Just as middle-aged warriors were displaying their prowess, in another direction, the green-skinned being had dissolved into a blurred shadow. Due to his inability to fly, he remained within hundreds of miles of Greenlight City. Yet he showed no great concern, confident in his people's innate ability to remain concealed. Unless a being of Saint lineage, ordinary Jiaochi clan members simply could not detect him. Since parting from Han and the others, the dark-green-skinned man had spent much of his thoughts pondering the jade box entrusted to him by the chief. He constantly speculated about the contents of the box—what could it possibly be that allowed him to trade for the "Ten-Thousand-Perfected Pills," which he had long coveted. He also silently considered whether opening the box might yield even greater benefits. Unaware of this, a faint purple shadow moved silently behind him, its pair of cold eyes fixed and unblinking, observing every movement. After a brief moment, the purple shadow seemed to have completed its observation, then suddenly twisted its form into a slender purple thread, sinking beneath the green-skinned figure. At that instant, the green-skinned figure leapt and landed precisely once more on both feet. A thunderous roar erupted, and the ground suddenly splintered open! Two hands shimmered with vibrant crimson light, instantly gripping the green-skinned figure's ankles. Naturally, the figure was startled, yet responded swiftly—his body radiated a flash of luminous energy, and his form twisted sharply, attempting to harness the flowing light and break free. However, the hands that held his feet, though seemingly ordinary, felt as if forged from steel, rigid and unyielding. The green-skinned figure felt intense pain radiating through his feet, rendering him completely immobile. This time, his face turned pale with alarm, and he immediately opened his mouth, sending a beam of white light downward that struck one of his wrists. But a sharp metallic clink echoed through the air. As the white light faded, the small sword, a few inches long, rebounded upward. This hand proved utterly impervious to even the flying swords. The green-skinned figure drew a deep breath, then immediately pressed her palms together, attempting to unleash another powerful technique. Yet by now, it was too late. A sharp, unfamiliar exhalation followed, and then a sudden "pffft"—a strange, vibrant red glow erupted from her hands, instantly enveloping the green-skinned figure. Where the red light touched, the ground beneath instantly turned red-hot and dissolved, transforming into a vast expanse of molten rock! A piercing cry rang out immediately. The green-skinned being's protective aura merely flickered a few times before being consumed by the intense heat—almost simultaneously, at another clearing within the forest, two members of the Horned Chrysomelid clan, both at the Liangxi level, hovered in midair, murmuring softly to one another. At a greater distance, the four Feathersnake beings circled back and forth, searching intently. "Indeed, quite cunning. As soon as we approached, his presence vanished entirely. Even the Feathersnakes could not locate him. This situation is now rather troublesome." "One of them noticed that the feathered serpents had made no progress at all, and a look of mild anxiety appeared on their face." "Don't worry," the other replied calmly, smiling. "That person is no more than a peer of ours. The fact that they've managed to conceal their presence so completely suggests they're still hidden nearby. If that's the case, we can simply hold our ground and wait. When the two elders arrive, I'll see where exactly they can hide." The second person remained exceptionally composed. "I suppose that's all we can do!" the first one admitted, though reluctantly, and nodded in agreement. Several miles behind him, two other Dao-Chi clan Immortals of the Lingxu stage were riding a flying chariot several zhang long, concealing themselves and trailing far behind. Even farther behind the chariot, four feathered jiao-jiao dragons cautiously hovered, maintaining a safe distance. Han Li ran a hand over his chin, scanning the surroundings with a keen gaze. He didn't see any other Chaochi clan pursuers nearby. A flash of sternness passed over his face, and he instinctively considered whether to engage and eliminate these two troublesome foes. After all, these two Feathered Serpents were no more than Shen Shen stage beings—far from being a match for his current strength. Yet he had only just flown a few hundred li beyond the Green Light City. If there truly existed a Consolidated Stage being among the Chaochi clan, still monitoring this direction with their divine awareness, then engaging might still risk exposing his movements. After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Han Li ultimately shook his