The leading magical bird observed this scene, its eyes simultaneously turning toward the distant figure of Han Li, who remained motionless. After a brief hesitation, it suddenly emitted a sharp cry, attempting to summon its four subordinates back. However, the slight delay had already proved too late. Han Li's sword formation spanned over a hundred paces in width, and the four magical birds, swift in their flight, merely扇ed their wings a few times before plunging directly into the spring-lotus sword formation. As the shimmer of green light flashed, a luminous barrier instantly materialized, fully enclosing the four birds within. The four birds were startled, their bodies spinning as they extended their claws, each glowing with cold radiance, to grasp the barrier. Yet, as soon as several claws made contact with the wall, sharp cracks echoed—like the sound of glass shattering—and the barrier instantly broke apart. The birds were overjoyed at first, only to be stunned moments later, for beyond the barrier lay not the place they had expected, but an eerie space dotted with countless blooming green lotuses. These Qinglian blossoms were only the size of a thumb, yet they densely covered the path ahead. The four magical birds exchanged glances; then one suddenly opened its mouth and expelled a beam of milky-white light. As the beam flashed and vanished, it struck several Qinglian blossoms with solid force. However, upon a deep "thud," those blossoms did not collapse or vanish—they instead surged and expanded several times, growing to the size of a clenched fist. The four birds were startled by this sight. Under the impact, the entire Chunli Sword Array awakened its full power. Not only at the immediate scene, but also in other directions, the light screens began to shatter and fade, revealing countless Qinglian blossoms. These blossoms merely spun gently, then suddenly radiated an unusual brilliance. The four birds found their vision briefly blurred, then felt a sudden darkness above their heads—when they looked down, they found themselves immersed in a vast forest of towering green trees. Each tree stood hundreds of zhang tall, its crown so dense that the sky seemed entirely obscured. Yet the four magical birds found themselves nestled right at the very base of these colossal trunks. This surprised the birds profoundly. As aerial creatures, they were particularly uneasy in forested or riverine environments—once their movements were constrained, even their greatest powers would be significantly diminished. Immediately, all four birds flapped their wings simultaneously, and four brilliant white flames surged forth from their bodies, bursting into a series of sharp "pops" and expanding into hundreds of delicate white fire butterflies, which then flew outward toward the surrounding giant trees. These white fire butterflies were the birds' most potent reserve technique—initially, they had assumed that the towering trees would be swiftly consumed, as if scorched and withered. Yet upon the butterflies' arrival, they only momentarily blurred the foliage before passing through the young trees as if they were transparent, leaving no visible impact at all. "A spell!" These magical birds also possessed the initial stage of Immortal Realm cultivation. Though their intelligence was not as high as that of the leader, it was still quite impressive, causing them to suddenly gain a clear understanding. One of them, being particularly eager, immediately launched itself at one of the massive trees without hesitation. Yet, the illusions generated by Chun Li's sword array were no ordinary illusion—they were truly layered, with reality interwoven with illusion, and illusion embedded within reality. Upon impact, the bird was launched back with a loud crash, bouncing off the tree as if struck by a force. The tree was as hard as steel, utterly unyielding and undamaged. Even though this bird possessed a strong physical body, after steadying itself with a few shakes, it felt its head splitting and stars bursting in its vision. The other three birds, witnessing this, could only stare in astonishment. Outside the array, the snowy magical bird, upon seeing its four subordinates vanish behind the light curtain, was instantly struck with both surprise and fury. With a mighty cry, its wings suddenly spread wide, and as it exhaled a deep breath, a luminous white circle burst forth from its body. Instantly, the snowy feathers covering its form transformed into roaring flames. Unlike the four black-and-white magical birds, these white flames subtly shimmered with rolling silver runes, raising the temperature of the surrounding space by over tenfold—creating an astonishingly intense heat. The previously concealed Chun Li sword formation, under this scorching heat, flickered and re-emerged, displaying a soft, misty green glow. "Brother Han, take care! This is the genuine Golden Phoenix fire—don't let him get close. This magical bird may carry some of the true lineage of the Golden Phoenix!" Initially pleased when Han had swiftly subdued the four magical birds, the delicate voice of Xian Xian suddenly grew alarmed upon witnessing the unusual white flames of the leading bird. "The true Golden Phoenix fire!" Han Li remained calm on his face, yet his heart filled with great joy... At that moment, the magical bird across from him fully transformed into a massive fire phoenix, charging