The two colossal hammers transformed into towering spires, each resembling a black mountain hundreds of zhang in height. Yet, under the power of the divine technique, they swayed and whirled like two surging black cyclones. "Hmph! Then I shall meet you, Esteemed Magus of the Demon Clan!" Seeing this, Master Qinglong's face grew stern. Without pausing to greet Han Li and his companions, he raised one hand and chanted a spell. Instantly, a surge of bright green light erupted from within him, shooting upward and forming, in a single flash, a shimmering phantom of a five-clawed green dragon stretching over a hundred zhang in length. The dragon phantom spiraled once, then emitted a clear cry and plunged downward, engulfing Master Qinglong's form within its coils, before opening its maw and charging straight toward the black-armored man. The black-armored man, who had been laughing heartily, was momentarily stunned by the fierce demeanor of the dragon phantom. Yet, he quickly regained his composure, sneering, and suddenly pointed his hand, sending out two thick, murky whirlwinds. With a thunderous roar, the winds surged and then abruptly subsided Then, the light surged brilliantly, and the two entities, in a single flick, merged into one colossal being, hundreds of miles long, which then charged straight at the Qinglong spectral form and crashed down with fierce force. Seeing this, the Qinglong Immortal, enveloped within the Qinglong spectral form, raised his brows in indignation. With a sudden shake of his sleeve, he produced seven slender black swords in his hands—each glowing with a shimmering, ethereal aura, radiating an intense malevolent energy. He slightly blurred his palm and swept it across his own body. A series of sharp "pffft" sounds followed. The seven black swords, slightly blurred, pierced into seven acupoints on his chest, only half of their blade surfaces emerging. At the same time, the Qinglong Immortal issued a low cry, opened his mouth to expel a cluster of pure blood, and then pressed his fingers into intricate hand seals, murmuring incantations continuously. Under the impetus of the spell, the blood burst forth with a loud "pop," instantly transforming into seven streams of blood mist that curled like living serpents, and swiftly flowed into the seven black swords. The seven swords immediately As the Qinglong Master emitted a long, resonant roar from his mouth, seven beams of bloodlight burst forth from where the small sword had entered, shimmering briefly before merging instantly with the Qinglong's ethereal form. Well, well, I indeed underestimated you. I never thought you'd know even a little of this ancient great technique. Still, let me see just how much of your vital essence I can drain from you—when your essence is spent, that will be your hour of death! The black-armored man was momentarily stunned in the sky, then recalled something, his face immediately showing signs of wary apprehension, and he let out a fierce laugh. At once, he clenched his hands together and then swept them downward, sending a deluge of silver lightning and flame crashing down upon the ground. Simultaneously, the massive black mace he held blurred and transformed—first into two, then into four, then into eight—manifesting eight slightly smaller black maces that circled the azure dragon and struck it ceaselessly. The already thick and solid city defense barrier instantly surged with intensified brilliance. Yet, the five-clawed green dragon merely flicked its tail once, and a powerful, invisible force swept through, like a gust of wind, scattering the eight massive maces and the surging lightning and flame that had descended from the sky. The Qinglong himself vanished in a sudden "whoosh," appearing without a trace at the high vantage point of the black-armored warrior. As he opened his mouth, a surge of jade-colored flame erupted. Unknown to the warrior, the nature of this jade flame proved formidable—his face paled instantly, and he could not dare to meet it head-on, instead suddenly stomping his foot and vanishing into the void. At that very moment, a ripple of spatial disturbance surged, and a massive black blade sliced forth from the Qinglong's side with no prior warning, its force so fierce it seemed destined to cleave the opponent in two. Yet the Qinglong's movements were even more agile than expected—almost as soon as the black blade appeared, a jade-clad claw flashed out and counterattacked. The five fingers of the claw shimmered with jade light, instantly expanding into five long jade swords, which charged straight toward the black blade. A resounding "clang" echoed throughout the sky. Even the black-armored warrior, a fully matured magus of late stage consolidation, found himself helpless against the Qinglong's enigmatic powers. To their surprise, the two engaged in a fierce battle, neither gaining a clear advantage. This scene also left the others astonished—whether it was the human cultivators like the Silver Light Maiden or the smaller, elegant female deities from the demonic realm. While the human side was naturally delighted with a mix of surprise, the demonic side seemed somewhat