These two had witnessed a few of Han Li's true powers firsthand, so when the blood-illuminated figure suffered a slight setback, they were not overly surprised. Under Han Li's spiritual gaze, they had also clearly discerned the figure's appearance—she was a graceful young woman with dark eyebrows and a delicate mouth, dressed in a blood-red imperial robe. Though she had now withdrawn her two flying swords, her jade-faced expression was filled with astonishment. Clearly, the power of the yuan-magnetic light had not only startled her but also instilled in her a deep sense of apprehension. The three now encircled Han Li, each silent, yet none showed any intention of allowing him to leave. Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly and glanced toward the distant horizon. There, the fire clouds continued to roar with thunderous intensity, their power seemingly even greater than before, yet black waves of water were rising from below, periodically crashing against the fire clouds. Yet seemingly their attributes were entirely opposed, and as they intertwined, a violent explosion erupted from the heavens, shaking the entire sky and making it tremble as if it might be torn apart at any moment. Han Li's eyes flashed, and his thoughts swiftly spun. "Master Yan," Han Li said, "I recall that your nephew, Yue, traveled with me into the mountain range. Since you are here, I wonder if he might also be nearby." After a brief pause, it was Master Yan who spoke first. "Indeed, that's rather unfortunate. Yue was recently murdered and has now perished." Han Li's expression grew serious, and he did not conceal this news. "He has already passed away," Master Yan exclaimed, asking in surprise, "Could you tell me who was responsible?" "When Yue encountered his adversary, no one else was present with him. As for the details, I must confess I cannot be certain," Han Li said, frowning slightly. "Oh, truly so," Master Yan's face darkened, clearly skeptical. At this, Han Li could only shake his head with a quiet sigh. It seems that he believes his own downfall is closely tied to that of Yuezong. However, since he has no personal acquaintance with the elder, there's no need for him to elaborate. After a glance at the other two, he calmly asked, "Given your current stance, do you intend to keep me here?" "Hmph. Why ask such a question? As soon as you hand over Zhixian, you may leave at any time," the green-haired foreigner said, his eyes flashing with sharp intensity. "Zhixian? Hah, do the other two also intend to keep Zhixian?" Han Li chuckled and turned to the other two. The elder with the Yan surname slightly stiffened, but remained silent. Meanwhile, the woman whose eyes glowed with bloodlight spoke coldly, "We don't have much time left. If all three of us strike now and defeat him, we will then divide Zhixian among ourselves. Otherwise, that magical crocodile and his iron-winged subordinates will arrive, and our possessions will surely be lost." "Having said this, the woman immediately rubbed her hands together, and a flash of blood light illuminated the air—before a fan blazing with blood flames appeared in her hands. Though only about a foot in size, the fan was translucent and shimmering, carved entirely from pure white jade. Yet, etched across its surface were dense, intricate blood symbols, each glowing like flames in vivid crimson—an appearance truly strange and remarkable. "Well, to secure one-third is better than nothing at all," the green-haired outsider agreed without hesitation, though she was fierce and resilient. She then flipped her palm, and a delicate, ancient tripod pot appeared, spinning smoothly before expanding into a size of several feet and hovering motionless before her. Upon seeing the other two act similarly, the elder of the Yan surname hesitated only slightly, then, with a determined breath, shook her sleeve. A beam of silver light shot forth—revealing a silver seal, originally no larger than an inch in size. But as soon as it rolled downward, it instantly grew to several tens of zhang in height, simultaneously emitting thunderous and lightning-like sounds. The alliance of the three was now fully formed! Seeing this, Han Li felt his lips twitch slightly and sighed inwardly. These three were all top-tier Xianxu stage beings; their speed of movement could not be expected to fall behind his own. If he wished to avoid battle, it would likely prove impossible. His only means of escape would be to truly defeat or annihilate all three. This realization had already taken root in him after he had previously engaged and captured Zhi Xian. Thus, upon observing the three's actions, he did not feel any sense of urgency. In fact, even before the three launched their attacks, he raised a single hand and performed a gesture in the void. Instantly, the shadow of the black small mountain before him surged upward, layer upon layer of gray light, rushing straight toward the elder. Before it had fully descended, the mountain suddenly expanded within the myriad beams of radiance, growing to dozens of zhang in height and pressing down with a dark, overwhelming weight. The elder of the Yan surname was startled, barely thinking, and stepped back, retreating with a swift leap. At the same time, he struck his silver seal with one hand, pointing it toward his own body. The seal emitted a resonant hum, instantly swelling to several times its