head unconsciously, dismissing the idea. He moved to silently depart without further attention. But an unexpected occurrence took place. As soon as Han Li drifted out a dozen paces, a sudden flash of purple light erupted over his body, and his ethereal form instantly solidified, revealing his true form. It was precisely the Taiyi Huaqing Seal he had been using that had now lost its effectiveness. This unexpected development left Han Li momentarily stunned. At the very moment韩立's figure became visible, the two feathered dragon-jacks instantly sensed him and looked upward, clearly observing his presence. Upon hearing this, both of them emitted joyful long cries and then spread their wings, charging straight toward韩立 with great momentum. To everyone's sight, Han Li raised one hand and swept through the empty space toward the feathered dragon. Instantly, a blade of jade-green light emerged from the void, circling the dragon once before cleaving it in two. Even its spirit was instantly vaporized within the swordlight! Han Li's body twisted slightly, and the single strand of silvery hair that had been visible before vanished once more. At the next moment, a ripple of spatial disturbance surged beside the second feathered dragon, and Han Li stepped into view right beside the creature. With a gentle press of his palm—white as jade—the dragon instantly burst forth with a surge of five-colored flames, transforming it into a massive block of five-colored ice. Then, Han Li's fingers flashed with golden light, and several golden arcs of electricity shot out, encasing the ice block instantly. The feathered dragon, along with the ice, crumbled into fragments under the golden radiance. A green glow tried to escape from the shattered body, only to be unexpectedly shattered and dispersed by a golden arc. Thus, Han Li nearly eliminated two feathered dragon-jacks within the span of a single breath. Without pausing, he instantly transformed into a streak of jade-colored light, racing swiftly toward the distant horizon, showing no further intention to conceal his form. In his mind, if the Jiaochi clan had no beings at the Consolidated Stage, they would never have detected his presence, and thus there would be no need to conceal himself. Should such beings exist, however, even if his movements had been swift, they would inevitably have been disturbed, rendering the use of the Tàiyī Huáqīng Seal futile—better still, he would simply accelerate and vanish swiftly. At the very moment the feathered dragon-jacks plummeted, elders and middle-aged members of the Jiaochi clan stationed at two different locations simultaneously sensed the change and turned their gaze toward Han Li's direction. At the elder's feet, a heap of disordered items lay scattered across the ground, one hand firmly grasping a jade box. The elder narrowed his eyes, gazing toward Han Li's direction, his expression one of thoughtful contemplation. But a moment later, he suddenly shook his sleeve, and at that instant, the pile of items at his feet and the jade box in his hand vanished simultaneously, dissolving into a brilliant aura of light. Then he rose into the air, transforming into a streak of red light, and sped directly toward where Han Li was located. On the other hand, the middle-aged man, having secured his advantage earlier, was now heading in a different direction. Though he continuously glanced back toward Han Li's position, he eventually shook his head and maintained his current course, accelerating his flight speed significantly. As he drew nearer to his next destination, he naturally had no intention of pausing or turning back to pursue Han Li. He would first attend to the immediate target and then return later. Thus, among the two most powerful members of the Jiaochi clan pursuing Han Li, only one had initially set off to chase after him. With such a high-level being in full flight, his speed was truly astonishing. Han Li, after eliminating the Fei-Jiao and transforming into a streak of brilliant light, did not travel for more than half a moment before he felt a sudden sense of awareness and turned around—his expression slightly changed. To his sight, a flash of red light appeared at the far end of the sky, and a crimson streak of light surged directly toward him. This red light moved like a ghost—appearing instantly at a distance of over a hundred paces after a single flash, and flickering in and out, its speed now surpassing even Han Li’s own. A brief shimmer of blue light in his eyes revealed a faint human figure within the glow. As his spiritual awareness instantly swept over it, his expression grew serious. Indeed, it was a true Consolidated Stage cultivator—though only at the initial level. While he might not be able to defeat her outright, he had no doubt of escaping. Han Li quickly recalibrated his thoughts, and his expression returned to calm.