intangible forms, it still had its limits. With so many red-fused clan members channeling their flame energies simultaneously, it could only barely withstand the onslaught. The colossal bird's spirit was utterly shattered, still unable to summon further divine techniques to escape. As the golden hands gripping its neck tightened and twisted simultaneously, four powerful forces surged forth. Though the bird had been relatively strong, under this surge of force, its neck cracked like thin paper with two sharp "crack" sounds and was then forcibly snapped in two. At this moment, Han Li released his two hand seals, and the golden aura behind him vanished instantly, along with the six golden arms that had been there. The two severed heads and the lifeless body then plummeted straight downward. Han Li raised an eyebrow slightly, shook his sleeve, and three silver fire orbs shot forth, swiftly striking the bird's body and heads. With a series of "pffft" sounds, the silver flames expanded and instantly turned the bird and its heads into ash, which then coalesced into a silver phoenix and flew back toward the center. "Move!" As Han Li effortlessly eliminated a colossal bird nearly on par with his own strength, the voice of the bald man, startled amidst the surging and rolling flames, echoed from one side. Then, a series of rushing sounds followed—only the fire birds darted out from the flames, all shooting upward into the sky. It seemed the bald man of the Chì Róng clan had finally realized that his companions were no match for Han Li, and with other Tian Peng beings watching vigilantly, he promptly decided to retreat. "Tian Ming, now is the time to go—we’ve just barely escaped!" The voice of a Tian Peng clan man in his thirties suddenly came from above. As the space shimmered with a silver arc, three large silver birds suddenly materialized, unexpectedly receiving strong reinforcements. The Tian Peng beings who had remained hidden and inactive until now finally stepped forward. From them, countless silver arcs shot forth, instantly forming a vast electrical grid that enveloped the oncoming force. The fire phoenix formed by the bald man roared once, and instantly, with him at its center, the other fire phoenixes converged, fusing together into a colossal phoenix stretching dozens of tens of zhangs in length. The entire body of this phoenix glowed with deep purple flames, and as it spread its wings, it surged straight through the power grid. The three silver great birds were startled and, unable to meet the force head-on, stepped aside. With the surge of its purple flames, the phoenix moved with only a few flickers and swiftly broke free from the magical net, appearing over a hundred zhangs away—its speed truly astonishing. Han Li watched the scene intently, his eyes flashing with sharp light, yet he remained quietly suspended in place, showing no intention to pursue. The other two or three silver birds hesitated briefly, then also chose not to follow. Instead, silver arcs shimmered across their bodies, and amid the thunderous crackle, they transformed back into human form. "Thank you so much for your timely assistance. Without your help, we would have surely been caught in this disaster. However, I have never seen your face before—could it be that you are a member of our clan, one who has been The male representative of the Tianpeng Clan, facing the man who had effortlessly subdued a group of Chirong Clan members with just his personal strength, showed no signs of hesitation, instead extending a respectful bow and inquiring, "Is it indeed a Tianpeng person? I myself am not entirely certain. My background is rather unique—I have been practicing alone overseas all this time, and this is my very first return to Fengyuan Continent. However, judging by my appearance, I do resemble you very much. That's why I stepped in and drove away those Chirong people." While mentally racing through his thoughts, Han Li spoke calmly. "Haha, no need for any doubt, sir. You must be a descendant of the Tianpeng Clan that we had previously overlooked. Beyond your appearance, the very aura emanating from your body—this alone confirms your identity. In fact, the strength of that aura is so pronounced that you are likely a direct descendant of a senior lineage within our clan. Otherwise, how would the various spiritual bees have all converged upon you at once?" The Tianpeng man named Feng Xiao smiled slightly, taken aback. "Your divine abilities are indeed cultivated abroad—quite different from ours," the beautiful female member of the Tianpeng Clan suddenly realized. "True, appearances can be feigned, but the essence of a Tianpeng's aura cannot be mistaken. Otherwise, clans like the Wugong Clan, which resemble us in appearance, would be indistinguishable from one another." The young man from the Tianpeng Clan also smiled and added. Otherwise, despite our Tianpeng Clan being relatively weaker among the seventy-two branches of Feilin, they would not dare to enter here so openly and seize what they can." Upon hearing Han Li's words, Feng Xiao's expression grew even more somber.