Yet Han Li had no intention of engaging a junior stage of consolidation here. With a mere shake of his wings, a flash of luminous light rippled across his body, and a strand of silvery hair shot forward at astonishing speed—almost doubling his usual pace. Within just a few breaths, both figures vanished without a trace from the surrounding sky. The red-lit figure trailing behind was none other than the elderly elder of the Jiao Chi clan, named Tu. He had easily located Han Li’s position through the power of the Tian Xuan compass, only to be startled when Han Li instantly escaped at such a remarkable speed, leaving him both surprised and delighted. It seemed Han Li possessed considerable prowess, and his body likely carried something of great value that the elder sought. Prompting his own red glow, he swiftly closed the distance, pursuing with unwavering determination. The two figures now raced like celestial meteor streams, unmasked and unrelenting, swiftly flying over a thousand li before the red glow finally faltered, unable to catch up with the swift, silvery thread ahead. The elder was deeply moved by the red light! Though not particularly skilled in teleportation, he had just mentally scanned the opponent—only a seventh-rank being from the upper clan—and now found himself unable to catch up, even at such a great distance. It was truly astonishing! Yet, the elder was no ordinary figure—he was already well on his way to becoming a consolidated-level master, with vast combat experience. The red light suddenly ceased, then dimmed, revealing the elder's form. With a calm gesture, he flipped his hand once, producing a purple scroll. Gently shaking it, a surge of purple mist erupted, spreading rapidly to cover an area of over ten zhang, completely enveloping the figure. Han Li had been closely monitoring the movements of the threat behind him. Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed slightly. Without hesitation, he also halted his teleportation, stepping into view in the clear blue light, then narrowed his eyes to gaze back. He was genuinely curious—what exactly was the opponent planning? To the sight, the purple cloud and mist surged and then dispersed within a moment. Where the elder had stood, the purple cloud now lay empty, with no trace of him. Han Li's face grew pale. Without hesitation, he instantly extended his divine awareness, encompassing everything within fifty paces. Yet the elder remained completely unseen, as if he had vanished entirely from the vicinity. Han Li grew increasingly serious, quickly forming gestures with one hand. His pupils flashed with a blue glow, and the Qing Ming Spiritual Vision technique was activated. As his gaze swiftly swept across the distance, the void of space remained unbroken—no sign of the elder could be found. Now, Han Li's heart sank deeply. A being of Consolidated Stage was already an exceptionally formidable opponent; now, after vanishing without a trace and remaining undetected, it seemed a matter of life and death. Yet Han Li was no ordinary person. With a mere thought, he immediately ignited his flight light and transformed into a strand of silvery hair, turning right and heading off without hesitation. Though he did not know where the other had taken refuge, he was certain that prolonged stay in this place would be extremely perilous. Should the other continue to pursue, he doubted they could still maintain any trace at all. Yet even under the Ming and Qing-level observation, the figure remained remarkably indistinct, clearly indicating an exceptionally refined method of concealment. Moreover, this earth-bound technique differed significantly from ordinary earth-transcendence methods—indeed, it moved faster through the soil than through the void. Where the red light passed, the soil did not merely resist but continuously released scattered golden glimmers that merged into the red light, enhancing the speed and fluidity of the journey. Han Li had already flown at full capacity, yet the figure was gradually drawing closer from beneath the ground, inch by inch. Han Li was quietly astonished, yet showed no intention of slowing down. Meanwhile, the elderly figure named Tu, who had been employing such an unusual method of movement, grew increasingly frustrated. He had expected that the other party, upon losing sight of him, would either become hurried and disoriented, or at the very least, begin to slow down and eventually pause after flying a certain distance. But as the journey progressed, neither reaction materialized. Yet Han Li not only turned without hesitation and walked off, but maintained his speed with no noticeable slack, even after covering such a vast distance. This completely exceeded the elder's expectations. With confidence in his own concealment technique, he believed that while it might be challenged by beings of higher or equal cultivation, it was unlikely to be penetrated by someone of significantly lower cultivation—such as Han Li, who was far below him in rank. Unless the other possessed one of the legendary eye-based divine perception techniques, which was so rare that it could be almost disregarded. Now, seeing Han Li had not fallen for the trap, the elder could only continue to accelerate his own flight beneath the ground, relentlessly pursuing him. He naturally observed that his own speed in underground travel slightly surpassed Han Li's. Thus, he would not easily give up. As a result, under the combined efforts of one determined and one cautious, they ran continuously for a distance of ten thousand