A vast surge of spiritual energy was rapidly compressed and then violently erupted, generating immense spiritual pressure. A massive wind column surged upward from the ground, spreading out in all directions and nearly engulfing everything within several miles in a hurricane-like force. Simultaneously, waves of spatial disturbances rolled outward in all directions at high speed. Even though Han Li and his companions were already a thousand li away, they could clearly sense the devastating, annihilating aura emanating from the distant scene. Their faces all showed subtle concern. If they had reacted any slower and remained trapped within that spatial realm, things would have truly gone awry. "It's not good," Li Shui'er suddenly exclaimed. "Those Jiaochi people have come this way—very swiftly. They're approaching now." "They've indeed detected our presence and are now employing secret techniques to lock onto us. We can't stay here any longer—we must immediately split up and flee. The Jiaochi people have remained here for such a long time, clearly with significant intentions. They won't necessarily pursue us relentlessly." Han Li seemed to sense something at the same time, his expression growing serious as he spoke softly. Now that the treasures were secured, they had originally planned to part ways. Hearing Han Li's words, the other two naturally had no objections. "Then I shall take my leave first!" Shi Kun immediately bowed deeply to Han Li and the two, then surged forward as a beam of yellow light, vanishing swiftly. "Han brother, we shall meet again in Yun City in a few months," Liu Shui'er said with a gentle smile. As she shook her sleeve, a silver single-tree boat, about the size of a palm, shot out and, with a swift motion, expanded to a length of several zhang, appearing directly beneath her. With a simple movement of her feet, she gracefully stepped onto the boat. At the same time, a ripple of energy surged through the air, and a cluster of five-colored spiritual light burst forth from the void, entering Liu Shui'er's arms—revealing a small, winged fox. With the spirit beast safely returned, Liu Shui'er had no further hesitation. A flash of silver light, and her solitary boat appeared dozens of zhang away, soaring through the air in a new direction. Han Li observed this, his eyes flickering slightly. With a single hand gesture, a thunderous crack echoed, and a pair of translucent feather wings materialized behind him. A gentle flap of the wings sent a streak of silvery-white light racing forth. In a few swift movements, Han Li had vanished hundreds of zhang away, now appearing at the far end of the sky. At that moment, a sharp sound of rushing air filled the area, and a small white snake emerged, swiftly vanishing into the light streak. The light streak paused only slightly before resuming its full speed and surged onward, disappearing at the sky's edge. A short while later, at the far end of the sky in another direction, a flash of luminous energy revealed a series of flowing light streaks connecting into one. With a roar, they arrived at the spot where Han Li and his companions had previously stood. As the light streaks settled, a group of ten or so individuals in varied attire stepped forth—all members of the Jiao Chi people. A young man stood at the forefront, with a golden horn growing from his head, his face unusually gloomy. "These people are indeed sharp—quite agile in their escape. Yet, when we were plotting something significant, there were members of their own people quietly observing us from the sidelines. Had it not been for our activation of the seal, we might never have noticed them. We cannot simply let them go unharmed. Cold-Han and Bai-Guo, you two take the others and pursue the remaining two. I will personally go after this last one." The young man issued his command with gritted teeth. "The envoy of Shu will have no worries. We will certainly fulfill our duties," the two other members of the Angle-Ci people promptly bowed in response. The man was in his forties, tall and robust, his skin covered in dense scales, with a pair of blue curved horns atop his head, exuding great strength and vigor. The woman, on the other hand, was petite and graceful, with a delicate face, a short white horn several inches long extending from between her brows, dressed in a silver garment of an unknown design. After giving a wave to the others in the group, both of them instantly saw three figures leap out from the ranks and stand behind them. "You all come along with Cold Brother as well—I’ll manage alone," the young man said, frowning slightly upon seeing four others still motionless. "But, the Envoy..." The remaining four members paused, one of them hesitating and murmuring softly. "Hmph. Have you forgotten what I'm carrying this time? Even without using my Heavenly Saint Artifact, my powers are far from intimidated by a mere upper-clan member," the young man snapped, speaking with unwavering determination. Hearing the young man named Shu Shi speak thus, the remaining four exchanged glances, finding his words convincing, and promptly nodded, dividing themselves into pairs to join either the tall, broad-shouldered man or the young woman in white. Then, under the guidance of the two, these Angle-Ci figures rose into the air, transforming into a dozen brilliant streaks of light, racing off in different directions—exactly toward the path taken by Liu Shui'er and Shi Kun. In a moment, only Jinjiao Youth remained. The youth drew