original size, then surged upward to meet the mountain in the sky. A thunderous roar erupted, and a brilliant, piercing light burst from the base of the mountain. The sky trembled violently, and an invisible ripple spread outward in concentric waves from the point of impact. Though the silver seal was itself a powerful artifact, it could not withstand the immense strength of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain, which had undergone a secondary refinement. Although it only slightly supported the mountain, it ultimately cracked with a sharp, brittle sound, utterly unable to resist the extraordinary weight of the black mountain. The massive mountain then descended with great force, sweeping out vast swaths of gray mist that enveloped the elder. The elder's face turned pale with alarm, and as he opened his mouth, a delicate, milky-white gauze burst forth. As the silk scarf moved, it instantly transformed into a vast expanse of white cloud, drifting upward and settling above the head. At the same time, the elder's face shimmered with white mist, and his ten fingers continuously snapped toward the sky, sending a series of colorful spells flashing into the cloud. Upon the black mountain touching the white cloud, it seemed as though it had struck a piece of cotton, and most of its force vanished without a trace. The milky-white cloud trembled, then gently lifted and supported the mountain. Han Li was slightly taken aback by this. However, during this brief pause, the green-haired foreigner and the woman glowing with crimson light both moved simultaneously. The green-haired foreigner opened his mouth, spitting out a ball of green, misty energy onto the cauldron. The cauldron emitted a deep hum, and its lid soared skyward. Immediately afterward, a beam of radiant light burst forth from the cauldron, spreading out and causing the surrounding heavens to shift in hue. A heavy, yellow wind surged forth, then coalesced into several yellow wind dragons, charging directly toward Han Li. As for the woman glowing with blood, she merely gently waved her blood fan. At once, the characters on the fan shimmered and flashed, accompanied by a series of sharp "pops." Countless streams of blood-colored flames surged forth from the fan's surface, rushing toward Han Li in dense, rapid waves. As soon as the two made contact, they immediately began to bite at each other, locked in a fierce struggle. On the other side, the silver phoenix spread its wings and gracefully advanced toward the cascading waves of crimson fire balls. These fire balls shimmered with blood-like flames, vivid and pulsating, clearly no ordinary flames. Even the woman dressed in blood-red court robes, who had been calm and composed, seemed confident in the power of her blood fan. But at that very moment, her expression suddenly changed to one of surprise. For the silver phoenix, though only a few feet in size, seemed poised to plunge directly into the midst of the fire balls, suddenly emitted a clear, resonant call, and then powerfully扇ed its wings—its body instantly swelled out like a balloon, expanding at an astonishing pace. From one zhang to three, five, ten zhang—within moments, the phoenix had grown to a colossal thirty zhang in height, its feathers now a silvery-white hue, with silver glyphs shimmering and glowing faintly throughout. From a distance, it shimmered like a luminous silver phoenix, so bright that one could hardly meet its gaze. Han Li was struck by this sight. Though he knew that after the Spirit-Siphoning Fire Bird consumed the Golden Sun's true flame, it would surely evolve, he was still amazed at how dramatically it had transformed—especially since the Golden Sun's true flame had not yet been fully refined. The Spirit-Siphoning Fire Bird itself possessed a certain degree of spirit and did not require Han Li's vigorous prompting; merely by a sudden shake of its wings, the silver feathers on its wings shot out in a cascade, appearing as if countless silver arrows were launched simultaneously. In a flash, they precisely pierced each blood-red fire sphere. A continuous series of "thuds" echoed. The fire spheres immediately began to warp and bulge, then burst open, scattering into scattered sparks of crimson flame. The woman was startled and furious, yet did not truly lose her composure. She tossed her blood fan skyward with one hand, while with the other, she pressed a series of gestures—her fingertip steady and solemn. A flash of inspiration, and a column of blood-colored light burst from her fingertip, vanishing instantly into the blood fan. The characters on the fan rippled and surged, swiftly forming a series of strange, array-like patterns that kept shifting and evolving. At once, the scattered blood flames far off flickered and darted off toward new directions, as if attempting to re-coalesce. Yet at this moment, the silver feathers that had pierced through suddenly flared up fiercely, transforming into large, fist-sized spheres of glowing silver fire. As these silver orbs trembled, a sharp rushing sound erupted, and they surged forward, shooting toward the scattered blood flames. Any blood flame struck by a silver orb instantly vanished silently, swiftly absorbed within it—without offering the slightest resistance. In an instant, the swirling blood flames vanished halfway into thin air. Seeing this, the woman in the bloodlight grew suddenly pale.