"Indeed, among the demonic beings I previously defeated, only such a lineage-based secret technique could have unconsciously implanted a tracking mark upon me. However, your inner composure seemed rather unstable just now—your very bloodline mark was stirred as a result. Otherwise, I might never have detected your presence." Han Li smiled slightly, then waved his sleeve, sending a silver orb of flame that instantly consumed the pale blue aura into ashes. "Given your standing, you must be no stranger among the demonic ranks. Please state your name." The silver-clad maiden's eyes flashed with a hint of lethal intent. "Hmph. I am Lord Li, a senior disciple under the Bloodlight Sage, a human. It was you who killed my grandson. Today, I shall have you sliced to pieces, your spirit extracted and refined." Despite facing two cultivators at the Consolidation stage, the elderly unicorn elder showed no sign of fear, his eyes blazing with intensity as he fixed them upon Han Li. "Is that so? Then it shall depend entirely upon your ability." Han Li chuckled, showing no concern at all. It was no surprise—given his prowess, even a magian at the early Consolidation stage barely registered as a threat. "How could one of you manage to challenge us two together? Brother Han, there's no need to waste more words on him. This magian, appearing alone here now, is precisely the moment we should strike and eliminate him." With an icy, cutting tone, the Silver Light Maiden moved her hands, and before her, the two silver hooks instantly transformed into a dense network of silver hook shadows, pressing down like a wave upon the opposing side. Seeing this, Han Li smiled gently. The maiden's words had exactly matched his intentions. He then swept his sleeve and, with a swift motion of his silver measuring rod, sent out a new beam of light. Under the brilliant silver glow, a long beam of light, stretching dozens of zhangs, shot forth and, in a single flash, reached the elderly unicorn elder ahead—cutting him squarely and without hesitation. The Master of Strength observed this, roared low, and with a sudden shake, the black staff he had been holding single-handedly instantly transformed into a dense wall of black staffs, shielding his form so completely that no wind or rain could penetrate. The silver measuring shadow struck the staff shadows, only to tremble and rebound, then shatter piece by piece under an eerie force, failing utterly to penetrate the defensive wall. At that moment, countless hook shadows surged forth, but upon striking the resilient surface of the staff shadows, a flurry of silver glimmers flashed, and they all vanished in a flash. Finally, after two clear chimes, the two silver hooks snapped open and revealed their original forms. Seeing this, the Silver-Light Maiden frowned, adjusting her hand seals. The two silver hooks spun once, then suddenly transformed into two streaks of silver light, shooting skyward and vanishing into the void. At that very moment, the sky above suddenly surged with intense tremors, and the celestial and terrestrial qi within a radius of several dozen li stirred up in an eerie manner. Instantly, countless white and red characters surged forth from the void, spinning rapidly before coalescing into two hazy luminous orbs, each about an acre in size. One orb glowed with a steady, silent white light, while the other, shimmering with rippling red hues, roared with thunderous sound and simultaneously sank downward, pressing firmly toward the ground. At that very moment, a faint glow flashed behind the solitary elder, and a silver short staff gracefully extended itself, then surged forth like a flowing ribbon of lightning—swift as thunder and electric light. Unprepared, the elder was instantly enveloped by this silver ribbon, which swiftly wrapped around him in several layers. He roared in fury, his body radiating intense black luminescence, as if striving to burst the silver ribbon apart—but this proved to be a dream-like hope. Meanwhile, the black whirlwind formed by the staff's motion collided directly with the luminous clouds above. A thunderous crash, like the earth splitting asunder, shook the heavens. The black whirlwind instantly solidified into two towering, perfectly identical pillars, which drove forcefully into the two masses of light, plunging deep into them. As the two masses of light dispersed and swirled, a bright, slender crescent moon and a vibrant, crimson sun emerged, floating gracefully within. Two objects emitted a brilliant light, encircling the two massive pillars and momentarily trapping them within. Despite the single-horned elder's fierce low roars and surging strength, he could not budge the two great black spears an inch—seeming as though the treasures had taken root firmly in the crescent moon and the crimson sun. Han Li watched the scene, a subtle smile playing at the corner of his lips, and at the same time, pointed silently toward the elder in the air. The silver ribbon that had been wrapping the elder suddenly began to hum loudly, silver runes of varying sizes appearing on its surface, and a tremendous force surged outward, pressing fiercely against the elder, instantly dispersing half of his protective black aura. Though reluctant to part with his precious artifacts, the elder could only reluctantly release