During the vigorous counterattack of the previous magical ape, the Yuanmagnetic Light and the Five-Color Cold Flame that Han Li had deployed were only slightly resisted before both were ultimately shattered. Though the ape's immense strength was formidable, the purple fragment of its blade proved especially powerful—striking from a distance with such force that it was hard to defend against. Drawing upon his extensive combat experience, Han Li immediately devised the strategy of using the Golden-Feeding Insects to absorb the impact. He did not summon many additional golden insects, but instead integrated the Buddhist Saint's True Magic Form with his own body and, using his four arms, manifested four precious artifacts, simultaneously striking the ape's two fists. At the same time, the two captured Golden-Feeding Insects loosened their sharp teeth and vigorously flapped their wings, exerting a powerful surge. These transformed insects possessed inherent strength, and together with the combined effort, they successfully tore the insects free from the ape's fists. Immediately thereafter, the two insects shot off toward the distant blade, where they began to engage in a persistent struggle. Seeing this, the ape simply raised its fists and began to strike Han Li with relentless force. Yet, with Han Li's physical strength so formidable, he showed no fear, thus establishing the current situation. The war monkey's armor and his purple blade were exceptionally powerful, but what truly frightened one was his immense physical strength. Although Han Li had not yet deployed all six arms, the Buddha-Saint True Magic Technique had been pushed to its peak, still falling slightly short of the monkey's capabilities. Nevertheless, due to the monkey's own severe injuries, he believed his current tactics were sufficient against Han Li and, beyond using his fists, did not summon any further magical abilities. Only then could Han Li, after adapting to the monkey's elusive speed, begin to defend himself effectively. However, even ordinary treasures struck against the purple armor made little impact—merely leaving surface marks. This strange purple armor seemed to encase the giant monkey like an unbreakable turtle shell, making Han Li find it particularly challenging. It appeared that alternative strategies would have to be devised. Han Li remained expressionless, silently pondering within. He inhaled deeply. Suddenly, a hand concealed in the sleeve stirred, and a hand of pure, jade-like whiteness emerged. As the ghostly howl rose, five white bone skulls materialized. Opening their mouths, they unleashed a surge of five-colored cold flames, which rolled toward the magical ape. Then, with another breath, Han Li exhaled a small, jade-green cauldron. The cauldron spun smoothly, and countless strands of green silk burst forth, rushing toward the opponent to entangle him before vanishing in a flash. At the same time, a thunderous rumble rose behind Han Li, and a pair of feathered wings unfolded from his back. The wings trembled slightly, and his form instantly transformed into a streak of bright green and white electricity, shooting straight toward the hall's exit. He had planned to temporarily stall the magical ape with these two divine techniques, using the time to escape and increase the distance between himself and the creature. Then, he would lure the ape into the spring-lit sword formation at the corridor's end. Only by harnessing the power of the sword formation could he trap the ape and ultimately defeat it with all his remaining abilities. Yet, nothing could have prepared Han Li for what happened. As he had just paused at the main gate, a flash of pale-blue electric arc suddenly surged, and then—unexpectedly—something extraordinary occurred. At the side of the gate, in the void, a flash of crimson light erupted, and a blood-red object several zhang long appeared mysteriously, plunging straight down with a forceful impact. It was the bloodbed that the magical ape had previously trod upon! A flash of golden light struck the bloodbed solidly, four weapons hitting it with firm force. A thunderous roar followed, as golden light and blood glimmers intertwined, yet the bloodbed only paused slightly before continuing to press down steadily. Han Li's face darkened. As the swirling waves of punches coalesced, they suddenly transformed into two massive black-and-white fists, each as large as a human head, and surged upward in a single strike. Yet at that very moment, Han Li suddenly felt an eerie, bone-chilling cold surge from his back, rising straight through his body, causing a fine network of small bumps to appear on his skin without any prior sensation. "Unfortunate!" Though he did not yet know what danger had arisen, trusting his intuitive senses deeply, he immediately snapped his two hands together. One hand swiftly pointed toward the crystal shield, which had shrunk back to its original size due to flight, to instantly activate it. The other hand pressed a seal, as if initiating another spell. But it seemed too late. Almost simultaneously, a sharp "plush" sound rang out! A shimmering white line flashed briefly in the void just behind Han Li's back, and then a blood-red arm extended forth from it, grasping with fingers curled like hooks. The golden aura of protection surrounding Han Li, and his body as strong as that of a top-tier treasure, seemed surprisingly fragile—no more than paper—under this grasp. Only slightly blurred, the blood-red arm pierced straight