The giant only felt a sharp cry in his ears, as though several sharp needles were forcefully driven deep into his brain, causing him to gasp and clutch his head with both hands. As his protective aura dispersed, he could not help but plummet downward from the sky. At that moment, the two great mountains flashed into being and swiftly arrived at the head of the fire-armored giant, crashing down with a thunderous roar. Gray light rippled and surged, and countless faint sword energies materialized, interweaving densely to form a vast net that enveloped the fire-armored giant. "No! Quickly, my two friends, save me!" Though the fire-armored giant was also a cultivator of early combined stage, the piercing blow from Han Li had left him momentarily stunned, though the pain in his mind was intense. As soon as he regained his senses, he saw the scene before him and instantly turned pale, shouting for help. And the crimson warplate on his body emitted a resonant hum, expanding with brilliant luminescence without needing his active command, while simultaneously three massive crimson fire serpents, each stretching dozens of zhang in length, burst forth from the armor—coiling one around the other, fully enclosing his form. This life-saving relic he had rarely parted from, did not disappoint the giant, rising to protect him instinctively at this critical moment. Upon hearing the giant's cry for help,韩立's heart stirred, yet his hands remained steady—suddenly, with a sweeping motion of both sleeves, seventy small jade swords surged forth, instantly branching into hundreds of shimmering green sword beams, then coalescing into a single towering green greatsword over ten zhang in length. Under the sweeping glow of the misty radiance, the three fire serpents vanished as if struck by a match, then were violently stirred and dispersed by the countless intersecting sword filaments. On the surface of the crimson great armor, a series of explosive sounds rang out, and the armor, already flashing intensely, soon began to falter. "Cut!" Han Li coldly roared, pointing the massive sword hovering before him. At the same time, he flicked his hand downward, and a faint silver silhouette vanished from his sleeve. The sword erupted in a thunderous roar, transforming into a streak of jade-green silk that surged straight downward—so swift it seemed to arrive in an instant. Before the blade had fully severed, a piercing sword aura of such intensity that could split heaven and earth surged forth, sweeping over him. The fire-armored giant felt as though a sudden stream of cold water had been splashed over his body, instantly plunging him into a sensation of being submerged in ice. Startled, he saw his body's flames surge and roll wildly, and he instinctively began to dissolve into a swirling mass of red fire to evade. Yet at that very moment, a ripple of disturbance rippled through the space nearby, and suddenly, a silver ruler burst through the void with no prior warning, twisting into a long silver serpent. With a single spiral, it swiftly coiled around the giant's torso, completely halting his flight and immobilizing him. Though the flames on the fire-armored giant's body surged dramatically, they made no difference to the silver serpent, which instead coiled around him more tightly. The giant was stunned and alarmed, and by the time he attempted to summon another divine power, it was too late. A streak of jade-green light flashed, and the clear, cutting swordlight instantly engulfed the giant's form completely. His protective luminous aura, though sufficient to withstand such formidable swordlight, was instantly torn asunder. Immediately following the swordlight's sweeping motion, a vast, misty vortex of jade-green hue spontaneously formed, drawing in a space several mu in extent. The fire-armored giant happened to be precisely at the center of this vortex. With a piercing, agonized cry, his physical body and his spiritual essence were both pulverized and vanished completely from the world. At nearly the same time, two powerful waves of disturbance surged from the magical sea, and two streaks of silver and gold light burst forth, racing directly toward Han Li. Without pausing to savor the exhilaration of having just slain a fully evolved magi-king, Han Li swiftly gathered his treasures and narrowed his eyes, intently observing the approaching lights. The silver and gold streaks moved with astonishing speed, covering the distance in mere flashes, and within moments arrived only a hundred paces away. As the light faded, two figures stepped into view—a middle-aged man dressed in a long silken robe of silver, and a middle-aged woman in a soft pink court gown with eyes like flowing water. Both stared at Han Li with fierce determination, their faces pale and expressions filled with disbelief. These were the Yin and Yang Du-Bringers, who had only recently joined forces with the local demonic army. It remained unclear how the black-armored man named Cang had managed to convince them that Han Li was the very murderer responsible for the deaths of the three magi-kings, and thus had come to assist them in their assault on Yitian City. These two Magi Emperors had deliberately remained hidden within the cloud of magic, intentionally allowing the other Magi Emperors to draw the attention of Han Li and his companions, so