The white-haired woman struggled to fend off two silver ribbons of energy while using her magic to sustain the seal above her head, slowing the descent of the black light array. Yet, in her fury, she bit her teeth and suddenly raised her hand, striking the green ribbon with a distant palm. For this brief moment of distraction, the light array plunged downward by a full zhang. Startled, she didn't pause to assess the impact of the attacks, but immediately summoned her aerial hammer, intensifying the green flames spewing from the skeletons, and managed to slow the descent of the array slightly. At this moment, Han Li saw the green ribbon swiftly advancing, poised to span dozens of zhang and reach the entrance of the hall. Just as he was about to arrive, his expression suddenly changed, his light trail flickered, and he veered off at an angle. As a result, a dense mass of negative qi coalesced above his former position, and a gray ghost claw materialized from the air, swiftly seizing him. The claw, measuring a zhang in length, had five dark fingers, each glowing with green flames. Where the claw passed, the surrounding air itself twisted and distorted. Had Han Li been any slower, he would have been caught mid-motion. Though this spectral claw wielded extraordinary power, it only possessed the strength of a single strike. After the claw missed, a soft 'thud' echoed, and it instantly dispersed and vanished. Han Li felt a surge of relief and, just as he prepared to press forward with renewed momentum toward the entrance, a piercing, high-pitched cry suddenly reached his back. The sound arrived so swiftly that a sharp gust of wind swept past him, reaching the area behind him almost instantly. Han Li's face paled, his evasive light momentarily blurred, and he shot out sideways, landing several zhang away. At that moment, a vivid emerald-green glow flashed swiftly from the original spot before fading and dissolving. Han Li did not turn around. Suddenly, he raised one hand in a series of gestures and flicked his sleeve backward. A golden light surged from behind, revealing a translucent golden figure with three heads and six arms, each of the six arms simultaneously striking powerfully backward. With a single flick of the six-taiquán movements, the golden force surged into a unified, roaring gust, sweeping forward. As the sleeves moved, dozens of round beads shot out, instantly transforming into swirling patches of emerald light and darting off in all directions. At the same time, as Han Li's True Saint and Divine Demon Power reached its peak, a layer of shimmering, pure-gold scales appeared on his body. Black mist swirling around him instantly gave way to a layer of black, resentful armor. The moment this black armor emerged, thunder roared again, and a second golden robe enveloped him. In an instant, Han Li had layered three protective shields upon himself. Only then did he feel relieved, turning to look back at his rear. But before he could fully take in what he saw, a tremendous explosion of thunderous sound erupted behind him, followed by a wave of rushing air. There, thirty zhang away behind him, a hurricane of golden and green light surged upward, within which a faint silhouette of a green-robed figure was clearly visible. Han Li's eyes flashed with a blue glow, and his spiritual vision instantly activated, allowing him to make out the true form of the figure within the gale. His expression instantly turned incredulous. "Impossible!" Han Li exclaimed, startled. The figure swept her sleeves, and with a single motion, effortlessly parted the gale to step out. Yet, several clusters of emerald light still reached her. She huffed, then shook her sleeve, sending a wave of luminous radiance spiraling out to sweep away these seemingly insignificant emerald orbs. Yet she had underestimated their power—had dismissed them as mere trifles. As soon as the radiance touched the lightning orbs, the emerald clusters swelled and contracted, swiftly expanding into wheel-sized forms that rolled directly toward her. A thunderous roar erupted, and the light orbs burst, revealing cascades of emerald lightning clouds. As the glyphs beneath them surged and danced, they instantly enveloped the unprepared figure. The figure was startled, her body suddenly shimmering with a luminous glow, and a translucent image of a jade tree materialized upon her form. Such fierce lightning power was blocked even beyond the tree shadows. The woman's face was pale with displeasure, coldly gazing at Han Li at a distance. She was indeed the one who was supposed to have perished—Mu Qing. Unaware of the secret technique of "substituting with peach and plum blossoms" that she had employed, she had escaped death beneath the Five-Drake Slicer and remained hidden in the background, appearing completely unharmed. Yet, when Han Li appeared and attempted to flee, she could no longer restrain herself and suddenly launched an attack. However, she was momentarily careless and became trapped within the jade-blue lightning cloud. Though this cloud could not kill her, Mu Qing was momentarily unable to move from her place. Han Li, upon being gazed at by the woman, felt a chill, yet with a swift movement, she appeared at the entrance of the hall. A swirl of jade-green light carried the unconscious Yuan Yao and the beautiful young