frustrated. Han Li, at this sight, gave a cold smile, his brow twitching, and a shimmer of spiritual light rippled across his body as he prepared to intercept the opponent with a surge of light. But at that moment, Lin Luan, the young lady standing beside him, suddenly raised her jade arm to block his path, and with a light laugh said, "Brother Han, this person is no ordinary mid-level cultivator—he specializes in cold and icy techniques. My treasures are precisely suited to counteract them. I shall handle this one instead." Before Han Li could reply, she swiftly pressed her other palm against her waist and launched three differently colored gourds—purple, black, and yellow—into the air. Each gourd, only a few inches in size, was adorned with a dense layer of silver runes, clearly no ordinary item. With three sharp 'thuds,' the three gourds spiraled above her head before their lids opened one after another, and instantly, swarms of fire bees, each the size of a thumb, burst forth. Under their humming buzz, they coalesced into three massive plumes of fire, rushing toward the opponent's blade-waves. As for Lin Luan, when she pressed her palm seal, two streams of crimson flames suddenly erupted from her back, instantly transforming into a pair of fiery, feather-like wings. With just one wing extended, she became a streak of red light, swiftly pursuing the fiery cloud. A short while later, the fiery cloud collided with the translucent blade light. In an instant, both the misty cold aura and the fiery cloud burst apart, spreading the intense heat and icy cold forces over a radius of several miles. The two forces engaged in fierce combat. Upon a flash of blue light in his eyes, Han Li immediately discerned that Lin Luan's cultivation techniques and artifacts indeed possessed a strong counter-effect against the cold energy. Facing the astonishing cold aura released by the white-robed youth, each of the fire peaks surged with vibrant spiritual flames, gaining the upper hand. However, observing her continuously pressing seals and channeling vast amounts of spiritual energy into the three gourds, it was clear that maintaining these fire peaks was greatly taxing her vital energy. Though the white-robed youth was under pressure from the Cup of Divinity, his expression remained as cold and composed as ever, suggesting he still had room to maneuver. Han Li's brow furrowed slightly. "Brother Han, since Sister Lin and the senior monk have tied up the two most troublesome opponents, we should now move swiftly to secure the remaining two. If we can defeat one of the two魔尊s first, the battle might yet turn in our favor!" The silver-robe maiden's gaze shifted thoughtfully as she raised both hands, releasing her two silver hooks and several other treasures simultaneously. Then, with a single leap, she transformed into a streak of white light, soaring upward from the roof of the hall, piercing through the silver light shield with a spiraling arc, and directly charging toward the slender young woman, leaving the fire-armored giant to face off against Han Li. The "Feathered Immortal Maiden" of the demonic race naturally did not display any signs of fear. With a slight disdain on her lips, a strange fragrance suddenly rose from her body, and then ethereal pink mist materialized around her, forming a dense, cloud-like mass several mu in size, which surged forward with great momentum. As soon as the two entities made contact, the pink cloud rolled swiftly, engulfing the silver glow within it, and instantly transformed into countless strange beasts composed of mist, all charging at the silver glow with fierce movements. Unyielding, the Silver Glow Maiden countered with thunderous cracks; as the mist swirled, a crescent moon and a crimson orb emerged, radiating a brilliant light that swept across the surroundings in all directions. Seeing this, Han Li smiled faintly, glanced at the fire-armored giant, and then, though his expression briefly hardened, said nothing. With a simple hand gesture, he pressed a seal. A thunderous rumble echoed behind him, and two translucent, shimmering lightning wings materialized. After several vigorous flaps of his feathered wings, a series of silver arrows shot forth, interweaving and flashing to form a thunderous magical array several dozen feet in size, completely engulfing his body within it. At a distance, two fire-armored giants with glowing crimson flames in their pupils were also gazing toward Han Li. Upon seeing Han Li's actions, they exchanged a moment of surprise. Yet before they could react, a sudden roar erupted seven or eight zhang above their heads, and a massive silver arc surged forth, causing the thunder array to burst through the void and materialize. Within the center of the array, a flash of lightning revealed a golden-hued figure who then waved his hand, sending two colossal mountains—one black and one blue—crashing down upon them. Before the mountains reached their peak, shimmering gray radiance and thousands of intangible sword qi surged forth from their bases. At the same time, a sharp, icy exhalation resonated suddenly in the ears of the fire-armored giants.