straight toward Han Li with fierce momentum. Before it even reached him, a wave of flame surged forth. Han Li felt the surrounding air shimmering with red light, countless clusters of bean-sized crimson flames suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Centered on Han Li, it seemed as though an entire space of several dozen zhang had been completely ignited. Yet, despite this remarkable phenomenon, Han Li paid it no attention. He simply took a deep breath and then suddenly exhaled. A silver orb of flame burst forth, swiftly morphing into a silver phoenix about a foot long. As soon as this phoenix appeared, a flash of silver flame rippled across its body, and the newly formed crimson flames instantly surged toward it, like moths drawn to a flame, darting and vanishing into its form. The previously unbearable heat instantly vanished, leaving no trace. Immediately, the silver phoenix swelled in size by nearly half. With a single movement, it advanced toward the white-flame surging great magical bird across from it. Though the magical bird had also transformed into a phoenix form, its body was nearly seven or eight times larger than that of the silver phoenix. Yet the silver phoenix showed no sign of fear. Upon seeing the silver phoenix appear, the magical bird's expression instantly grew strange—marked by both apprehension and surprise, but most prominently, an unmistakable hunger. As the white flame approached, the bird's eyes flickered slightly, seeming to hesitate, but then quickly filled with fierce determination. It then cried out in a series of loud, urgent calls, its body's flames rising several feet, before charging directly at the spirit-devouring phoenix. A tremendous roar echoed as the two collided. At once, the white and silver flames intertwined, and the two phoenixes engaged in fierce combat. Whether white flame or silver blaze, when they come into contact, they emit a strange crackling sound, as if utterly incompatible, continuously bursting and exploding. Despite its compact frame, the silver phoenix holds its own against the massive form of the magical bird. The two flames intertwine, constantly devouring each other. At times, the silver flame continuously engulfs the white flame upon contact, while at other moments, the white flame completely envelops the silver flame. Yet, Han Li only observed for a brief moment before his pupils slightly narrowed. He had already discerned that although the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Flame possessed a slight advantage in power, due to its relatively small quantity, it would likely be completely overwhelmed and consumed by the other flame within a short while. He certainly would not allow this to happen. Suddenly, Han Li pressed his palms together in a series of gestures and pointed one finger toward the distant void. "Pffft!" A series of slender, jade-green light beams, each as thick as a finger, erupted forth and, in an instant, plunged deep into the body of the silver phoenix engaged in the battle. These beams of light were dense and profound, their hue an unusually vivid cyan—each one formed from Han Li's refined true energy. A portion of the needles surged forth, piercing the silver phoenix with a sudden burst, leaving it riddled with wounds. Another portion shot straight toward Han Li, striking his azure light barrier with a single flick. Unbeknownst to all, these fine needles possessed some incomprehensible magic, effortlessly penetrating the azure barrier and then, with a sudden shift, materializing before Han Li, showering him with a relentless barrage. Han Li raised an eyebrow, remaining motionless, yet the crystal shield hovering before him suddenly shimmered, radiating brilliant light. Upon impact, the needles trembled, changed direction, and slid smoothly along the shield’s sides, then struck the void beyond. At the same moment, Han Li, without turning, extended one arm backward. The five white skeletal fingers in his hand flickered, and five rays of varying hues burst forth, coalescing into a vibrant, multicolored flame that swept through and absorbed the needles that had missed. With a swift swirl of this flame, the needles vanished entirely. On the other side, the Spirit-Feeding Phoenix was being relentlessly pierced by hundreds of fine needles, each one identical. Though its silver flame flashed and the body instantly restored itself to its original state, it could not truly remain unharmed—its power naturally diminished. The golden phoenix fire of the magical bird now struggled evenly with the silver flame. As Han Li observed this scene, his expression shifted slightly. Suddenly, he pressed his palms together in a series of gestures and rolled his body suddenly to the ground. In an instant, a brilliant array of five hues radiated out, followed by a resonant phoenix call that soared straight into the heavens. A five-colored phoenix, two zhang in length, materialized where Han Li had stood. With a sudden stroke of one of its wings, the phoenix drew a white line into the air. As the line slightly twisted, it revealed a faint, milky crack. The phoenix then spread its wings and partially disappeared into the crack. At the same time, above the magical bird and the Spirit-Feeding Phoenix, whose fiery bodies trembled, a similar white line appeared mysteriously. Beneath this line, the colorful phoenix protrudes halfway from its upper body.