A roar erupted! Various attacks surged toward the aura, and colorful light orbs burst simultaneously, creating an astonishing spectacle. It seemed as though the next instant would mark a decisive turning point. Yet at that very moment, deep silver and golden streaks emerged from within the black aura. Two auras rapidly expanded and merged into one. A vast black glow, several zhang in diameter, rose to the surface. At its center, the interweaving silver and golden streaks shimmered, drawing in all the light arrows, the silver blade flashes from the four serpent priests, and even the fire dragon formed from the woman’s artifact—each vanishing without a trace. The powerful, coordinated assault that had just unfolded seemed no more than a fleeting moment. Only the two figures standing motionless beneath the black glow remained, their four icy gazes fixed and unyielding. "Whirling Spirit's Evil Light! You have truly mastered this technique!" The fire-yang clan members in the hall were all struck with a sense of gravity, halting their attacks mid-motion. The woman, her voice thick with bitterness, murmured softly. But at that moment, the pair of Urans with golden and silver eyes moved swiftly—both hands suddenly came together, while the other hand lifted, extending a single finger to point remotely at the woman and the young girl. The black aura split momentarily, and two slender threads of golden and silver flashed and vanished instantly. "Move! Don't try to block it!" the woman gasped, urgently warning Bai Zhu'er, as her own body flashed with a white glow and she shot out as a beam of light to evade. The young girl also felt a sudden surge of alarm, though her cultivation level was only around the Jin Dan stage. She wished to fly away instantly, but it was too late—within a flash, a golden-silver thread seemed to teleport and reached her. With no choice, the girl slightly blurred her hands, and a strange bone arrow unexpectedly appeared on the large yellow bow. With a sudden pull, she then released it sharply. A sharp, unusual sound erupted from the bow, accompanied by a brilliant glow of yellow-white spiritual light. The bone arrow instantly transformed into a luminous beam as thick as an arm, blasting forth with tremendous force, precisely meeting the already-approaching threads of gold and silver. Though the two were vastly different in diameter, they made contact without a single sound. Immediately, the yellow-white beam condensed into a shimmering glow and then strangely reversed direction, flowing back toward its source. Despite the girl's swift reaction, the attack, arriving so close, rebounded with such unexpected force that she could not mount any further defense—she could only gasp in astonishment, instinctively bracing her large bow across her chest. She had no doubt of the power of that initial arrow; it would instantly dissolve both her physical body and her spirit. Even the woman's startled cry reached her ears. At that very moment, the girl felt a sudden tremor in her palm, and the bow was launched backward by the beam, enveloping her body instantly in a searing heat. White-jewel, now pale as a sheet, closed her eyes and waited, utterly still, for death. At that very instant, suddenly someone grasped the girl's collar of her robe and gently tugged, and in an instant, she vanished into a shimmering green light. A thunderous roar followed! Startled, the girl blinked and realized she had been shifted several dozen paces away—her original position now pierced by a luminous column that had passed straight through the wall near the hall. The column collided with the five-color light barrier, producing a brilliant flash of spiritual radiance before dissolving into nothingness. However, the fine silver and golden threads trailing behind the column did not strike the wall as expected, but instead suddenly reversed direction and surged forward, striking the girl once more. "Ah!" she gasped in surprise. Yet before she could react, she felt the collar of her robe tighten, her surroundings blur, and she was instantly transported again to another nearby spot. Only then did she realize and quickly turn her head. To the observer's back stood a figure, one hand resting behind him, the other casually resting on the collar of his back, expression utterly composed and detached. Not Han Li—then who could it be? After the silver-gold filament at a distance missed its mark once more, it suddenly darted forward again, as if determined to strike the young maiden until she fell. A similar silver-gold filament at the other corner of the hall was now chasing the woman, sending her flying in all directions. Yet the woman, possessing the cultivation of a Yuan Ying stage, managed to hold her own through sheer speed and flight, aided by the four white-robed serpent figures outside, whose silver beams relentlessly slashed at the filaments. "The ability to deflect attacks—this is indeed interesting!" Han Li murmured, but as he shook his sleeve, a hazy, shimmering glow instantly materialized before Bai Zhu'er. Yet when the silver-gold filament pierced through the glow, it only paused slightly before smoothly passing through, unaffected by the yuan-magnetic divine light. Upon witnessing this, Bai Zhu'er's face turned pale once more. But with a sudden "crack," a layer of multicolored flame appeared behind the gray light, engulfing the silver and gold filaments that had just flashed through. Initially, the filaments, which had always moved with an odd, peculiar speed, suddenly seemed to slow down dramatically—like fish