that they could launch an unexpected surprise attack. Yet they had never anticipated that, before they could even act, Han Li had already single-handedly defeated the weakest of the group—the Fire-Plated Giant—leaving them utterly unable to intervene! Both were left stunned, astonished, and furious. Upon scanning the two with his divine awareness, Han Li himself was momentarily taken aback, his brow furrowing slightly. Another pair of Magi Emperors—both at the mid-Stage of Consolidation—this was no small matter. Though he had heard the Fire-Plated Giant's plea for help earlier and had somewhat anticipated this, seeing these other Magi Emperors in person still sent a wave of surprise through him. "Your skill is truly remarkable," Han Li remarked, "to have defeated the Yun Emperor so swiftly in a single encounter. It seems the three Force Emperors—Li, Yun, and the others—will indeed meet their end at your hands." You possess such extraordinary prowess—you must not be an obscure figure among the human race. Care to name yourself?" The middle-aged man gazed at Han Li intently before suddenly asking in a calm tone. "What about the Lord of Strength? Have you two mistaken me for someone else? As for my name, I shall reveal it to you two when I have escorted you both to your destination." Han Li felt a surge of alertness within, yet his expression remained unchanged. "Heh, good courage! After all these years, few have dared speak to us with such boldness. As for the matter of the Lord of Strength, that's quite acceptable. Once we capture you, we'll employ the 'Five Shades Soul-Refining Technique'—and by then, you'll be compelled to reveal everything. Brother, let's use the two treasures bestowed upon us by the Saintly Ancestor." The middle-aged woman's expression flashed with intensity, then turned to her companion and said. Immediately, she opened her mouth and expelled a small purple cauldron wrapped in black mist. Initially no larger than a few inches, it swiftly expanded into a towering structure of several zhang upon exposure to the wind. It's immediately clear that the dense black characters engraved on the giant tripod's surface each gleam with a radiant shine. Seeing this, the middle-aged man swiftly flips his hand and suddenly produces a delicate, translucent tower of crystal, radiating vibrant hues of seven colors. With a simple wrist flick—the tower emits a resonant hum and is instantly raised into a towering seven-tier structure over ten zhang high. On each level, faint inscriptions of insects, fish, birds, and beasts shimmer subtly, drifting erratically as if about to burst forth at any moment. At once, the two mountain peaks radiated brilliant light, swaying and transforming into towering peaks hundreds of zhang high, then forcefully crashing down upon the two figures. The hazy radiance and the interwoven, intangible sword qi surged violently from their bases, causing the sky itself to tremble in awe. The beautiful woman emitted a cold snort, unable to ignore the approaching shadowy forms behind her. With a sudden motion, she pointed a slender, pale finger at the massive tripod before her. The small tripod roared, and black runes surged across its surface, coalescing into a large, glowing character—"suck"—floating above the tripod's mouth. The great tripod then emitted a long, resonant cry, releasing an unparalleled surge of energy that surged outward and enveloped the rear. The shadowy forms that had been poised to strike the couple momentarily froze, then swiftly transformed into two streaks of silver light, being drawn and instantly absorbed into the purple tripod. As for the two towering peaks that had nearly crashed down, the woman merely altered her spell and reinforced the purple tripod. The runes at the tripod's mouth slightly blurred, then reformed into a character—"support." The extraordinary power emanating from within the tripod instantly shifted direction, now spiraling upward into the sky. Two immense mountain peaks, after being swept over by this force, suddenly surged forth countless black lotuses. The vast mountains paused, truly being held firm, unable to shift an inch. At that moment, a thunderclap roared, and a silver arc flashed—Han Li suddenly appeared atop the black mountain, then firmly planted his foot down upon it. A tremendous roar of earth-shattering thunder! The weight of the black mountain instantly multiplied several times over, pressing down on countless black lotuses beneath, causing them to sink momentarily and soon showing signs of strain. Han Li then cupped his hands and swept them downward, unleashing a surge of thunder. A dozen golden arcs, thick as dinner plates, burst forth and plunged straight down. Amidst these golden arcs, dozens of faint, almost imperceptible, green sword shadows flickered and cut through. The beautiful woman, witnessing the scene, was also secretly startled, yet showed no sign of alarm. Instead, she sneered slightly, altering the spell in her hands and spouting a pure, black-mist-like magical aura from her open mouth toward the purple giant cauldron. Upon receiving these black streams, the cauldron absorbed them, and within it, a continuous roar of thunder echoed. A flash of black light then erupted, directly launching several ancient characters, each as large as a cup, out from the cauldron.