At the very instant the Qing Feng's immortal spirit was about to extinguish, among the misty haze hundreds of feet away, the magical bees humming and darting across the air flashed a brilliant glow on their bodies, emitting a series of sharp "pupu" sounds. From the collapse of the massive jade peak to the dispersal of the two magical souls, it wasn't a matter of mere moments. Han Li didn't even glance at the fallen corpse of the magical eagle. His gaze shifted, fixed on the final high-rank beast far off. His eyes were cold and piercing. Naturally, the Double-Horned Beast had already observed everything unfolding here, and was now deeply startled, his face subtly turning pale. Though the giant bee and the magical eagle were not vastly inferior in cultivation to himself, their defeat had come swiftly and unexpectedly—both were easily slain in a single encounter, with neither managing to escape even their immortal spirits. How could this not send a shiver through the entire creature? While he acknowledged that some of the victories might have been due to surprise attacks, he firmly believed that, had he been in their position, he could not have achieved such clean and decisive victories over his two companions. Nevertheless, this magical beast exhibited a certain odd What exactly was the lure that appeared just now, and what was the golden shadow that later emerged to be struck down in one blow? They had clearly sensed a strong spiritual pressure emanating from above—otherwise, they would not have been so easily deceived. Regardless, if he went up alone to face them, he would surely meet a fatal end. It would be better to wait for reinforcements to arrive and then devise another way to eliminate them. If all else failed, he could simply risk violating the agreement between the mountain range and the outside world, setting up an ambush at the entrance and eliminating the opponent there. The high-ranking beings from outside would hardly take the matter personally enough to go back to the mountain and argue with several Saint-tier elders over a single individual. This dual-horned magical mind truly demonstrated exceptional insight—having recovered from his initial astonishment, he immediately formulated a sound strategy. Thus, as soon as Han Li glanced at him, he suddenly reached out both hands and made a swift, empty gesture. With a series of "whoosh" sounds, two iron hammers flashed and shrunk down to their usual size, then returned to his hands. Then, with a sudden exhalation, he once again projected the triangular bronze mirror he had previously summoned, swiftly pointing it with one hand. A shimmering wave of cold light erupted from the mirror's surface and surged downward, enveloping the area below. A strange phenomenon unfolded. As the cold light receded, the towering form of the two-horned demon seemed to vanish entirely from its original position. Moments later, the bronze mirror trembled slightly and suddenly transformed into a fleeting outline, vanishing into the void in a single flash. This sight left Han Li at a distance momentarily stunned, more than a little surprised. Yet, he quickly grew serious, his pupils flashing with a deep blue luminescence, creating a swirling, mesmerizing effect that made it seem as though his very spirit had been drawn into the depths of his gaze. Noticing something significant, Han Li raised one hand and quickly pressed his two fingers against his brow. A mass of dark energy rose and solidified, eventually taking the form of a perfectly black, ink-like eye—none other than the Eye of Annihilation. As the妖目 took shape, its eyes flickered instantly, with a flow of dark light rippling through—subtle runes swirling and surging within the eye. A soft sound followed, and a slender streak of black light, as thick as a human finger, shot out from the shattered divine eye, then vanished into the void without a trace. Holding two massive hammers, the figure launched them with a roar, charging straight toward the person above. At the same time, a flash of crystalline light erupted from his chest, sending a blue banner soaring forth, which then shimmered into a translucent, bluish veil, enveloping his form. The dual-horned demon, however, flashed with a surge of dark light and shot backward like an arrow, aiming to increase the distance between himself and Han Li. Yet Han Li would not allow the demon to achieve his purpose. Suddenly, a thunderous crack of emerald and pale lightning erupted in the sky, the electric hue shifting into a brilliant, silvery arc. Then, his form swelled dramatically, rolling forward to transform into a colossal, several dozen feet long, jade-colored phoenix. With a spread of wings, the phoenix plunged downward, trailing waves of silver arcs as thick as large bowls. Its speed was so swift that, barely had the silver light flashed, its massive claws had already seized the pair of black hammers flying toward it. A roar of thunder surged forth! The hammers, like thin paper, were instantly crushed by the claws and then burst into fragments, crying out in lament as waves of silver serpents shot out from And at that moment, the colossal claw made no hesitation, seizing the blue luminous screen on the two-horned dragon's body. Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary blue screen flashed with light and instantly transformed into a crystalline light shield. Whether it was electric arcs or the immense force of the claw, once it made contact, the force seemed to vanish entirely—absorbed without effect. Seeing this, the two-horned dragon within the shield exhaled deeply, a gentle smile spreading across his face. Yet, before he could take any further action, a sharp, piercing cry suddenly erupted outside the shield. The green phoenix's hooked beak flashed into a series of green streaks and struck down. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three thunderous impacts resonated at the same spot on the shield. Then, a sharp crack—crystalline light shield began to crack at that very point, inch by inch, until it dissolved into scattered points of blue light. "Ah!" the two-horned dragon inside gasped, raising both arms upward simultaneously. A roar of rushing wind erupted, and countless black claw-spikes surged forth, interweaving to form a dense, intricate network of claws that blocked the giant's head from above. Yet the azure great pheasant still moved. Its hooked beak flickered, and a streak of azure light flashed down, plunging into the midst of the claw-spikes. Instantly, a surge of silver lightning erupted, tearing the claw-net asunder. The azure light vanished as swiftly as a phantom's glimpse... The body of the Twin-Headed Mage, along with his immortal spirit, had already been completely vaporized by the fierce, brilliant lightning, vanishing entirely from the world. Only behind the scene remained that strange triangular bronze mirror! The azure great pheasant suddenly contracted in size, and in the flash of spiritual light, transformed once again into human form. Han Li quickly glanced at the mirror, then raised his hand, and instantly a suction force appeared, drawing the now-unclaimed treasure into his hands. He bowed slightly to examine it closely. Yet, in his hurried inspection, he found no immediate significance in it. Still, he found the object quite intriguing. This mirror could unite the magical energies of multiple beings and even carry them through the void to distant realms—clearly no ordinary artifact. He was curious as to how this mage had obtained it. With a simple wave of his hand, the mirror suddenly emitted a golden glow and then vanished. Previously, in order to swiftly eliminate his opponent, he had consecutively summoned the Taiyi Huaqing Seal and two Jia Yuan Seals. But now, with this treasure in hand, he felt he had not suffered any real loss. Han Li pondered in his heart and had no intention of lingering further. With a surge of light, he once again transformed into a streak of jade-green light, rushing swiftly toward the deeper reaches of the Mist Sea. "Yes," the other beasts bowed respectfully in unison. Then, a surge of magical wind swept through, and five of them plunged directly into the misty sea. Half an hour later, at the very spot where Han Li had slain the two-horned monster, these beasts reappeared one by one. They gazed around with expressions of wonder and curiosity. Among them, a creature resembling a duck, but with a single white horn growing from its head, suddenly flashed into a beam of white light and vanished in an instant. This sudden action naturally drew the attention of the other beasts, who exchanged puzzled glances. Yet only a moment later, a ripple of magical energy surged downward, and the duck-like creature emerged from the midst of it. On each of its webbed claws, however, there remained fragments of broken cow's horn—only the size of a clenched fist. "These are the divine horns from Master Wuqi's head," one tiger-shaped beast said, his face pale with concern, murmuring, "How did they end up here? Has Master Wuqi truly passed away?" "It seems the three of them have truly perished. How remarkable is this pursuer!" The small beast narrowed his eyes, murmuring softly. "Then what shall we do now? That stranger has already vanished without a trace. We can no longer track him." The serpent beast's expression shifted between gloom and uncertainty, and he asked hesitantly. "Hmph. Even if I could locate him, I wouldn't be able to pursue further. Since he has already defeated the five others, we likely wouldn't stand a chance ourselves. Let's simply return along the original path!" The small beast gave a sharp exhalation, speaking without hesitation. "But then, upon our return, how shall we explain ourselves? The master will surely be furious." The other beast expressed concern, speaking slowly and carefully.