Lo and behold, at a distance, the emerald glow revealed a spindle-shaped treasure, flashing across dozens of zhang in a single motion. Behind it, three orbs of yellow light each carried a Fēilíng clan member shimmering with golden runes, pursuing the emerald spindle with astonishing speed. "Unfortunate! They're from the Huangfeng clan. Just like the Chirong clan, they've been watching us, the Tianpeng clan for a long time," White Bi exclaimed upon recognizing the Fēilíng figures. Lei Lan also looked visibly startled. "Huangfeng clan?" Han Li, however, studied the three Fēilíng figures with thoughtful attention. These three Fēilíng individuals had slightly yellow wings, facial fur, and each trailed a fluffy, bushy tail—most strikingly unusual. The one piloting the emerald spindle evidently noticed Han Li and his companions, and after several swift movements, suddenly halted before them. The glow dimmed, and a beautiful woman stepped out of the spindle-shaped treasure—she had white wings extending from her back and a small green horn atop her head. "My esteemed friends from the Tianpeng clan," she said, "I am Qin Xiao of the Y Our two clans have a mutual aid pact; we hope the three of you can lend a hand." As soon as the woman appeared, she spoke in a hurried and anxious tone. But before韩立and the others could respond, three members of the Huangfeng clan arrived on the scene instantly. Upon seeing韩立and the others, however, they immediately halted their flight, their expressions turning markedly surprised. "This is purely between our clan and the Yelü clan," one of them said with clear impatience, making it unmistakably clear that he was warning them not to interfere. "Otherwise, you'll only be creating trouble for yourselves." Upon hearing this, the woman from the Yelü clan turned pale, her gaze fixed on the three with earnest appeal. "Indeed, our clan has a mutual agreement with the Yelü clan, and we cannot simply stand by and watch as others perish. However, the Huangfeng clan's influence is no less than that of the Chifeng clan—we simply cannot afford to challenge them. These three individuals are merely part of the Huangfeng clan's contingent of Sacred Princes entering the trial this time." Recognizing that韩立was unfamiliar with the alliance matters, Lei Lan quietly explained beside them, Han Li spoke calmly, glanced at the night Lü clan woman, and then swept his eyes over the three members of the Huang Feng clan. To his surprise, two of them were mid-level spiritual generals, and one was a high-level spiritual general, all of them looking at Han Li and his companions with an air of dignified confidence. As Han Li's gaze flickered and his lips moved, just about to say something, a sudden flash of spiritual light appeared in the distance. A massive wooden bird, stretching over ten zhang in length, emerged from the horizon, glowing golden, and swiftly flew toward them. Han Li and the others were momentarily stunned, still trying to figure out who the dark spots seated at the bird's end were. However, the three Huang Feng clan members in front of them immediately beamed with delight. After exchanging quick glances, they all moved at once, splitting into three directions and swiftly encircling Han Li and his companions, as well as the night Lü clan woman named Qin Xiao—so swift and fluid that it seemed like a ghostly maneuver. "What does this mean?" Bai Bi was startled, her face pale, and exclaimed sharply. "Heh, what does it mean? It's simple enough—origin "It's unnecessary now," roared a tall Huang Feng clan warrior. Han Li's eyes flashed blue, and as he adjusted his gaze, he realized the dark spots on the wooden bird were also Huang Feng clan members. Two men and one woman—two mid-tier Spiritual Generals, and one high-tier Spiritual General. Clearly, these three, who had initially only intended to eliminate the Ye LV clan, now, seeing reinforcements arrive, had no hesitation in deciding to wipe out Han Li and his companions as well. Lei Lan Bai, along with the Ye LV clan woman, also grew pale upon recognizing the visitors on the wooden bird. Han Li's thoughts raced swiftly, and then he sighed gently, saying, "Then, by all means, you go first." With the thunderous sound, Han Li vanished from sight, enveloped in a shimmering blend of pale and bright electric light. "Watch out!" The high-tier Huang Feng warrior, who had long been attentive to Han Li—the most accomplished Tian Peng clan Saint's heir—immediately shouted upon seeing this. At that very moment, as space around the figure rippled, Han Li materialized in the shimmering green light. With a simple motion of his arm, he extended a dark, ink-black palm and pressed it downward into the void. A small, dark mountain rose spontaneously within the gray glow, instantly swelling to several times its original size—growing into a towering mass of over fifteen zhang—and plunged downward with a heavy, crushing weight. Upon seeing Han Li appear directly above him, the yellow-wind clan member was first startled, then broke into a fierce, grim smile, and without a word, opened his