"Restored seven or eight? With your mid-stage saintly cultivation, if you truly recovered half of your body, why not deploy your physical form to fight, concealing your spirit to launch a surprise attack on me? Even if your spirit recovered slightly faster than your body, it would still only amount to three or four parts. Now that your spirit has returned, I may not be able to match you alone—but as long as I summon two more allies, I can certainly eliminate you." Han Li merely paused slightly before coldly revealing this. Upon hearing Han Li's words, the magical ape's loud laughter abruptly stopped. A flash of blood light appeared on his facial mask, then suddenly, he extended his hand and reached out, palm upward, into the void. The purple blade, which had been battling two golden-munching insects at a distance, vanished in an instant. Next, the blade suddenly appeared in the ape's hand, shimmering and expanding to a length of several zhang, transforming into a massive purple sword. The sword swiftly swept across Han Li, leaving behind eight or nine deep, bowl-thick purple streaks in a flash. Yet having anticipated this move, how could Han Li allow the opponent to succeed? As the crystalline small shield before him flashed brilliantly, it expanded into a shimmering layer of radiant light, concealing his form behind it. A thunderous roar echoed as purple streaks burst across the surface of the translucent light barrier. Though most of the attack was split in two by the barrier, this strike carried far greater power than the previous ones—its residual force sent a powerful shockwave through the barrier, directly impacting Han Li’s body. With a sudden "whoosh," Han Li seemed utterly unresisting, his body launched backward and then vanished into the dark mist as he flashed past. "Your confidence is impressive," the magical ape remarked with a mocking smile, "but dare to challenge me with such abilities? Wait—no, young man! Where do you intend to flee?" The ape initially laughed in derision, but upon seeing Han Li fail to reemerge from the dark aura, a flash of blood surged across his mask, and he suddenly gasped, realizing something was amiss. The black and crimson magical aura suddenly reversed, surging into a powerful gust of magical wind. The magical wind surged forward, carrying a streak of brilliant light, and the magical creature plunged into the swirling mass of magical energy. However, as soon as the magical form of the magian entered the flow, an unexpected gust of strange wind pressed down, and a small mountain-sized mound, rising unexpectedly, crashed down upon it. The magical form of the magian paused momentarily, but paid it no mind—raising one arm, it struck the void with a solid fist, and instantly a powerful, invisible force surged forth. The magical beast no longer cared about the outcome, its gaze fixed steadily on the path ahead. Although the magical channel appeared utterly black and opaque, making it impossible for ordinary people to see anything, this holy-tier magical beast encountered no such obstruction at all. Thus, it could clearly see a few dozen zhang away, where Han Li stood motionless, hands clasped in seals, and the magical energy around him gently receded and rolled back, as if preparing for an extraordinary and powerful spell. "Die!" Upon seeing Han Li stand so confidently, the magical ape murmured to himself, yet did not immediately launch himself forward, instead carefully scanning the area around Han Li. However, what unfolded above his head next proved somewhat unexpected. The powerful blow previously delivered struck the base of the small mountain, causing only a slight tremor—instead of slowing, the mountain's descent quickened, and in a flash, it reached the ape's head, suddenly swelling several times in size and crashing down with a dense, dark mass. The ape was momentarily stunned, then emitted a cold exhalation, shaking his purple great sword. Instantly, several streaks of purple light flashed into view and coalesced into a thick, sweeping blade, which he then swung upward with great force, intent on cleaving the dark mountain into several pieces with a single stroke. Yet his movement proved slightly delayed—just as the mountain appeared to descend with imposing momentum, a flash of gray light shimmered through it, and like a foam, it vanished entirely. The purple streaks were swept away in the process. The ape stood still, his mind racing, now beginning to wonder at Han Li's true intention. But at that moment, it suddenly sensed something and abruptly lowered its head, re-focusing its gaze ahead. Han Li reappeared, one hand pressing seals while the other gently spread his five fingers upward. At a height of a chi from his palm, a pure golden sphere hovered motionless—its surface adorned with subtly undulating, character-like patterns, dimly glowing with a faint, almost lifeless radiance, as though merely an ordinary vessel. Yet upon seeing the golden sphere clearly, the demon ape was thrown into a state of profound astonishment, gasping aloud: "The Divine-Defeating Thunder Pearl!" With no further hesitation, the demon merely shifted his shoulders, and a surge of dark-red magical wind erupted, rushing directly toward Han Li, as if determined to leave him no chance to activate the golden sphere. However, just as the demon had traveled over fifteen zhang, Han Li remained motionless. Suddenly, a flash of golden light erupted from the ground, and two swords and one blade rose from beneath—unearthly and unexpected. With a mere flick of their blades, the two swords and one blade emitted sharp beams of light, cutting straight into the magical wind that enveloped the demon. Before the three had