The lone elder, upon hearing this, naturally felt greatly relieved and immediately agreed. After a cup of tea's worth of time, this demon spotted several isolated mountain silhouettes ahead and instantly relaxed, turning to glance back behind him. At a distance of over ten li, the jade light of the celestial maiden barely caught up to the nearby void. The demon's face hardened, and his footwheel of magical flame surged, propelling him directly toward those mountains—exactly where the other two senior demon lords were concealed, and where they had secretly laid a highly concealed spell array. According to his plan, though only one human cultivator had been pursued thus far, as long as he could first eliminate that first human cultivator with the spell array, the remaining Han Li would naturally be no match for the combined efforts of the three of them. The silver-clad celestial maiden in the distant jade boat, witnessing this scene, showed no hesitation at all and swiftly activated her spiritual artifact, then launched herself with determined pursuit. Within just a few breaths, both of them reached the vicinity of the mountains, one following closely behind the other. Just as the old demon flickered, about to vanish into one of the small hills ahead, a sudden thunderclap erupted above him, booming like a thunderbolt. Instantly, a colossal four-winged phoenix, its body wrapped in silver serpents, surged forth from the void with fierce momentum. As its wings trembled slightly, the phoenix blurred and dissolved into streaks of lightning. At that very moment, the old demon felt a thunderous roar above him, and two massive steel claws tore through the air, arriving with such speed that he had no time to react or evade. In fury, he shook his head wildly, tilting the two heads caught beneath the claws sharply, while his protective aura surged dramatically, swelling into a tangible, shimmering, radiant shield. A series of sharp "plinks" echoed as the protective glow, like brittle paper, was pierced and shattered. Then the old demon let out a piercing cry, his form trembling as he plummeted straight downward. Two jets of blood erupted from his shoulders, vividly pierced by the steel claws in a lightning-fast motion. Yet this demon was no ordinary one—though unexpectedly wounded, the two flying wheels originally hovering beneath his feet, wreathed in magical flames, suddenly roared and transformed into two large blood-red fireballs, hurling themselves directly toward the great dragon soaring above. Before these fireballs even touched the dragon’s body, a searing heat surged forth, as if it could incinerate the very heavens. At the same time, the old demon twisted his body, reappearing as a streak of light, racing toward the nearby mountain only a short distance away. As long as he could enter the magic array already set there, with his two prepared companions ready to assist, he would have no fear of the dragon’s pursuit. Yet the four-winged giant phoenix in the sky coldly snorted, its body suddenly shimmering with a cascade of five-colored light, then rolling over and transforming into a resplendent peacock of five hues. As the peacock spread its feathers, clusters of five-colored radiance bloomed out, forming five massive halos that surged toward the two fire orbs. Simultaneously, as the peacock flapped its wings, it itself dissolved into a swirling mass of five-colored light and vanished. Upon striking these halos, the two blood-red fire orbs emitted sharp "popping" sounds, piercing and melting three of the halos, but encountering resistance and halting at the fourth. Suddenly, the fifth and sixth halos reversed their course, wrapping the two fire orbs within their embrace and transforming them into two large luminous spheres. With two thunderous booms, the two massive spheres burst open, scattering vast waves of five-colored light in all directions. The solitary elder who had just vanished was suddenly drawn into the swirling hues of five-colored light. As he felt his body grow heavy, the surrounding air seemed to thicken a hundredfold, and his swift flight came to a standstill. "Unfortunate! My two esteemed companions, come and save me!" As the Magus, a seasoned combatant with years of experience in duels, he immediately sensed that he was now deeply ensnared. With a cry of urgency, he shouted out. The sound reverberated through the nearby void, causing it to hum with resonance. As for the Magus himself, he strained to press his palms together, forming a series of gestures. His body's dark glow rippled and then suddenly revealed a black-and-red armor, adorned with intricate silver glyphs—clearly no ordinary piece. However, just as he had managed to establish this defensive measure, within the very five-colored light that had engulfed him, two massive, golden fists burst forth, roaring with force and charging straight toward his chest. Under the five-colored light aura seal, the old demon could not evade this attack at all, and had to desperately pour his entire magical energy into the armor. Instantly, the black-and-red battle armor glowed brilliantly, shining like a black-and-red sun. Yet, with the current state of Han Li's True Immortal Demon Technique combined with his astonishing divine strength, the power of these two fists was no less than a full-force strike from a typical spiritual artifact. A tremendous metallic clashing sound rang out! The first golden fist struck hard against the demon's armor. At the point of impact, the armor trembled like waves, and a deep depression formed—yet, after a swirl of silver runes, the armor remained intact without cracking. Then, another resonant hum followed, and the second fist swiftly struck the very depression. With these two consecutive, cone-shaped blows of immense force, the armor could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered