Han Li, transforming into a colorful phoenix and then deploying the spatial magic of phoenix-like spiritual creatures, instantly bridged over several dozen zhang to materialize directly above the battlefield where the spirit-consuming fire bird and the magical bird were engaged in combat. However, the magical bird below, having previously observed that the fine needles it had launched failed to take effect on Han Li, had already been startled and instantly redirected a portion of its mental focus toward him. Thus, Han Li’s transformation was clearly visible to the magical bird. The female face of the bird now revealed a touch of apprehension. After all, the True Spirit Heavenly Phoenix was renowned as the sovereign of all birds. Even the Golden Bird, another True Spirit being, naturally faced a half-strength suppression when encountering the Heavenly Phoenix. Of course, Han Li had only temporarily manifested the phoenix form through his spiritual transformation, falling far short of a genuine Heavenly Phoenix. Nevertheless, the true Heavenly Phoenix blood circulating within him was authentic. Likewise, the magical bird itself was not a true Golden Bird but merely a variant with partial lineage inherited. Thus, as soon as the magmatic phoenix sensed the unique aura emanating from its true blood, the beast instinctively felt a growing sense of fear. Added to the earlier demonstration of the Spirit-Eating Phoenix's prowess—its ability to consume the Golden Orpheus's true flame, thereby completely neutralizing the latter's previously invincible powers—the magmatic phoenix hesitated and, without further thought, emitted a sharp cry, suddenly projecting a luminous white light column. Then, contracting its white flames, it attempted to withdraw. Yet, since the Spirit-Eating Phoenix itself had been formed from the spiritual flame within Han Li's body and was linked to his mind in a way more intimate than most of his own life-long spiritual artifacts, Han Li merely thought of it, and the silver phoenix opened its mouth, projecting a slender thread of silver and gold. This was precisely the ethereal light of the Spirit-Eating Heavenly Flame, refined during its ancient cultivation. Though the white light column was as thick as a bowl and the silver-gold thread resembled fine thread, upon contact, the light column instantly solidified and reflected back along its original path. Though the magical bird possessed no ordinary cultivation, the fact that its own attacks were rebounded back caused it great disarray. With a sudden, thunderous flap of its wings, it swept two streams of white light from either side, barely managing to deflect the radiant beam. Yet at that moment, the fine silver and golden threads flashed and had already reached its front. Recognizing the unusual nature of these threads, the bird dared not meet them head-on, and its form trembled as it attempted to sidestep. However, at the very moment, a powerful sound of phoenix-like cries erupted from its crown, and a vast expanse of jade-green light descended swiftly and strangely, moving with unparalleled speed. This was precisely the colorful phoenix that had fully emerged from the crack, its body feathers fluttering momentarily before a soft, misty glow swept silently down. Given the bird's swift movements, it should have been able to evade this. But suddenly, the silver flame, which had been interwoven with the golden sunfire on the opposite side, solidified and curled back, instantly transmitting a tremendous force. Under the influence of this divine power, the startled phoenix was carried off-balance, its body shaken, and immediately enveloped within the radiant green light. Though the bird was entirely enveloped in surging white flames, upon contact with the green light, the flames melted away like spring snow melting into gentle streams. This green light seemed to possess a mysterious power, perfectly countering the true fire of the Golden Bird. As the green light enveloped the magical bird's body, it felt its form grow suddenly heavy, as though it had become as solid as a mountain. The bird was startled not merely by this restriction, but by the fine silver and golden threads now reaching its brows and forehead—there was no time left to retreat. The coordination between Han Li and the Spirit-Eating Fire Bird was precisely timed and effective. Despite this, the bird's face turned fiercely pale. Yet, suddenly, it opened its mouth wide and drew in a deep breath. At that moment, the previously floating white magical core suddenly flashed once and instantly materialized before the bird's face. It had evidently decided to use this object to provide temporary defense. The bird's confidence in the solidity of its own core was unquestionable—believing it could withstand even a direct strike from a top-tier treasure without a single flaw. Yet, an utterly unexpected development occurred. The fine threads of gold and silver struck the magical core, yet made no sound, passing through as if unnoticed. A deep, resonant "puff" echoed, and suddenly, a dark hole appeared mysteriously between the bird's four eyes. The gold and silver threads had pierced straight through. A piercing, high-pitched cry burst forth from the bird's mouth. The previously dimmed white flames on its body surged dramatically in response to the cry. With a powerful spread of its wings, the seething green light that had previously confined it cracked and fragmented. Then, no longer concerned with the fierce assault from the spirit-fire phoenix, the white flames that had been locked in a tense struggle with the silver flames suddenly severed. In a few vigorous wingbeats, a towering column of white fire erupted from its body, spinning smoothly, and at once generated both wind and fire power, transforming instantly into a vast expanse of white flame. This magical bird stood within the white blaze, its wings flapping with an extraordinary grace. Suddenly, above the flames, centered on the magical core, a vast, ghostly form of a monstrous bird—over ten dozen feet in length—emerged. The form was pale gold in hue, with dark black eyes resembling a crow, and three claws sprouting from its underbody. "Indeed, the true essence of this spirit bears the traces of the Golden Crow's lineage!" The