truly reached their destination, three waves of cold, sharp energy surged forth, seemingly remarkably keen. Though the magical ape was highly confident in his armored defenses and naturally did not expect to be struck randomly, he immediately halted his movement without hesitation, and with a series of three swift "whoosh" sounds breaking through the magical wind. Three streaks of purple instantly appeared, effortlessly shattering the sword's brilliance and the blade's light. However, as the magical wind paused, the man holding a golden sphere in his hands, Han Li, suddenly smiled gently at the ape. At that very moment, before the ape could even think of further accelerating his magical wind, he suddenly felt the surrounding scenery blur—countless large, jade-colored lotus blossoms burst forth from the walls of the corridor, their green light linking together to form a vast, shimmering green screen, fully enclosing Han Li within. The holy-rank magical ape had now been caught within the power of the sword formation, which, under Han Li's prompting, activated with full force. At that moment, the golden sword and blade that had risen from the ground shimmered and then vanished, dispersing into nothingness as if they had never been there. Simultaneously, at the spot where Han Li stood, a faint golden glow emanating from his body cast a subtle shadow. As the golden light flashed once, two gleaming armored soldiers emerged from the shadow—one wielding two slender swords, the other holding a single sword. These were precisely the two shadow puppets formed by the Jia Yuan Fu. "An array of swords! That does pose a challenge," the magical ape remarked, though surprised, he remained calm and merely murmured the words. At this moment, Han Li's gaze grew cold, and with a subtle mental incantation, he amplified the power of the sword array. The magical ape suddenly felt the surrounding air shimmer with a series of green flashes. One after another, massive green trunks, each as thick as a man, rose from the sky and crashed down upon him in a storm of blows. With a sharp hiss, the ape snorted, and as a flash of blood from his face mask illuminated the scene, he seemed to vanish entirely. Its face was grotesque, with two immense eyes like bronze bells pulsing with two clusters of violet luminescence. Upon close inspection, one could discern that within the violet glimmers, five-colored runes were flickering incessantly. Gazing at the dense array of towering green trees in the air, it expressed a faintly scornful expression. Then, with one hand, it suddenly reached out, seizing one of the falling green trees and plucked it from the air with a gesture, while ignoring the others that had crashed down. A resounding "thunderous boom" followed—then an astonishing scene unfolded! A translucent, shimmering hand materialized in mid-air, instantly breaking through the surrounding massive trees and snatching the otherwise unremarkable green trunk into its grasp. As its five fingers flashed with violet light, the green tree transformed into a sword about a foot long, its jade-like glow suggesting exceptional sharpness. At the very moment this sword shattered the illusion, all the trees that had nearly struck the magical ape suddenly flashed with a brief luminous spark and vanished entirely. The jade-green flying sword, however, kept trembling vigorously in the luminous hand, as though desperately trying to break free. But the magian monkey suddenly grew fierce, threw his purple giant sword aside, and charged straight at the jade-green flying sword with a swift slash. From the first glance, he had clearly judged that this flying sword must be his opponent's true essence blade—should it be severed into two parts, it would directly wound the opponent's spirit. Han Li, stationed outside the sword formation, had been initially surprised when the illusion spell was broken, but upon witnessing this development, his expression darkened immediately. He could not allow the magian monkey to succeed. If the jade-green flying sword had been a mere ordinary blade, unrefined and uncultivated twice, and if the opponent's internal cultivation power had surpassed his own, then the sword might indeed have been completely subdued and the situation truly dire. However, thanks to the divine ability of the sword spirit manifesting as an ethereal presence, the flying sword itself could now effortlessly shift between solid and intangible forms. Han Li merely extended his hand and lightly pointed at the floating sword within the formation. With a loud "crack," the jade bamboo honey-sword seized by the large hand instantly flashed with a surge of green light and dissolved. At the very next moment, in the empty space some dozen zhang away, scattered points of green spiritual light emerged, then coalesced into a single glow, and there the green flying sword materialized once more from nothing. The sword flashed once, then vanished again, rejoining the sword formation. The magical ape stared, momentarily stunned, before a fierce gleam flashed across his features. He pressed a hand seal, and his purple-lit eyes instantly became brilliant, with faint five-colored characters sweeping continuously through the depths of his pupils. Finally, his gaze paused—stilling—on Han Li, standing just outside the sword formation. "Spiritual Vision," Han Li thought, his heart settling firmly. His earlier doubts vanished entirely. This Saint-level magical ape's eyes possessed a spiritual vision power comparable to that of the Ming and Qing spiritual vision masters. That was why he had instantly discerned the sword formation's illusion, pierced through the veil of the array, and directly located Han Li.