The giant blade was as black as ink, with a shimmering arc of gold and silver pulsing continuously within its center. Seeing this, Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly. He lifted one arm and reached out, grasping toward the heavens. Suddenly, the color-form above his head opened its six arms, one of them extending and reaching out with the same precise motion as Han Li below. The other Silvery-Eyed Uro, standing beside her, however, as soon as he opened his mouth, a grimness flashed across his face, and from deep within his throat erupted a low, beast-like roar. At the same time, a veil of white mist rose above her head, shimmering with silver light and revealing a colossal, ethereal image of a human-faced giant earthworm. As the silver glow flashed once, the image surged forward, transforming into a streak of silver light, directly charging toward Han Li. Before it even reached him, the human-faced giant earthworm opened its massive maw and cast a broad sheet of silver light down upon him. The golden-eyed Urulah was stunned. At the same time, with the other hand raised, Han Li spread his five fingers, and his palm turned as black and ink-like as night. With a slight movement of his fingers, a gray shimmering screen instantly appeared before him, fully blocking the silvery mist sprayed out by the face-gecko. Then, a flash of gray light from his palm revealed a strange, dark, mountain-like formation. It gently drifted forward, approaching the face-gecko that had just appeared nearby. Han Li merely gave it a casual flick of his hand. The human-headed form of the centipede shimmered with an expression of intense agony, emitting a strange, hissing sound from its mouth as its body was pressed by an immense force, threatening to plummet straight downward from the sky. The silver-eyed Urō, standing behind, was startled and quickly waved her hands in rapid, wheeling gestures, causing delicate silver patterns to emerge across her refined female features, making them appear grotesquely fierce. As she opened her mouth, a delicate stream of pale silver blood erupted. The moment the blood emerged, it burst with a sharp "pop," transforming into a series of silver glyphs that flashed and vanished instantly, merging into the distant centipede's body. The centipede seemed to gain an astonishing surge of power—its descending form glowed with a shimmer—and suddenly, beneath the dark mountain peak, it resumed its rhythmic shaking and swaying. Even more dramatically, its midsection curled into a compact spiral, tightly ensnaring half the mountain, as if ready to flip the entire hill over in one motion. Seeing this scene, Han Li's face flickered with a strange expression. With his dark palm extended toward the mountain peak, he softly murmured the character "Zhong" (heavy). The black mountain trembled slightly, then emitted a subtle gray-white glow along its surface—though its form remained unchanged, its weight suddenly increased by more than tenfold. The once-able human-faced centipede, which had been barely holding on, offered no resistance at all and plummeted like a meteor from the sky. A thunderous roar followed, causing the entire hall to shake violently. The black mountain pressed the human-faced centipede firmly onto the ground. A depression of over a zhang in depth appeared in the ground within thirty zhang of the hall, revealing a massive crater. The black mountain remained steadily centered within the crater, and after a mournful cry, the human-faced centipede dissolved into scattered silver light and vanished. The Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain, which Han Li had fused into an odd stone pedestal, was as heavy as a true mountain of ten thousand zhang—its weight fully capable of bearing such immense strain. And precisely at the moment the centipede phantom shattered, a distant silver-eyed Urō person turned pale, spewing out a surge of blood. This time, the blood was not silvery but deeply black-red. All of this unfolded within mere breaths. Another Urō person, still stunned by the effortless severing of his golden great hook by Han Li's flying sword, suddenly noticed his companion's serious wound and instantly changed expression, stepping forward with a sudden movement, positioning himself behind the silver-eyed Urō person and pressing his palm firmly against the latter's back. The golden and silver light radiating from the silver-eyed Urō person brightened significantly, and his complexion improved markedly. Han Li, however, coldly snorted, then pointed his finger at the dozens of small green swords floating in the air. Each sword trembled, then burst forth with a sharp crackling sound, swiftly converging into a dozen streaks of green silk that swiftly enveloped the surrounding area. Two Wuluo cultivators, now finally displaying fear on their faces, exchanged a glance and then, suddenly, simultaneously raised one arm each—two more orbs