In a moment of desperation, the woman let out a sharp cry, opening her delicate mouth. However, before the blood glow had fully merged into the fan's surface, the jade fan suddenly flashed with a brilliant light and gave off a crisp, cracking sound—shattering piece by piece, vanishing into a heap of fragments mid-air. At that very moment, the silver flame on the opposite side had completely absorbed the blood flame. The woman, now bathed in the blood glow, displayed a look of sheer astonishment and fury. This blood fan was no ordinary treasure—the blood flame it emitted was an exceptionally venomous,阴fire that, upon contact, would immediately seep into a person's body, even if they were protected by a rare or powerful artifact. Since the damage began from within, it was utterly impossible to resist. Normally, this woman's blood flame was invincible. Yet this time, before it even reached韩立, it was entirely consumed by the strange flame released by the other party—leaving her utterly stunned and amazed. At the same time, due to the precious treasure's spiritual connection, the young woman's body surface shimmered with a trembling glow of blood, and involuntarily expelled a stream of pure blood, making her complexion even paler. Yet she dared not slacken her efforts, for the silver phoenix across from her had gathered its myriad silver feathers and surged back with renewed vigor. Wiping away a streak of blood from her lip, she arched her dark brows and suddenly struck her slender waist. "Crack!" A burst of blood light shot out, spiraling before transforming into a blood-red gourd, only palm-sized. This was her other key treasure. As she murmured incantations, the gourd's mouth opened, radiating a brilliant glow of blood. "Pffft!" A cascading surge of blood water erupted, then surged into a mighty wave of blood, rushing directly toward the silver phoenix, engulfing it. The wave carried a strong, fresh blood scent, with subtle strands of dark energy embedded within, exuding an unusually cold, somber chill. The Shengling Fire Bird, upon seeing the blood-water, felt a certain apprehension and did not directly intercept the crimson tidal waves with its body. Instead, it opened its mouth and expelled a surge of milky-white light. When the white light met the blood-water in midair, they intertwined and rolled together, emitting an odd, hissing sound. Some of the blood-water instantly transformed into hazy steam and dispersed. This white light was the genuine essence of the Golden Sun's fire—pure yang—and thus, it naturally counteracted the yin and malevolent nature of the blood-water. The silver bird continuously spewed out the white light, while the blood-hanging gourd released its blood-water in a steady, unbroken flow. It remained to be seen whether the white light would fully evaporate the blood-waves, or whether the blood-water would ultimately consume the white light entirely—depending on which of the two—the blood gourd or the silver fire bird—could endure the longest. For now, the two found themselves locked in a stalemate. Yet, as soon as Han Li glanced at the woman constantly stirring the Blood Gourd, he quickly shifted his gaze, then briefly surveyed the green-haired foreigner and the elder named Yan, before a flash of cold light in his eyes settled firmly upon the green-haired foreigner. Though all three possessed the peak level of Xuangong cultivation, the elder named Yan clearly exhibited the weakest aura, while the crimson-draped woman had the strongest, and the current figure's cultivation stood in between. As long as he could first eliminate this one, the alliance among the three would surely be shattered. With this thought in mind, Han Li took a deep breath, and suddenly a thunderous sound erupted behind him. A pair of translucent feather wings materialized, and a golden glow surged over his body, revealing shimmering golden scales. With a single flap of his wings, Han Li vanished into a streak of pale and azure electricity. At the same time, the lotus that had previously stood beneath his feet instantly transformed into a hundred streaks of bright green light, which split into two waves and shot toward the elder and the woman glowing in blood hues. The elder and the woman, upon seeing these sword lights, whose gentle green glow had not yet reached them, were already startled—before the sword winds even reached them, the sound of them slicing through the air filled the sky, causing their expressions to shift instantly. The elder of the Yan surname suddenly spun around swiftly, and at once a silver disc shot out from his body, transforming into several dozen discs in a flash. The brilliant silver light spread out, forming a shield that blocked the incoming green sword beams. The blood-draped maiden, meanwhile, simply opened her mouth and expelled a spray of blood threads, which instantly transformed into fine, fresh-red needles, like strands of silk. A flurry of "ting-ting-tink" sounds erupted as these needles wove in and interlaced with the next wave of sword light. Where they collided, brilliant flashes of light burst forth. Thus, though both the maiden and the Yan elder had momentarily repelled the green sword beams, they