The Shijin insect said nothing. This secret technique simultaneously activates three divine powers—the Ban-Sheng True Magic Technique, the Qingyuan Sword Technique, and the Vajra Technique—channeling them all into a single, powerful strike through the true magical form. The Ban-Sheng True Magic Technique and the Qingyuan Sword Technique are nothing extraordinary! Yet the Vajra Technique, originally a body-strengthening cultivation method, is capable of releasing its internal energy independently through this method—an exceedingly rare phenomenon. This technique, which Han Li calls the "Three-Element Slash," achieves far greater power due to the complementary synergy of three fundamentally different types of vital energy, surpassing even a single type of energy release by several times. Indeed, the recent slash had drawn in nearly half of Han Li’s internal energy. Thus, although the three-colored swordlight appeared compressed and unimpressive, the strike itself was nearly capable of cleaving mountains and opening seas. Combined with the simultaneous attacks from other techniques, as long as the black magical ape endured, Han Li had over seven in ten chances of finishing it off with a single sword stroke. At that moment, the blue electrical arcs struck first, landing upon the purple battle armor that had formed on the giant ape Yet, a sudden upheaval occurred within the spell array! The blood-red bed, its body adorned with glowing runes, suddenly emitted a brilliant bloodish radiance, instantly enveloping the purple-armored figure lying upon it. The surging electric arcs struck against this bloodlight. It remained unclear what kind of treasure this blood-bed was, yet despite the overwhelming assault, the bloodlight merely trembled slightly and held firm. However, moments later, the three-toned sword lights and the two golden beetle creatures also collided with the bloodlight. A tremendous roar followed, and the entire hall shuddered violently, instantly submerged beneath a vibrant, multicolored glow. As if a brilliant, colorful sun had suddenly risen at the heart of the spell array, dazzling in its brilliance! From afar, Han Li's eyes flashed with a subtle blue light, yet his hands remained motionless. One hand suddenly pointed toward the distant, empty sky, while the other palm pressed a series of gestures, accelerating the Bodhisattva's celestial image atop his head. With a clear, resonant cry, before the explosion beneath the hall had even ceased, the spirit-consuming phoenix swiftly folded its wings and surged downward, plunging directly into the radiant light. At once, amidst the blinding sunlight, countless streaks of silver flame appeared and vanished in a flash. As the golden image on Han Li's head surged forward, the massive swords in his six arms dissolved, replaced by dense clusters of golden orbs jetting forth from his palms. A roaring golden gale surged upward, instantly engulfing everything in the hall. A powerful wind pressure radiated outward from the center, forcing Han Li to retreat two steps even though he stood far from the main doors. Suddenly, his expression changed, and the attack from his head image abruptly ceased. At the same time, Han Li shook his sleeves, causing a layer of gray light and a swirling band of five-colored flames to rise before him, forming a solid protective shield. A small crystal shield also shot out from his sleeve, gracefully intercepting the oncoming force. Han Li remained motionless, quietly gazing toward the distance without speaking. Although he possessed the ability of spiritual vision, the blinding brilliance of the explosion made it impossible for him to see clearly. Yet, something felt off in his mind. Regardless of the severe injuries this Saint-stage magian monkey might have sustained, he had remained silent throughout and shown no reaction at all at the epicenter of the blast. This was indeed unusual. A being of Consolidated stage, even if truly slain by him with a single sword stroke, would hardly remain so composed. While pondering this, Han Li was about to scatter his divine awareness to scan the surrounding area. Suddenly, however, a strange, creaking laughter erupted from the hall. Han Li stiffened, instantly drawing his awareness back toward the golden whirlwind. A thunderclap roared, and the golden whirlwind, along with the massive luminous orb within it, shattered into fragments as several delicate purple streaks flashed across its surface. Then, amidst the booming explosion, both the whirlwind and the orb instantly dissolved. The massive array at the center reappeared instantly. Han Li focused his gaze, his eyes involuntarily fluttering with excitement. The entire purple array had been completely destroyed, its edges pitted and scarred with countless craters, some sections even vanishing entirely. A dark, roughly one-zhang-wide groove had also formed in the center, splitting the entire hall's floor in two. Yet what surprised Han Li most was that the bloodbed—precisely positioned along this groove—remained undamaged. Indeed, a figure had already risen halfway to a seated position on the bloodbed. It was the black magical ape clad in purple armor. Aside from its three yellow spines atop its head, every part of the creature was fully encased in armor, with not a single inch exposed. Even the eyes on its face mask were replaced by two white crystals, leaving no trace of expression visible. From a