The warrior from the Rong clan, who was guiding the banner below, was utterly stunned. Without pausing to think, he suddenly struck his forehead with a sharp blow. To his surprise, his coarse, greenish fur shot off in a swift "whoosh." Yet the silver measuring rod, hovering uncertainly, seemed to glide through the green shimmer, finally striking his head with solid force. The protective glow of the Rong clan member, which had normally shielded him, appeared to vanish entirely, as if powerless against the massive silver rod. The rod plunged straight through him, shattering his head like a watermelon, splattering blood in all directions. With his head now gone, the body wavered and rolled off the flying carriage. A sudden "pffft!" followed as a green silhouette burst forth from the body, encasing a small figure of jade-green hue, who, pale with fear, darted swiftly past the Rong warrior guiding the bronze mirror, shouting in alarm, "Lao Xiong! Save me!" But just as these words left the small figure's lips, there was a thunderous crash—a slender shadow materialized from the heavens, descending with the speed of a flash, and struck the small figure, reducing it to ashes. The colossal silver measuring rod barely paused, then flashed once more, transforming into three identical shadows that swept toward the other three members of the Rong clan. Though the shadows shimmered subtly, the accompanying gusts of wind and thunder were deafening, creating an impressive spectacle. Upon seeing their companions' bodies obliterated, the remaining three Rong clan members were filled with shock and fury, and immediately deployed their defenses—each unleashing a sheer veil of gray silk and a black shield, positioning them in front of themselves. However, when two of the shadows struck these barriers, only a burst of silver light erupted before they vanished—revealing them to be mere illusions. "This is bad!" the two Rong clan members exclaimed simultaneously, though it was too late. The Rong clan member who had been wielding the bronze mirror raised his hand and released a wheel-shaped artifact to intercept the final shadow. Yet the shadow of the measuring rod vanished as it flashed before the Dharma Wheel. At the very next moment, however, the mid-section of the silver rod protruded from the empty space just a few inches away from the separated ethnic group, striking with ethereal grace upon its fierce face. Lightning flashed, and countless silver arcs burst forth from the rod. A tremendous roar erupted, and the Weng ethnic warrior instantly turned to ash, his true essence barely having time to escape. The other two Weng warriors, witnessing this, immediately grew pale. But when the silver rod spun and then manifested dozens of rod-shadows, sweeping over them, one suddenly cried out fiercely: "Retreat! This person possesses remarkable prowess—we cannot withstand him!" As soon as he spoke, the foreign warrior stepped on the flying chariot beneath him, and the rhombus-shaped chariot emitted a resonant hum, transforming into a surge of jade light and shooting backward. After a few swift movements, it slipped out of the rod-shadows' reach. The other Weng warrior also suddenly realized what was happening, quickly raising one hand and forming a seal, which he then struck upon the floating relief in front of him. The flying carriage trembled, its slender wing-like appendages spreading out, and five-colored runes shimmering on its surface, as if it were about to vanish completely. Yet at that moment, a soft voice echoed from above the carriage: "Would you now wish to depart? It seems rather late now!" As soon as the words were spoken, a deep, resonant "thunder" rolled out—a dark, solid mountain suddenly materialized on the carriage, towering over a hundred zhang in height. At the summit of the mountain stood a figure motionless. It was Han Li! He had seemingly summoned the geomagnetic peak of the earth at an unknown moment, materializing across the void. Below, the two figures exchanged a heavy breath. One of them flashed a stern expression, rubbed his palms together, and as a soft "pff" sound emerged from his body, a strange, emerald flame burst forth, then coiled into a long, serpentine form—over ten zhang in length—before surging upward and charging into the sky. Another figure roared, his form instantly swelling to nearly twice its original size, his two arms thickening considerably. With sharp, precise fingers, he reached out and grasped the air. A surge of rushing sounds erupted, and a dense array of claw-like spearpoints materialized, sweeping upward to cover the space. They had no belief that these attacks could kill their opponents—only that they might slightly delay the enemy’s lethal assault, giving the flying chariot enough time to pierce through the void and vanish swiftly. By now, upon witnessing that Han Li had slain two of their own kin in a single encounter, these two foreign warriors had lost all desire to fight, merely wishing to flee. Han Li narrowed his eyes and stepped firmly with one foot onto the mountain beneath him. The Yuanmagnetic Peak shimmered, then plunged downward amid a brilliant glow. Suddenly, as silver runes on its surface flared to life, the massive mountain vanished into the void. The fire dragon and the clawed spears struck directly into the now-empty space. Two Ron clan members felt a massive black shadow flash past their heads, then suddenly emerge, pressing down upon them with unyielding force. "Unfortunate!" Their spiritual prowess clearly surpassed that of the two previously slain, and though they barely managed to dart away from the flying carriage in a flash of lightning-fast movement, they both surged forward as streaks of brilliant light, heading in opposite directions. The rhombus-shaped flying carriage, however, endured the heavy blow from the magnetic pole mountain and shattered into a vibrant cluster of five-colored