colorful phoenix above suddenly shimmered with a radiant glow, and Han Li reappeared in human form, gazing at the golden bird phantom floating above the flames, murmuring softly. At that very moment, the magical bird in the midst of the flames raised its head and emitted a long, resonant cry. Instantly, the four surging streams of white flame surged upward, like moths drawn to a flame, converging upon the golden bird phantom. Upon touching the phantom, the flames vanished silently, merging without a sound. In just a few breaths, the immense silhouette drew the golden phoenix flames into itself, its entire body glowing brilliantly, and its form suddenly became thick and solid, as if tangible. Yet, a layer of white flame still burned across the surface of its golden feathers. Within this white flame, silver runes surged and rolled, their momentum now far greater than before. Below, the magical bird glared fiercely at Han Li, its expression fierce, clearly preparing to summon its full form and launch a more powerful assault. Yet strangely, upon glancing up at the towering golden phoenix and then down at the magical bird, Han Li suddenly smiled lightly. He then raised one hand, pointing at the bird, and uttered the word "reverse" three times in succession. The bird paused, startled, and then grew furious, shaking its wings in preparation to act. But just then—unexpectedly—something remarkable happened! The magical phoenix suddenly shuddered, then let out a piercing cry as it plummeted straight downward from the sky. Mid-fall, its body curled into a tight ball, turning an unusually deep purple and black, and a thick, pungent odor spread out, quickly transforming into a solid mass of dark purple liquid—its spirit seemingly unable to escape. This was precisely due to the potent toxins contained within the spiritual vortex and its radiant light. These toxins were not only exceptionally deadly, but the victim often showed no symptoms at first. Compared to the strange moth it had previously encountered, however, this golden crane clearly struggled far more in resisting the poison. It responded with such delayed sensitivity, and once symptoms appeared, it instantly turned into a pool of toxic liquid, utterly unable to withstand it. Although the True Blood of the Golden Sun Bird was highly cherished, it had no technique of transformation within the Jingzhe Twelve Decrees that he had cultivated. Even if he obtained it, he would hardly be able to make much use of it. Then, perhaps it would be better simply to let the Spirit-Feeding Fire Bird consume it and see whether any transformation could occur. After all, this fire bird already possessed spirit and would willingly absorb things that were beneficial to its own evolution. Unexpectedly, after consuming the toxic water, the fire bird did not return but instead soared upward into the sky. It was strange indeed that, following the demise of the magical bird, the magnificent Golden Sun Bird form did not immediately disintegrate and vanish. Instead, its once-lively, sparkling eyes lost their radiance and faded completely, leaving it lifeless and motionless—like a puppet. The silver fire bird surged directly into the body of the giant Golden Sun Bird, gulping down the entire form with great vigor and swiftly consuming it whole. It was either because the time had come, or due to having absorbed too much golden phoenix fire at once. Immediately after the last streak of white flame was swallowed by the fire bird, a flash of luminous light rippled across its body, and it resumed its original size of a few chi. Without a word, it shot straight toward Han Li. It finally vanished completely upon entering Han Li’s body. As a result, below, apart from the white magical core and the shimmering, motionless fine needles hovering nearby, everything else was now empty. Han Li made no ceremony. With a simple flick of his sleeve, a wave of azure light surged forward. The magical core and the hundreds of fine needles all vanished in a flash of azure light. At this point, Han Li turned around and glanced at the silvery-blue light screen formed by the spring-lit sword array behind him, a faint smile playing on his face. With a single hand gesture, the silvery-blue screen cracked into fragments, and layer after layer of azure lotus blossoms gradually dissolved into nothing. In the end, it returned to its original form—seventy-two azure flying swords, quietly humming, suspended in the air on all four sides. At the very center of these flying swords, four fragments of magical birds—each severed into dozens of pieces—hovered silently. These four magi birds, initially at the first stage of Lingxu, had all been slain in a single breath by the power of Chunli's sword array, despite their chaotic attempts to breach it. Han Li, observing this scene, showed no surprise. With a simple flick, he moved swiftly to the side of the broken bodies and, after a brief pause, gently collected all the remains into his storage bag as the shimmering light swirled around them. Though he sensed the Golden Orpheus true blood within the birds' bodies to be rather faint, it still carried a subtle trace. Thus, he could wait until the Spirit-Eating Fire Bird had fully absorbed its earlier acquisitions before allowing it to continue feeding. Such true spiritual blood was exceedingly rare even in the spiritual realm—something he would never waste. After completing these tasks, Han Li moved with several swift steps and unexpectedly reappeared beside the other two. He then said calmly, "Good. Everything has been taken care of. Let's go." Hearing Han Li's calm words, Yue Zong had been utterly stunned for quite some time. In his mind, Han Li might be impressive, but no more than a ninth-rank being from the Upper Clan. What had just happened? This very being, only at the seventh rank of the Upper Clan, had effortlessly eliminated so many high-ranking magical birds within just a cup of tea's time—so effortlessly. These magical birds weren't only of the ninth rank, but even possessed true spiritual blood, being mutated forms of the magical birds! All of this left Yue Zong absolutely astonished, still finding it hard to believe what he had just witnessed. He simply stared at Han Li, his face filled with disbelief.