the spears. Yet, a flash of fierce determination flashed in his eyes, and he quickly pressed a series of hand seals, then roared loudly. A stunning scene unfolded. The venerable master, whose form was already immense, suddenly expanded once more, causing two rounded masses to swell out from either side of his shoulders. As a series of sharp, cracking sounds resonated, his body instantly transformed into two additional heads, identical to the central one. Behind him, four more fleshly formations mysteriously emerged and, under the flickering black light, solidified into two additional dark magical arms. The unicorne elder had, in an instant, become a three-headed, six-armed creature, with black magical energy surging forth from his body, his aura now twice as powerful as before. Though initially at the early stage of fusion, his cultivation level surged to near mid-fusion. With his demeanor now fierce, he swiftly raised his six hands, and six black magical swords materialized. A single flash of swordlight revealed countless black filaments erupting like a vast net. The silver ribbon that had previously encased him was severed into countless fragments, emitting a series of sharp rushing sounds. Han Li saw this scene and his expression changed instantly. Without hesitation, he raised his hand in a single, empty gesture. The scattered fragments of the silver ribbon, which had previously broken, flashed with points of luminous light, as if about to re-cohere into their original form. Yet in that brief moment of delay, the Bodhisattva of Three Heads and Six Arms moved swiftly, breaking free from the bonds and vanishing from his original spot. At the very next instant, a wave of disturbance erupted tens of zhang away, revealing a dark figure who roared loudly. With this roar, waves of magical energy surged over his body, black, luminous runes appearing one after another. Then, astonishingly, his form began to expand at an incredible pace, growing into a colossal figure over a hundred zhang tall. As he raised his six arms, a flash of black light swept through, and his six great swords suddenly disappeared—while his hands, now as massive as small mountains, extended out one by one. Two of them lunged toward the crescent moon and the red sun, while two others pressed down directly upon Han Li and the Silver Light Immortal. Carrying with them powerful gusts of magical wind At the same time, the magical being's two heads on either side closed their four eyes and slightly opened their mouths, causing black runes to surge and swirl, with faint incantations subtly emanating. The two silver hooks that had formed crescent moons glowing with red sunlight were remarkably adept, yet under the grasp of the now more powerful magical creature, they could no longer hold onto the two black giant spears. As the spears trembled, they transformed into two spectral forms and shot off, landing within the two hands that had reached out just in a single flash. When the two spears combined, they seamlessly merged into a single black giant staff. Almost simultaneously, Han Li felt the sky before him dim, and a massive black palm appeared directly in front of him, accompanied by a tang of sourness filling his senses. Han Li showed no sign of surprise on his face. His golden glow rippled through his body, and with a movement of his sleeve, he extended one hand, which then transformed into a golden large hand and reached out toward the sky. Before any formal contact, a thunderclap erupted on the surface of the golden palm phantom, launching countless golden arcs that flashed and, in an instant, collided with the black giant palm in a five-fingered grasp. A roar of thunder followed, as countless golden threads flashed and shot forth—the magical palm was struck down, as if encountering its match and utterly extinguished. Meanwhile, the silver-clad maiden dared not meet the sudden surge in power of the elder who had grown stronger, and as the magical palm approached, her form dissolved into a gentle breeze. The magical palm struck the void, sending ripples of black energy swirling and surging. The elderly unicorn, who had manifested as a three-headed, six-armed form, grew increasingly fierce upon seeing the attack fail. The two additional heads halted their incantations, and the two hands still in motion suddenly pointed toward the void, one at each of Han Li and the silver maiden. Sharp, piercing cries burst from the tips of the fingers, followed by two streaks of blood that shot out and vanished into the void within a flash. Han Li, who had been expressionless, suddenly grew stern. With a single hand motion before him, a small, dark mountain materialized instantly, rising seven or eight zhang high and completely concealing his figure. It was the Yuanmagnetic Peak! Though not a serious blow for him, it might prove difficult for the Silver Light Immortal to withstand this attack. Han Linfa thought this swiftly, as a dull exhalation came from the other side. He quickly glanced down and saw the Silver Light Immortal steadying herself with one hand pressed against her shoulder, her body trembling as she stepped back several paces. In front of her, a red shield, a banner, and a jade tablet had transformed into three glowing halos, yet each now dimmed, clearly suffering significant damage.