mouth toward the mountain in the air. A soft "pffft" sound echoed as a stream of yellow, misty radiance burst from his mouth and spiraled toward the mountain. At the same time, a flash of white light revealed a silver disc-like artifact in his hands, which he clearly intended to summon. Yet just then, Han Li's expression shifted, and a low, crisp hum issued from his nostrils. Though the sound was subtle, it struck the yellow-wind clan member's ears like a thunderclap, causing his face to wrinkle in pain and his body to stagger—almost dropping the At this moment, the black mountain swiftly swept across with a vast expanse of gray light, easily pushing the yellow aura aside. Then, with a surge of momentum, it descended heavily, precisely pressing down upon the Yellow Wind cultivator below. Alas, this noble son of the Yellow Wind clan had barely begun to unleash his divine techniques—his protective spiritual glow was extinguished by the yuan-magnetic divine light, followed immediately by a tremendous force that crushed him flat, pressing him hard to the ground. His physical form was reduced to a pulp, and his spirit soul was scattered into the void by the yuan-magnetic light's sweep. Whether it was the other two Huang Feng people, or Bai Bi Lei Lan standing by, or the night-green clan woman, all of them were now utterly stunned. But immediately, the other two Huang Feng people gasped, exclaiming, "Unfortunate!" As their golden runes flashed, they instantly transformed into two yellow, strange birds and shot off in reverse. But just as its wings had begun to flutter, a man's voice suddenly rang out from behind: "Where are you going, sir? Do you not realize how late it is now?" Before the words had fully settled, a large, pale hand—like jade—appeared on the bird's neck, cold and piercing. It was Han Li, who had somehow swiftly closed the distance with his Wind-Thunder Wings, and upon reaching the bird, immediately seized the vital point of the creature, which had taken the form of a yellow-wind spirit. The bird reacted swiftly, flapping its wings and sending a sudden surge of countless wind blades rushing out in dense, sharp streams. At the same time, the fine down feathers on its neck stood upright, gleaming with a metallic luster, and sharply pierced toward Han Li's palm. A flash of black energy rippled through Han Li's body, revealing a unique, intricately patterned armor. The wind blades struck the armor and emitted sharp, metallic clinks, then rebounded back in all directions. At the same time, the palm-like structure on the strange bird's neck seemed forged from refined steel, its sharp feathers piercing through without leaving a single mark—completely ineffective. Han Li chuckled coldly, not waiting for the yellow phoenix clan member to summon any further powers. With a simple flick of his arm, he surged a tremendous force from his five fingers. "Crack!" The bird's neck was easily snapped in two, and at the same moment, vibrant five-colored flames surged forth from his fingers, swiftly enveloping the entire body of the creature. Within a few flashes, the strange bird was reduced to a fine dust. Han Li remained motionless, standing in place, his gaze lifting toward the massive wooden bird now receding in distance, his eyes flashing with a sharp, icy intensity. The three yellow phoenix clan members stationed on the distant wooden bird naturally witnessed clearly how Han Li had single-handedly eliminated three of their own. Their faces now turned pale and lifeless. When Han Li first killed the first yellow phoenix clan member, these three had still been furious, desperately urging the wooden bird to move, striving to crush Han Li into fragments. But after韩立 swiftly and unexpectedly eliminated the remaining two, the three Yellow Wind Clan saints felt their bodies grow cold. As韩立's gaze swept over them, they all simultaneously felt a surge of coldness rise from their backs. "We must go—this man's powers are beyond our reach. We are no match for him," the most accomplished woman murmured, quickly issuing her command. The other two nodded in agreement and immediately joined forces to urge their wooden bird beneath them. The trio turned sharply, transforming into a brilliant yellow glow, and fled back toward their origin. Lei Lan, Bai Bi, and Qin Xiao from the Ye LV clan all stared blankly at Han Li, their eyes wide with astonishment, unable to utter a single word. When they saw so many members of the Huang Feng clan arrive, including two senior spiritual generals, they had originally believed themselves certain to be defeated. Yet, to their surprise, Han Li had swiftly defeated three powerful opponents and successfully repelled another group of enemies within just a few moments. Han Li himself was only a spiritual general—this was truly astonishing! "Let's go. We shouldn't stay here any longer—we must leave at once!" Han Li glanced at the three of them, speaking calmly and composed. "Yes, everything will follow your lead, Brother Han!" Bai Bi exhaled deeply, the first to regain her composure from the shock. (Second update!)