distance, the beast appeared like a colossal metallic automaton. However, the purple armor itself was far from intact. Not only did numerous areas crack, but several sections had even melted and turned black. Yet within the two large hands, encased in the armor plates, each firmly grasped a glowing golden object—precisely the two mature golden-bodied insects belonging to Han Li. These massive insects showed no mercy, biting down firmly on each of the middle fingers, refusing to release their hold. It remained unclear what material the war armor was made of, yet it not only withstood such a powerful assault but also resisted the insects' attempts to bite through it within a short time. Clearly, the magical ape held the golden insects in high regard, willing to sacrifice its fingers to secure a firm grip on both. Otherwise, if the insects managed to find a vulnerable spot on the purple war armor and bite into it, the ape would certainly have been in serious trouble. Nevertheless, none of this was the most striking sight. Within a moment, the gaze shifted to something hovering before the opponent—there, shimmering brightly, was a fragment of a blade, half a foot in length. The blade glowed purple, yet the upper portion of its blade had vanished, leaving the entire body somewhat translucent, with something subtly moving within. "That's..." Han Li narrowed his eyes, now clearly seeing the form within the fading purple blade. It appeared to be an entity neither fully a dragon nor fully a phoenix. At first glance, it resembled the feathered dragon of the Jiao Chi clan, but upon closer inspection, it was distinctly different. Though it possessed massive wings and a body similar to that of a dragon, these wings bore no feathers—instead, they were covered entirely in purple scales. Moreover, it had not one pair of wings, but two, one large and one smaller. Most strikingly, a long, golden horn emerged from its nose, giving it a somewhat comical appearance. Yet Han Li showed no expression of surprise, his gaze narrowing to the point of his pupils. With every movement this unknown creature made, the remnants of the blade shimmered in response. The immense spiritual pressure radiating from above made Han Li take a sharp breath. Though this object was already broken, it still emitted such astonishing spiritual power—imagine what it would be like if it were intact! Clearly, this Saint-Rank beast, though severely wounded, carried treasures of no ordinary nature. Securing it would not be as straightforward as he had originally anticipated. Han Li quickly pondered this in his mind. In the hall above the giant ape, a shimmering light array materialized spontaneously. Within the array, a vast palace silhouette appeared and faded, as though it were not of this mortal world. The palace shone with a brilliant silver glow, countless characters swirling and dancing upon its surface, and a celestial melody subtly emanated from its center. Yet, when someone paid close attention to listen more closely, the music vanished entirely. This was the Nine Palaces, Heaven's Dry Symbol! The light array spun once, then a silver beam shot straight down. In an instant, two attacks reached the giant ape simultaneously. Yet the ape showed no intention of evading. Behind its mask, a deep, eerie laugh once again rose. With a slight, blurred fist movement, it swung one arm. A tremendous "thud" echoed, and at that moment, a wave of dark, misty energy surged forth from within its body. The silver flames that had just approached were instantly swept aside and completely extinguished. The silver light column above was momentarily pushed back by the surge of energy, halting in midair and unable to descend. Seeing this, Han Li frowned, and without a word, suddenly intensified his spell. The celestial music within the light array suddenly boomed, and the palace-like silhouette expanded several times in size, then plunged straight downward, enveloping the magical ape. The image of the palace was vivid and majestic, commanding an impressive presence. The ape raised its facial mask slightly, lifting its head to gaze upward. At that moment, the broken blade before it seemed to shift slightly, and a slender streak of purple light sliced through the sky. After the flash of purple light, both the descending palace silhouette and the upper light array split in two and swiftly dissolved into nothingness. Han Li watched this scene, his face naturally changing, yet before he could think of any further action, the broken blade suddenly rose upright, then gently inclined toward Han Li's position, and subtly moved. Immediately, a second streak of purple light appeared before him. At the same time, the magical ape, seemingly moving with extraordinary slowness, merely shifted its shoulders slightly before suddenly vanishing in a blur. The next instant, a flash of purple light revealed a figure clad in purple armor appearing beside Han Li, its massive fist crashing directly downward toward his head. Despite the two layers of luminous screens shielding him in front, Han Li felt a sudden "whoosh" in his ears before the fist even reached him—an invisible wave of sound mysteriously piercing through the screens and reaching his ears. A sharp "crack" and a deep "thunderous boom" echoed simultaneously throughout the hall. After the purple glow faded, a soft, misty wave of white vapor swiftly engulfed the spot where Han Li had stood.