his gaze from the distance, coldly gazing toward the direction where Han Li had vanished, then pressed his hand against his waist. A soft "whoosh" sounded, and a cluster of yellow light shot forth. A long, resonant roar echoed, and a monstrous creature resembling a lizard, entirely deep yellow in hue, materialized instantly. It had six legs and two large pairs of fleshly wings that expanded it to over ten zhang in length, appearing fearsome and imposing. Jinjiao Youth shifted slightly and suddenly stood upon the creature's massive head. With a single hand motion, a snail glowed blood-red yet translucent floated into his palm. However, most of the creature's body was curled within its shell, its two tentacles gathered into a loose cluster, appearing languid and relaxed. Frowning slightly, Jinjiao Youth flicked his fingers with the other hand, sending a fragrant breeze sweeping out. A crimson pill, the size of a green bean, shot straight toward the snail. The previously lazy snail suddenly stirred, its head swiveling and instantly shooting out like a lightning bolt from its shell, swallowing the pill whole in one gulp. The young man raised one hand, murmuring incantations continuously. At once, the snail's two antennae extended into long, slender tendrils, precisely pointing in the direction where Han Li was retreating, glowing with brilliant red light. Seeing this, the young man with the golden horn flashed a cold gaze, then lifted one foot and stamped it firmly against the ground. A golden flash erupted, and simultaneously, the four thick wings of the six-limbed lizard beat powerfully. A yellow-hazy gust of sand surged up, completely engulfing the creature. After a moment, when the wind and sand settled and dispersed, the monster and the young man vanished completely, leaving no trace. ...The translucent, pale light filament that Han Li had transformed into moved with an astonishing speed, flickering in and out in the air. Within a short while, it had already traveled over ten thousand miles. Yet, as it glided through the light, Han Li's eyes flickered constantly, his divine awareness scanning continuously throughout his body and surroundings, his brows Not long after beginning his flight, he felt as though he were being locked down by some mysterious force, persistently纠缠, refusing to let go. Despite repeatedly searching, he could not locate it—clearly not a mere secret technique or spell. Thus, no matter how swiftly he flew, he could not fully escape the pursuing forces behind him. Moreover, though his current flight technique was astonishingly fast, it came at a considerable cost in spiritual energy. With his cultivation level now severely depleted, he could not sustain this high speed for long. It seemed only by eliminating the pursuers behind him could he finally break free from the relentless pursuit. Through a few subtle maneuvers during his escape, he had learned that the most persistent of the trailing forces—the Jiaochi clan—was actually just a single individual. With that, after once again failing to find what he was seeking on his person, Han Li swiftly shifted his thoughts and a killing intent emerged. With his current peak state of late Immortal Realm and numerous great abilities, even if his spiritual power had been significantly diminished, he was certain that he could easily handle a peer-level pursuer. While thinking thus, Han Li did not immediately cease his flight but maintained his present speed, continuing to surge forward. After flying another several ten thousand miles, Han Li felt confident that even with reinforcements arriving, the pursuer would not be able to reach him at such a distance in the near future, and thus he gradually slowed his flight and came to a stop. Standing upright, Han Li raised his sleeve without hesitation, and dozens of small green swords surged forth, vanishing instantly into the surrounding void. Then he folded his hands behind his back, raised his head, and gazed steadily toward the direction from which he had come, remaining motionless in the air. Not long afterward, a roaring sound emerged from the distant horizon, and a strong yellow wind swept in. This wind came with an unusually fierce force; before it even reached Han Li, it already roared with thunderous claps of lightning, and as the yellow wind swept past, it vanished, revealing a massive lizard with six legs and four wings in the distance. Han Li saw this scene, his lips twitching slightly. Suddenly, a golden glow surged from his body as he grasped it with one hand and delivered a single punch toward an empty space beside him. Before the punch made contact, a golden fist-shaped shadow detached itself and shot out, flashing swiftly to transform into an exceptionally solid, massive fist. Where the fist's wind passed, the nearby void emitted explosive sounds and began to tremble and warp. "Boom!" The golden giant fist burst apart at a distance, spreading a radiant golden aura that enveloped everything within several zhang. Suddenly, a startled, furious roar erupted within the aura, followed by a sudden burst of yellow light that immediately intertwined and tore through the golden glow. The six-limbed lizard emerged awkwardly from the surrounding void, spewing out yellow light and desperately defending against the golden light's assault. At that very moment, noticing Han Li seemed momentarily distracted, the young man with the golden horns grew stern, flashing his black spear, which then vanished silently from Han Li's hands.