instantly, revealing a dark, luminous layer of scales within. The golden fist made no hesitation and struck solidly into the demon's body. But after a hollow, dry crash, as the golden light and dark glow intertwined, the old demon's body only slightly wavered, and his fist was firmly blocked by that unobtrusive layer of scales. Seeing this, the old demon smiled grimly, extending all six arms simultaneously toward the surrounding void, his fingers swirling with magical energy. The vibrant light streaks around him instantly twisted and trembled, as if shattered by his grasp. At that moment, a loud roar erupted from the small mountain, and two figures surged forth, blazing into streaks of brilliant light, racing directly toward the old demon. These were two other senior magi from the combined stage. Yet just then, the golden fist striking the old demon's body suddenly emitted a series of erratic, plucked sounds, like a pipa, and countless golden electric serpents, long coiled and charged, surged forth in a tidal wave, instantly forming a vast electric net that completely enveloped the old demon's entire body. A storm of thunder and lightning surged. The old demon let out a piercing, agonized cry as the golden arcs struck his magical armor, shattering it piece by piece. The once seemingly impregnable black scales on his body suddenly dimmed and lost their luster. "Plunged!" With a sudden sound, the golden fist unfolded its fingers, expanding into a palm that plunged directly into the old demon's chest. Then, the golden arcs on the fingers receded, giving way to a shimmering silver flame that surged upward, instantly enveloping the entire demon in its swirling glow. "No!" The old demon screamed, instantly swallowed whole by the roaring silver flame, reduced to ashes—his immortal essence barely escaping. At that moment, a surge of vibrant five-colored light rippled through the air, and a golden-tinged figure finally emerged clearly from the radiance. It was Han Li, now restored to his human form. Yet at this moment, his entire body glowed with golden light, a clear sign of having fully perfected the Buddha-Saint True Demon Technique. At that moment, the two magical figures from afar, manifesting as brilliant streaks of light, also arrived in the vicinity almost simultaneously. As Duan Guang withdrew his light, two forms emerged—one a fierce, bald magical being, and the other a high-ranking magical being bearing blue magical patterns on his face—both gazing at Han Li and the still fiercely burning silver flame with expressions of disbelief. "Brother Han, you've just defeated the magisterial being we saw moments ago!" came a startled voice from behind Han Li. It was the silver-clad immortal maiden who had arrived on her jade-horse, swiftly materializing nearby, her eyes also reflecting a touch of astonishment. "Indeed, it was a lucky escape, but now the troubles seem to have grown even more pressing," Han Li replied, his expression growing somber as he looked at the two newly appeared high-ranking magical beings. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly extended his hand forward. Immediately, a clear bird-like cry resonated from the blazing silver spiritual flame. Then, as the flames coalesced, they transformed into a magnificent silver phoenix, measuring about one zhang in length. The phoenix's wings, once unfurled, flashed swiftly to rest above Han Li's head, then spiraled and danced with extraordinary灵ity, hovering in constant motion. This caused the two demons on the opposite side to narrow their eyes, their expressions growing increasingly serious. "Excellent! Remarkable! You have dared to kill the Master of Might right before our very eyes. Today, I fear we shall have no choice but to preserve your lives." The blue-veined demon exhaled deeply, his face now pale with frost. As for the other, bald demon, he merely rolled his lips and whiskers, then, without a word, pressed a hand seal. Layer after layer of dark mist rose from his body, coalescing into numerous small, black shields, each about a foot in size, densely arranged in front of the two demons. Then, with the other hand, he swiftly raised it, sending a beam of green light soaring forth. As it expanded in the wind, it transformed into a massive green gate, spanning across the void. This gate is about ten zhang high and eight chi thick, its surface covered with rust, and on each of its two sides, a massive ghost's head with a green face and tusked jaws is engraved, its features fierce and terrifying—immediately evoking a sense of spine-tingling dread. Han Li, observing this, felt a sudden inspiration and carefully examined the gate. As for the blue-veined magical being, it roared low, raised both hands, and launched forth a blue leather sack about half a chi in size and thirteen beams of dark light. The sack expanded under the wind, growing to a span in size; when the opening was released, a hissing sound erupted, and hundreds of blue glimmers burst out, spinning around and transforming into over a hundred translucent blue flying serpents, each about three chi long. Their bodies were crystal-clear, and each bore a pair of transparent ice wings, constantly raising their heads in the air. Meanwhile, the thirteen beams of dark light, upon being released, burst in a series of sharp explosions, spreading out into several tall magical banners, each reaching a span in height. As the banners fluttered in the wind, clear images of a half-naked woman, her feet resting on withered bones, were revealed—each one exquisitely beautiful, lifelike, and strikingly ethereal! "Ah! The Heavenly Demon Gate's Mother-Son True Demon Banner!" The Silver Immortal Princess, upon clearly identifying the treasure presented by the other side, suddenly gasped, her face pale with astonishment.