spiritual light, vanishing completely into the heavens. Yet at this moment, someone who glanced upward at the peak of the black mountain noticed that Han Li had vanished entirely. The very next instant, one of the Ron clan members, still in the midst of his retreat, heard a thunderous roar above him, instantly alarmed and quickly raised his hand. His black shield expanded into a dense cloud of mist and surged forward, while green flames erupted from his body, forming a protective layer of fire that enveloped him. But all he heard was a cold snort, followed by a rising hiss overhead. A hundred, even hundreds, of jade-green sword flashes burst forth from a newly materialized winged figure, cascading down like a tide. As the green light rippled, the dark clouds and the fire shield were instantly sliced into countless fragments. When the dense waves of swordlight receded, they coalesced into slender, misty green threads, drawing together simultaneously to form a vast net. A piercing cry rang out. Though the Rong people scrambled, releasing several protective items in quick succession, the jade-green bamboo-hive sword threads proved astonishingly sharp and precise. In a single flash, they severed the Rong warrior’s physical form, spirit essence, and treasures into countless fragments. In the other direction, the towering Rong warrior, startled by the cry, shivered with sudden alarm, yet pressed on, urging his flight-light forward with all his might, never turning back. But he had only just traveled several hundred paces when suddenly a ripple of spatial disturbance surged ahead, and a golden figure emerged from the space in an eerie manner, precisely blocking his path. The Weng tribe members' faces changed, yet with a firm determination, Ruan didn't slow down; on the contrary, he accelerated slightly. At the same time, he flicked his hands—his left hand now holding a long, dark-bladed sword, while his right hand suddenly expanded into a massive form. The dark blade, slightly blurred, swept once, sending a series of sharp black blade flashes that connected seamlessly. Meanwhile, his expanded right hand reached out into the air, and a green giant claw materialized above the golden figure, plunging down with a powerful grasp. Black energy spiraled continuously at the tips of his fingers, creating an astonishing momentum. At that very moment, the previously somewhat indistinct golden figure suddenly began to radiate a series of varying-sized purple seals across its body. Then, with a flash of golden light, it solidified into a tangible being—a three-headed, six-armed form. None other than the Buddha's Golden Body. Originally, while Fenglei Fei was using his Wind and Thunder Wings to pursue the Rong clan members heading in another direction, he also released his second Yuan-Embryo and his Golden Body to hunt down the fleeing ones on this side. As the black light flashed, dozens of blade streaks arrived at his immediate vicinity, and at the same time, the air above his head tightened, the green giant claw arriving directly at his head. Yet the Buddhist Saint's Golden Body showed no sign of evasion—instead, a fierce expression flashed across one of his faces, his two hands moved slightly, and suddenly two golden great blades materialized in his palms, cutting straight through the black blade attacks before him. With the other two arms, he shattered the air, sending a dense array of golden fist-images crashing into the green giant claw. As for the remaining two arms, they converged toward the front of the Golden Body, then separated, and suddenly a sphere of golden light emerged. The Golden Body closed both of its heads, and simultaneously, two distinctly different incantations resonated, overlapping and echoing from his mouth. At once, the golden orb spun rapidly, growing to the size of a head and spinning faster and faster, gradually forming a shimmering golden vortex—remarkably mysterious! When the black blade touched the golden edge, a brilliant flash erupted, with golden light and silver gleam intertwining, creating a moment of stalemate. Meanwhile, the green giant claw in the air, battered by numerous golden fist-shaped attacks, flashed with brilliant streaks of light and collapsed almost instantly. However, for this brief moment of resistance, the last figure of the Rong clan, manifesting as a streak of radiant light, momentarily blurred and then vanished into the void ahead. At the very next instant, a ripple of spatial disturbance appeared十余丈 behind the golden form, and the Rong clan figure emerged from the light, its glow dimming, preparing to flee once more. Yet at that very moment, a single head within the golden form of the Buddha Saint suddenly murmured softly: "Vortex of Golden Light." The golden vortex held between his hands flashed and vanished from his grasp. At a few feet behind the Weng people, a flash of light revealed an eerie golden vortex, which instantly expanded to the size of a dozen paces. A rumbling thunder sounded within the vortex, accompanied by faint sutra chants emanating from within. As the Weng people were just driving their flight spells to escape, they suddenly felt the surrounding air grow dense, their flight spells instantly immobilized. "Ah!" cried one of them, still unable to summon another spell when a powerful, irresistible suction surged from behind. With a sharp "whoosh," the foreign warrior was swiftly drawn into the vortex like a bolt of an arrow. A piercing cry followed, then a thunderous explosion. The golden vortex trembled slightly before settling back into calm, undisturbed. At this moment, the golden figure turned around, ceased chanting, and with one hand forming a seal and the other extending a finger, gently touched the vast vortex. With a swirl of golden light, it rapidly shrunk, and in a moment, returned to its original size, before finally vanishing without a trace with a single dull sound.