could no longer attend to anything else. Upon seeing Han Li vanish into the distance, the green-haired foreigner immediately sensed something was amiss and promptly pressed a hand seal with one hand, then shook his shoulder, causing a strong yellow glow to descend. At the very same moment, a thunderclap burst above his head, and as the lightning flashed, a figure of jade-green hue materialized. With a swift roll of her sleeves, she extended a hand of pure white, like jade, and pressed it downward into the void. Five-colored flames surged forth from her fingertips, then instantly coalesced into a luminous, five-hued hand, which struck down with powerful force. Meanwhile, the distant celestial tripod, radiating brilliant light, suddenly roared with a deep resonance. A cascade of silvery hair shot forth from its mouth, only to vanish instantly upon leaving the tripod's rim. The green-haired foreign being had been on high alert all along; upon sensing Han Liangfa's arrival through her spiritual awareness, she immediately reacted when she saw the five-hued hand descend. Without hesitation, she urged forward the yellow bronze gong she had just summoned. The gong trembled, then burst forth with a brilliant yellow glow, transforming into a streak of yellow light that surged upward and swiftly charged toward the descending hand to deliver a decisive strike. This bronze gong, an extraordinary treasure obtained by the green-haired foreign race from an ancient ruin, is not only exceptionally sharp but particularly adept at breaking spells and dissolving inner energies. Should it encounter ordinary changes of foundational cultivation, a single strike would typically immediately achieve success, capable of fully shattering the opponent's defenses. Yet this five-colored great hand was formed by Han Li condensing five hues of radiant light—far beyond the reach of ordinary foundational cultivation. When Huang Hong's strike landed upon it, the surface glow of the hand merely flickered, only cleaving through its outer layer by a fraction, and then halted completely, unable to advance an inch. Han Li's eyes flashed with brilliance, and swiftly activated a series of internal techniques. Instantly, the five-colored hand expanded in volume, and its five fingers suddenly closed tightly, firmly grasping the bronze gong. The green-haired foreign race drew in a sharp breath, transferring internal energy to prepare for another magical maneuver. However, at that very moment, a ripple of disturbance surged through the surrounding void, and a tuft of silvery hair unexpectedly materialized, swiftly enveloping the green-haired foreign race in a tight, seamless embrace, as if transported instantly. The people of the foreign race were naturally astonished. Without hesitation, they swiftly activated their inner spell, and instantly a layer of green flame surged from their bodies, roaring and dancing vigorously. Yet, an odd phenomenon unfolded. Despite the intense surge and swirling of the green flame, the silken strands clinging to their bodies remained as stubborn as a persistent parasite—flickering with luminous sparks, yet utterly unbroken and unaffected. At the same time, the Five-Color Great Hand rolled with a surge of light and descended. Instantly, a colossal force materialized, pressing down upon the green-haired alien's body with a crisp, cracking sound—like the sound of something about to shatter completely. This was due to the unique nature of the alien's cultivation technique, which granted exceptional strength to their physical form. Otherwise, a mere ordinary being would have collapsed under such immense pressure. Even so, the green-haired alien's face turned crimson with effort, unable to evade the solid impact of the Great Hand as it struck directly upon their head. With a loud "thud," the alien's head, resembling a watermelon, was crushed flat by the force of the palm. The flowing silken hair on their body momentarily scattered, and their body instantly lost all breath, collapsing and falling to the ground. Yet, barely a few meters from the point of impact, as the body began to descend, a deep, resonant rumble echoed. Suddenly, a surge of green flame erupted from the shattered skull, flashed briefly, and then vanished without a trace at a distance. At that very moment, at another spot some thirty zhang away, a ripple of space surged, and a patch of green flame emerged, within which a small humanoid figure seemed faintly visible. Yet before this figure could even attempt to cast a spell and teleport away, a flash of azure light suddenly appeared, and a flying sword several feet long materialized, descending with a swift, lightning-fast strike. The figure had no time to react or dodge—only to emit a piercing cry as it was severed in two, then dissolving into scattered green glimmers. Their hearts sank simultaneously, and they exchanged a glance, each reading deep fear in the other's eyes. Han Li narrowed his eyes, moved his small cauldron slightly in his hands, and seemed ready to take further action. And at the same time, the black mountain peak, slowly descending from a milky-white cloud mass above the elder of the Yan surname, vanished like a phantom.