li. Han Li watched the purple shadow closing in steadily, his expression growing increasingly gloomy, and his gaze now constantly scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, two towering mountains stood side by side ahead, their surfaces lush and green, with steep, rugged terrain. Between them lay a vast expanse of dense forest. Upon seeing this, Han Li's mind stirred, and his eyes flashed blue as he glanced downward. There, the purple shadow had now come within barely a hundred paces of him—only a slight lapse in concentration, and it would surely catch him with a mere flick of its movement. Taking a deep breath, Han Li suddenly changed his direction of flight, shooting straight toward the forest. The sound of rushing air ceased abruptly, and his flowing hair shimmered as he vanished into the low air within the forest. As his light faded, Han Li stepped into view. Yet at once, a flick of his sleeve sent dozens of small swords singing softly as they launched forth. With a single hand gesture, the small swords trembled and transformed into dozens of silvery threads, shooting downward. A roar of rushing air erupted as the threads danced through the air, and the dense forest of trees beneath them snapped cleanly at the waist in a wave of bright green light. In an instant, a vast open space hundreds of paces across appeared out of nowhere. After completing this, Han Li shifted his stance and suddenly materialized atop a tree stump several zhang tall, his expression calm as he gently pointed his finger. The silvery glow faded, and all the threads vanished into the surrounding void. Han Li then made another hand gesture, and instantly a series of crackling thunder sounds erupted from his body, launching countless fine arcs of gold and silver electricity that swiftly coalesced into a long robe of gleaming metallic hue. As the black mist rolled and surged, a dark, ominous armor emerged within the robe. Finally, with a simple mouth gesture, a small, translucent shield shot forth and swiftly rotated around him. After completing all this, Han Li simply straightened his back and raised his head, gazing steadily upward into the air, his figure motionless. Beneath the wooden stake where Han Li stood, the elderly figure with the intricate patterns watched him intently, his eyes occasionally flashing with sharp intensity. Though he had now closed in to within mere steps of Han Li, he had not yet chosen to launch an attack. Yet, facing an opponent whose cultivation level differed by nearly three stages, the elder showed no intention of enduring much longer. After scanning the surroundings with his divine awareness and confirming that no traps or hidden schemes lay concealed here, the elder's expression darkened, and with a sudden twist of his body, he vanished completely into the soil. At that very instant, the same scene unfolded at Han Li's stake. A thunderous explosion erupted at the location, and from the ruptured ground, two massive crimson hands flashed upward, swiftly seizing Han Li's feet. He completely ignored the three-layer shield韩立 had erected, his attack resonating with such force that it seemed to shatter the heavens and shake the earth! It appeared as though Hàn Lì had anticipated this assault all along—his form remained utterly still, and with a mere flicker, he suddenly materialized at a location十余丈 away. A cold exhalation escaped Hàn Lì as his form fully emerged, and at that moment, a flash of red light rippled through the void beneath, revealing the elderly figure with the surname Tu similarly materializing. The elder's face flashed with fierce determination; with a simple upward motion of both arms, two crimson fist-shaped projections instantly materialized, surging forward with intense heat to strike Hàn Lì directly. This high-ranking being from the Jiao Chi clan seemed to be a dual-practitioner of both physical and spiritual cultivation. Hàn Lì's eyes widened in surprise, as a dark palm had already silently emerged from within his sleeve and gently pressed down upon the void beneath. A speck of darkness shot out from his palm, spun rapidly, and then solidified into a small mountain several zhang high, silently pressing downward—precisely meeting the incoming crimson fist projections. The elderly man named Tu observed this, his mouth twitching slightly. Not only did he not alter his attack, but a faint look of contempt crept onto his face. Inside, he silently chuckled to himself: "How strong these two fists truly are, he will only fully comprehend when the other finally falls. With that thought in mind, the elder suddenly surged his cultivation technique. Instantly, the image of his fists swelled dramatically—now as large as a human head—glowing with a fiery crimson hue that shone like molten rock, casting a deep red tint even upon the surrounding void. The intense heat caused the very space nearby to warp and distort completely. He intended to shatter the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain with these fists alone. But immediately, a luminous ring blending gray and red emerged between the two, then surged outward in concentric waves of light. Han Li felt a sharp vibration in his ears, as a thunderous roar poured into his consciousness like a storm. The nearby low tree stumps, upon contact with the waves, instantly turned into fine wood dust and vanished. The ground shook violently, revealing a deep depression several dozen paces across, reaching nearly a zhang in depth. Han Li was startled and quickly focused his gaze downward, his eyes flashing blue.