entering a vast net. Han Li's lips curled into a smile, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Yet at the very next moment, his smile froze. For the filaments suddenly emitted a brilliant, radiant glow, regaining their original agility and flashing through the multicolored flame in a single motion, reaching the young girl before her. This unexpected turn left Bai Zhu'er, whose expression had just begun to ease, feeling a sudden chill—she now believed her fate was truly sealed. Then, even more astonishing, the filament vanished silently, without any prior sign or warning, right before her. At that instant, a ripple of space disturbance surged before Han Li, and the silver and gold filaments flashed forth, darting straight toward her face. The speed of this transformation was nothing short of lightning-fast! Han Li's face flashed with surprise, yet his body did not retreat an inch—only his eyes gleamed with cold intensity, and as he opened his mouth, a "thump" sounded. A sphere of silver flame burst forth and instantly collided with the fine strands of gold and silver. Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, as the fine silver-gold thread that had been relentlessly pursuing the woman grew increasingly desperate, a flash of silver light appeared silently, and the phoenix rose without a sound, instantly swallowing the thread whole in its mouth. With a soft "pop," the silver phoenix burst into fragments, dispersing into scattered points of light and vanishing. At this moment, Han Li turned his half-smiling gaze toward the two Urans standing in the distant black glow. What seemed like an intricate and prolonged battle had actually lasted only a few breaths. The woman and the others could not help but express their relief and sense of having narrowly escaped. Only now did they fully understand why the senior figures of the other two clans had been so easily eliminated. Not only were the high priests of those two clans less powerful than the woman before consuming the Immortal Fruit, even those whose cultivation surpassed hers by several levels could not withstand the single assault of this spirit vortex's malevolent light. Han Li's unexpected ability to counteract this malevolent radiance filled the woman with great joy and profound relief. It was obvious that these two Wuluo clan members could not be easily matched by the few of them—success would surely depend entirely on the newly invited "Han Shengsheng." As this thought struck her, the woman immediately voiced her concern: "Master Han, please be cautious. That spiritual vortex's ethereal light not only reflects attacks, ignores most divine techniques and seals, but is also exceptionally toxic. Once struck, it immediately disperses throughout the opponent's body, spreading relentlessly and utterly resistant to removal. Many of our clan's senior practitioners, in fact, perished under its effects." She was genuinely worried that the silver fire bird emerging from Han Li's body might suffer any lingering effects after absorbing the spiritual vortex's toxic light. "Remarkably toxic!" Han Li's expression shifted, and he was indeed surprised. Yet, since his Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire could already absorb and neutralize this very spiritual vortex light, it would naturally transform the toxin into its own essence—how could it possibly harm him at all? Of course, regarding the power of the Spirit-Siphoning Heavenly Fire, Han Li naturally wouldn't elaborate much with this woman. He merely nodded slightly to indicate he had heard. His gaze remained fixed on the two Urans across from him, never shifting. "Indeed, you've managed to absorb the ethereal light of the spiritual vortex!" Under the black glow, Han Li couldn't see the expressions on the two Urans' faces, but the tone of their voices clearly conveyed profound astonishment. "Hehe, your technique is quite interesting—though unfortunately, you haven't refined it enough. If you had, even my own flexible spirit might not have been able to control you so easily. Well, it seems the delegation this time truly consists of just you two. I'll dispatch you promptly. I still need to return and rest!" Han Li chuckled lightly, speaking as though the two across from him were entirely insignificant, then with a simple movement of his body, strode steadily forward. Han Li's steps seemed slow, yet upon taking them, he suddenly spanned several zhang in a single stride, reaching only twenty or so zhang away from the two Wu Luo royal princes within mere moments of swaying. At the same time, a brilliant golden glow surged from his body, revealing a layer of golden scales that emerged mysteriously, while a golden aura gently floated above his head. At the center of this golden aura, a golden bodhisattva form with three heads and six arms sat in serene meditation. Of the three faces of the bodhisattva, two were remarkably clear and identical in appearance to Han Li himself. The bodhisattva's form itself shone with a radiant golden light, appearing almost solid. Upon seeing Han Li manifest this extraordinary appearance, not only the women and other members of the Huoyang clan, but even the two Wu Luo royal princes within the black aura, were struck with astonishment, barely hesitating. The black aura began to resonate with a deep hum, then suddenly trembled and distorted, shifting and transforming into a massive black blade nearly eight or seven zhang long, which then surged forward and delivered a powerful strike toward Han Li. — Tickets requested at the beginning of the month!