woman. Han Li quickly waved her hands, and the light swirl instantly came toward her. Raising her arm, she then wrapped one of the women securely in her arms. He took a deep breath, and as the thunder roared behind him, he spread his wings, ready to surge skyward and escape the perilous spot. Just then, another unexpected change occurred. Yet when the five fingers pressed against the golden scale plates, they only felt an unusual cold shock at the tips, and the plates slid smoothly apart, failing to break through Han Li's surface. Han Li's situation was no better, however. Struck by the blood-clawed hand, his body staggered and nearly flew out. Fortunately, Han Li's movements were unusually fluid and far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators. With a strange twist and a brief blur, he vanished into a shimmering silhouette right where he stood, leaving the blood-claw no chance to strike again. At that moment, bloodlight surged brightly in the surrounding air, and a blood-tinged figure materialized suddenly—his attire and appearance were unmistakably familiar. It was a blood puppet. Remarkably, this puppet's strength was no less than that of a cultivator at the Consolidated Stage, far surpassing the two puppets Han Li had previously defeated. At a distance, that purple-blooded puppet, simultaneously deflecting two streaks of silvery light from the Five-Drake Slicer with six luminous beams of blood-colored light from its six eyes, suddenly had its two eyes behind the head rotate strangely, fixing a stern gaze upon Han Li. There was not the slightest trace of being controlled. Han Li naturally wasn't aware of all this, yet he was very clear that he could not be distracted by this unexpectedly appearing blood puppet. Otherwise, as long as any of the wood-qi kings within the hall, such as Mu Qing, so much as hesitated to move, he would be utterly helpless, even with wings. Moreover, the golden light array sealing Green Pool had been continuously resonating, and the most feared of the six-limbed beings was about to break free from its seal at any moment. At that very instant, the blood puppet turned fully around, expressionlessly fixed its gaze on Han Li, and slowly raised both hands. Blood glimmers subtly flickered and shimmered faintly at the tips of its five fingers. Han Li's heart leapt with alarm, yet with a low cry, his form flickered and suddenly manifested several translucent shadows, all racing off in every direction. Each shadow carried two women, all of identical appearance. A flash of bloodlight in the blood puppet's eyes, and upon a single glance, it immediately locked onto the one shadow shooting close to the ground. With a cold, eerie laugh, the puppet shifted and vanished suddenly within a swirl of blood-colored radiance. At that instant, a flash of bloodlight appeared beside the targeted shadow, and the puppet stepped forth, raising both hands with no hesitation. A cascade of blood-tipped claws roared forth, swiftly enveloping the shadow in a dense, intricate web. The shadow below was Han Li himself. Though he had not managed to evade the puppet's notice, his face remained calm and composed. With a simple gesture, he raised one hand—black light surged, forming a towering black mound before him—and with the other, he swept his sleeve, launching a sharp, jade-colored pair of shears into the air. Though the blood puppets' claws were formidable, they could never grasp the Mountain of Yuanmagnetic Force. A series of blood streaks burst continuously across the mountain's surface, causing it to tremble and emit low moans, yet it remained unharmed throughout. The blood puppet's eyes flashed with surprise, clearly taken aback. At that moment, the jade scissors summoned by Han Li flashed before the puppet, the electric arc descending and suddenly transforming into two serpentine lightning dragons that surged forward in a long roar, plunging themselves across the blood puppet's body. These were precisely the Lightning Dragon Scissors from the Tianpeng Clan. The blood puppet remained expressionless, raising both arms and directly grasping the two dragons with his hands. Upon witnessing this, Han Li's face briefly revealed a puzzled expression, and he then stepped back two paces. With a flick of his wings, a surge of jade light radiated out, and he and Yuan Yao and Yan Li were woven into a single crystalline filament, vanishing into the void. The blood puppet roared softly, then suddenly shifted his hands from grasping to clapping. "Boom!" "Boom!" With two waves of blood-colored light, the two dragon serpents were hurled backward. The blood puppet staggered, then swiftly took to the stream of light, pursuing them. At that very instant, a flash of golden light erupted beneath, and a golden sword aura, along with two bright, snow-white blade streaks, burst upward, reaching the blood puppet in a single flash—then striking it with a powerful downward slash. With a cold snort, the blood-colored puppet was about to act, but the two infantrymen below suddenly blurred into form, materializing on either side of the puppet. One raised his lance, which instantly transformed into a golden giant serpent, lunging with fierce intensity. The other spun his double blades, sending a sharp crackling sound through the air as countless golden wind blades swept forth.