of black light promptly emerged, enveloping both of them completely. In that very instant, dozens of strands of green silk, hissing softly, struck the black light orbs. Han Li, witnessing this, flashed a stern expression and immediately activated his sword technique without hesitation. After a slight tremor, the green silk transformed into slender, sword-length blades of jade-green hue; yet as the swordlight flashed, they became remarkably pale, appearing as mere ghostly shadows. This was precisely the technique Han Li had refined—his sword spirit capable of manifesting as ethereal forms. These spectral blades circled the black light orbs once before darting downward like arrows. Upon touching the black light, the faint swordlight shimmered and then vanished silently—seeming to pass through as if the black light had never existed, offering no resistance at all. The two Uro people below clearly did not expect such an astonishing occurrence. As the sword shadows closed in, they were startled, swiftly shifting their bodies, intending to transform into two streaks of blackness and shoot off in separate directions to escape. However, at such close range and with the sword shadows moving so swiftly, their escape had already become too late. Amid the interweaving and piercing sword shadows, two sharp cries rang out, and the two Uro people were instantly pierced, their bodies riddled with wounds. Turned out to be a golden earthworm and a silver earthworm. Though only a few inches long, each had a female face on its head, resembling exactly the appearances of the two earlier Urō people. Enveloped in silver flame, the two earthworms emitted frantic, chattering sounds, their faces displaying a mixture of shock and anger. After all, the golden and silver radiance emanating from their bodies was precisely the spiritual vortex's ethereal glow; under most other spells, they would have broken free and escaped instantly. Yet here, they were trapped by Han Li’s *Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire*, the very counter-spell that neutralized their strength, now helpless, like fish in a net. Han Li had absolutely no intention of letting the two Urō people’s spiritual essences go unattended. With two hands glowing silver flame, he simply brought them together and gave them a casual, gentle stroke. Instantly, the two earthworms within the flame shrank and dissolved. In a short while, the golden and silver light faded into a pale gold, and as soon as the two human-shaped earthworms touched the silver flame, they vanished entirely, transforming into two plumes of clear mist. At last, Han Li had completely eliminated these two royal princes of the Wulo clan! Yet he himself did not particularly care much about this achievement. For upon first engaging them, these two Wulo individuals were no more than early Stage of Spiritual Immortality. Had it not been for the unusual nature of that spiritual vortex's radiance, they would have been extinguished with a mere finger movement. However, Han Li did find it rather notable that neither of them could directly perceive his spiritual cultivation through their inner awareness. His gaze shifted, and suddenly settled upon the two lifeless bodies. With a single hand motion, the two corpses rose into the air and drifted gently toward him. Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a subtle flash of blue light, carefully examined them thoroughly. His eyes suddenly brightened, and then he raised one hand and made a gesture. "Shush!" Two thin, pale black silk scarves shot off the bodies of the two women and landed in his hands. Han Li glanced at them briefly, his expression suddenly animated. Then, with a simple palm turn, the two scarves vanished completely. "Thank you, Brother Han, for your assistance!" "This debt of life-saving grace, the Huo Yang clan will never forget!" At that moment, the woman, accompanied by the young girl, approached with evident excitement and joy, unable to conceal her delight. She said nothing about the matter of the two black silk scarves that Master Han had just taken. Only now did she truly realize that Han's magical prowess surpassed her expectations by a wide margin. Overwhelmed with gratitude and profound reverence, she was deeply impressed. The young Bai Ju, who had just witnessed Han effortlessly vanquish the clan's seemingly invincible ancestral foes in just a few encounters, was left astounded. Though she kept her mouth closed, her gaze upon Han grew increasingly respectful. As for the several serpent priests who had come along, they were beaming with smiles, displaying the utmost courtesy and humility. "Heh, this is merely a small matter. Since I've already stepped in, I'll also take care of the other Ulu people outside." Han Li glanced at the several people and smiled lightly. Upon hearing Han Li's words, the woman and others naturally grew delighted, expressing their gratitude continuously.