through Han Li's body and emerged from his chest. Han Li stared at the half-arm now visible on his chest, his facial muscles twitching, his eyes wide with bewilderment, as though he still couldn't believe what had just happened. With a strange laughter, a blood-red shadow leaped out from the crack and roared in glee. The blood-arm that had pierced Han Li's body then retracted, opened its mouth, and revealed a full set of jagged teeth, biting straight toward Han Li's head. Yet at that very moment, something astonishing occurred. Han Li's body was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering green light, and in a flash, he vanished into points of green light, leaving behind only a green seal on the blood-arm where it had pierced through. The blood shadow, startled by the empty bite, gasped and immediately turned its head toward the entrance. There, before the surge of magical energy at the gate, a flash of green light revealed Han Li stepping out, his face slightly pale. The blood shadow fixed its gaze on Han Li's chest, and was instantly stunned—there were not a single wound, nor a single drop of blood on his body. Had it not been for the large tear actually ripped open on the front of his qing-pao robe, Blood Shadow himself might have believed that his earlier strike, which seemed to have pierced through his opponent’s body, had instead been caught in a deception. His gaze shifted once more to the original blood-arm, and there, it was no longer entirely empty—instead, a scroll shimmering with emerald light now occupied the space where the arm had been pierced through. His expression stirred, and with a movement of his other arm, he reached out immediately to grasp the scroll. Yet at that very moment, Han Li, standing outside the gate, emitted a cold exhalation and uttered a single word: "Receive." The emerald scroll flickered and instantly transformed into a streak of emerald light, vanishing completely within Han Li’s body in a single flash. This scroll, naturally, was Han Li’s "Spirit-Transmutation Scroll," which he had nurtured day and night since arriving in the Spiritual Realm. With his current cultivation level and several centuries of continuous cultivation, the scroll’s power now far surpassed its potency during his days on the Human Realm. Thus, although he had not yet summoned his treasures for protection, at the very moment when the opponent's claw pierced through his robust flesh, he suddenly activated the Spirit-Transformation Seal in advance, allowing it to absorb the life-shattering blow instead. Had he not done so, despite his strong body enabling him to escape the unexpected attack, he would certainly have sustained severe injuries. However, this Spirit-Transformation Seal would now be temporarily unusable and would need to be cultivated anew for over a hundred years. Yet, this place is precisely where the great demon ape is said to rest—so what kind of being is this blood-shadow, and how has it come to appear here? Yet, upon hearing the blood-shadow speak in human words, it clearly regards itself as the demon ape. Could it be that the blood-shadow is indeed the embodiment of the demon ape? Han Li's expression remained uncertain, his eyes flashing with blue light as he observed the blood-shadow from head to foot. Though the blood-shadow was enveloped in a layer of bloodlight, appearing hazy and indistinct, Han Li, with his spiritual vision, could see it clearly and distinctly. The pupil suddenly narrowed. This blood-shaped figure, though seemingly intangible, appeared exactly as the magical ape clad in purple armor—identical in form and appearance. It too bore three antlers on its head, a broad, jagged muzzle, and arms that extended well past the knees. Seeing Han Li standing motionless, silently gazing at it with hesitance, the blood figure sneered and suddenly raised a hand, gesturing toward the distant purple-armored ape. Instantly, the purple-armored ape moved forward, taking steady steps toward them. Meanwhile, the blood figure shifted, transforming into a streak of blood-colored light that shot forth and vanished instantly into the purple armor. "Huff!" A surge of dark-red magical energy unrolled from the purple armor, and a profound spiritual pressure rose skyward—none the wiser for any injury. Standing so far away, Han Li was also startled and took several steps back upon being struck by this astonishing spiritual pressure. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he immediately recalled a secret technique recorded in the "Tuo Tian Mo Gong"—he gasped aloud, "Spirit Body Divided into Elements!" "Huh! How do you know the name of this technique? Indeed, I have been using it to heal. Though the process carries some risk, it has enabled my recovery speed to increase by more than double. By the way, you're rather unusual. A being from the Spiritual Realm, yet you've been practicing one of the top-tier Mo Gong techniques from our ancient Magian realm. Though it has undergone several modifications, its power remains quite intact." A soft "Hm!" came from the purple battle armor, followed by a cool inquiry. "So it seems, your injuries have healed quite well!" Han Li's face instantly turned grave. "Haha! Though my physical body has recovered more slowly, my spirit essence has already regained nearly all its strength. If you're wise, come here and let me suck out your essence. If you're satisfied, perhaps I'll even release a strand of your spirit to reincarnate you." The magical ape laughed loudly.