The intangible ripple seemed to be some strange and mysterious spell. Upon witnessing this, Qing Xiao and the black-dressed woman both paled once again. They had only just managed to gain a slight advantage over the monstrous moth; as long as the roar sounded once more, they were certain to fall. Han Li, however, showed no signs of surprise or anger when dozens of flying swords shattered at once. Instead, he emitted a cold exhalation, swiftly pressing hand seals and then focusing his attention toward the distant creature. But they quickly realized, and their speed increased noticeably; after several swift movements, they finally reached near Han Li, where they paused briefly. "Thank you so much for your timely rescue, Elder," said Qing Xiao, breathing deeply and urgently addressing Han Li. "However, this creature is far more formidable than we anticipated. We must now hurry and make our escape." "You two go ahead!" Han Li replied calmly. "I'm interested in this creature and would like to see if I can defeat it." "Elder," the black-robed lady added kindly, "this beast has somehow appeared here unexpectedly, and its strength goes far beyond what we've seen—even the Silver Shark Master has fallen to it. We should first evacuate and regroup, then devise a strategy to face this monster at our own pace." Clearly, despite Han Li's impressive display of power, the two women did not believe he could truly overcome the strange moth-like creature. "You need not worry," Han Li smiled gently, shaking his head slightly. "Even if I cannot defeat it, I am certain to secure my own safety." At that moment, after a flash of gray light from afar, the strange moth once again fused the scattered bodies together, restoring them to their original form. However, the second time it was slain sent the creature into a furious rage. Its lion-like head opened wide, and a series of roars, far louder than before, surged forth from its mouth, while its wings beat wildly. Instantly, thunderous roars echoed throughout the surrounding sky, and waves of energy rippled outward from the moth's body, spreading in all directions with great intensity. The flying swords shattered piece by piece within these waves, then were gradually crushed into even smaller fragments. Despite this, the moth continued to flap its wings without pause. Though it had not yet approached Han Li due to the entanglement of its flying swords, the powerful roar reached the two—Qing Xiao and the black-dress woman—whose previously regained composure instantly turned crimson, as if their blood were about to burst through their muscles and spill out. Han Li merely furrowed his brow, then increased the power of his Buddhist-Saint True Magic Technique by another two degrees, after which he appeared completely unbothered. Yet upon glancing at the two women and seeing their perilous condition, he swiftly extended one arm and delivered two swift strikes into the space between them. It remained uncertain whether this strange vision was caused by the roar of the monstrous creature or by the invisible waves generated by its wings. The two young women had already been frightened by the creature's roar, and now, upon seeing such a startling sight from afar, they could hardly hesitate. After urging Frang repeatedly, and seeing that Han Li still showed no intention to leave, they finally bowed respectfully to him and then transformed once more into two streaks of radiant light, breaking through the air and flying off. This time, they flew continuously for over a hundred li, until they reached beyond the outer reaches of the Ice Island, when the roar gradually faded into a faint, almost imperceptible sound, no longer posing any threat. Suspended in mid-air, the two women gathered their light into a single glow and looked back with growing apprehension. "Sister Qing, is that person the Mr. Han you mentioned last time?" the young woman in black silk asked, her voice slightly steadier now. "Who else could it be? Mr. Han is on par with Master Silver Shark in rank, though his powers are undoubtedly much stronger," Sister Qing replied, nodding. "Even with the greatest powers, one could not hope to stand a chance against that monster. After all, even together with the Silver Shark Monks and his divine spirit beast, the Silver Light Shark, they could only hold for a few rounds before both perished. The serpentine head beneath is even more terrifying than the one above. Master Han's decision to remain in place truly seems unwise." The black-dressed young woman sighed. "That's hard to say. Seeing Master Han remain calm amidst the roar, it's clear he must be protected by some great power. His confident demeanor suggests that even if he does not prevail against the monster, he should still be able to escape safely. For now, let us wait here and see how things unfold. Should things go poorly, we shall have to summon all the upper clans and set up several powerful magical arrays to confront this creature." Qing Xiao expressed strong confidence in Han and thought several steps ahead. "To defeat such a formidable demon, we can only rely on the power of magical arrays. Otherwise, no matter how many people we gather, they would all fall one after another under the force of that single roar." Yet, the greatest fortune of all, this monster appeared here earlier than expected. If it had arrived a month later, the gathered companions would have been caught off guard, and many might have perished. The young wife smiled bitterly, then felt a renewed sense of relief. "That's true. But this creature doesn't resemble a sea beast. Where did it come from?" Qing Xiao gazed toward the horizon where the strange moth now hovered, a flicker of surprise passing through her eyes before she murmured softly. The black-dressed woman also briefly furrowed her brow, clearly unable to offer any explanation. Within the glow, a three-headed, six-armed figure gradually emerged, eyes blazing with wrath, each of the six arms forming distinct hand seals. With a low cry, the golden figure raised all six arms simultaneously, pointing them toward the distant giant moth. The sheer force was so overwhelming that even the green-eyed creature, hovering in hazy, shadowy form, had its eyes flashing wildly. As the directional flow of invisible waves from its wings shifted, they surged upward, boldly confronting the gray light above. Upon first contact, a thunderous roar erupted. The interweaving of gray light and wave patterns caused the sky to flicker strangely, alternating between darkness and brightness—now clearly in a state of stalemate. Han Li's face darkened, and his black palm subtly curved at the tips of his fingers. Instantly, a dark silhouette emerged within the gray light, then a small black mountain appeared, growing in size until, after a few flickers, it expanded to over a thousand zhang in height—the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain! The strange creature was momentarily stunned, but then roared loudly, suddenly focusing its invisible waves into a visible, semi-transparent beam that shot straight toward the base of the mountain. Given its earlier power demonstrated in shattering Han Li's flying sword, this display revealed its formidable strength. Now all these forces are concentrated at once, and the damage inflicted upon the sacred artifacts and treasures is truly unimaginable. Prior to the second integration with the strange stone pedestal, it was uncertain whether this mountain could withstand the semi-transparent light beam. However, after the second integration, the mountain's resilience had reached an astonishing level. Suddenly, a flash of gray-white luminescence erupted at the base of the colossal mountain, and upon impact with the light beam, a deep resonant sound echoed, followed by a brilliant burst of white light. As the white light subsided and dispersed, the light beam itself shattered and dissolved, yet the mountain's base remained completely undamaged—no crack, no flaw at all. The strange moth was utterly astonished, nearly unable to believe what she had just witnessed. Meanwhile, Han Li, standing afar, remained expressionless, merely pressing a series of gestures, and the mountain then descended slowly, as if a thousand mountains pressing down upon it. Though waves of disturbances continuously rippled from the moth's wings, they were swiftly dispersed and extinguished upon contact with the mountain's immense power, utterly unable to withstand the extraordinary weight and strength of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain. As the black mountain peak seemed poised to crush the entire giant moth into pulp, the moth's lion-like head suddenly blurred, transforming into that of a colossal serpent with closed eyes. When the emerald serpent opened its eyes, two strikingly golden, eerie orbs gleamed with an unusually cold gaze, fixed steadily upon the black mountain above. A deep, eerie hiss erupted from the serpent's mouth. Then, with a sudden flap of its wings, a cascade of hazy, grayish luminous powder swirled outward, completely engulfing the creature's body so that its form became entirely indistinct. It appeared as though the creature was about to unleash some great divine power. Han Li, observing from afar, briefly tightened his expression and swiftly accelerated his hand seals. The black mountain then roared and plunged downward, its base pressing firmly into the gray luminous powder.