Han Li's brow twitched slightly as he raised his arm. Instantly, a roaring sound echoed, and five translucent, white skeletal heads materialized from within his hands, swiftly expanding into wheel-sized forms. With a strange, gurgling laugh, they opened their mouths wide, and waves of vibrant, five-colored cold flames surged forth. These were the Five Harmonious Fiends, long since fused with the very essence of Han Li's palm. Originally, due to their relatively limited power, they had rarely been summoned to assist him during the struggles within the Spiritual Realm. However, after Han Li, by chance, absorbed a unique, profoundly cold energy in the wild, and combined it with the Five Extremes of Cold Flame, the Fiends' strength had significantly increased. Though their inherent powers remained insufficient against high-level cultivators, the new cold flames they now emitted were astonishingly potent. However, under normal circumstances, Han Li could typically harness a portion of the power of the Five Magi to control the cold flame himself, and thus generally did not summon the Five Magi together. But the strength of the icy power currently displayed by the white-robed youth was truly unprecedented in his experience, prompting Han Li to no longer hesitate—so he summoned all five Magi at once. As the new five-colored cold flames erupted from the five massive skeletal heads surrounding him, the previously near-frozen, almost solid cold that had penetrated the void was immediately alleviated. The sword formation regained its original agility and fluidity. Although Han Li's cold flame seemed slightly inferior to the youth's extreme cold power, he could still absorb and integrate a significant portion of it. Han Li then swiftly accelerated his hand movements to further refine the sword formation. Instantly, countless streaks of jade-green swordlight emerged, interweaving and converging toward the center, ultimately coalescing into a single massive orb of light. The photosphere shimmered with a clear, luminous glow, and a piercing swordlight surged forth, echoing like a dragon's roar reaching straight into the heavens. As the sphere shattered, a green, emerald-bodied coiled dragon burst forth, its jaws agape and limbs outstretched! This dragon was covered in bright, mirror-like green scales, each gleaming with an aura so powerful it seemed capable of splitting heaven and destroying the earth. It charged directly into the white giant blade, producing a thunderous clash that roared across the sky. Upon first contact, the blade radiated an intensified brilliance, its strange cold radiance growing even stronger by a third. Yet when it struck the dragon's neck, it emitted a deep, resonant metallic thud—no trace of white streaks or marks remained on the dragon's body at all. However, the extraordinary cold power of this blade caused the upper half of the蟠龙to instantly form a thick layer of ice upon contact. Yet, in the next instant, the蟠龙opened its eyes wide with fury, merely shifted its body, and the ice cracked and shattered in segments. As its head plunged forward, it seized the great blade with a powerful bite, while simultaneously extending both claws silently, wrapping its body around the blade with vigorous momentum. "Crack! Crack!" the sounds rang continuously. Though the blade possessed formidable power, it seemed rather brittle. Once firmly bitten by the蟠龙and grasped by its two claws, it immediately emitted a cry of distress and shattered. When the entire blade was swiftly encircled and tightly pulled by the massive body of the蟠龙, it instantly dispersed into countless shimmering luminous points. The white-robed youth finally displayed a look of astonishment. Yet the magician, without a word, waved his hands several times before him in the air. A gentle, misty cold wind swept through, and instantly, dozens of translucent, shimmering flying blades reappeared, completely undamaged. "Hmm, this is...!" Han Li's face changed. Now he understood—those blades, seemingly so intensely cold, were not actually true magical artifacts, but rather condensed from the magician's own profound cold energy. As long as the white-robed youth's magical power remained intact, he could continuously regenerate them without end. Truly unexpected. But Han Li's astonishment lasted only a moment. With a mere mental focus, the countless sword-sparks coalesced into a coiled dragon, which then roared loudly, opening its jaws and charging straight toward the white-robed youth. At the same time, a thunderclap echoed from behind Han Li, and a pair of translucent, feather-like wings materialized. In an instant, a flash of cold light passed through his eyes, and the wings vanished as if they had been transformed into a bolt of lightning. The more terrifying the opponent appeared, the more determined he became to eliminate him. From both his current situation and the perspective of the human race, this was unquestionable. Upon seeing this scene, the white-robed youth's eyes narrowed slightly, then emitted a cold exhalation. At that moment, the dozens of translucent flying blades hovering before him emitted a resonant hum and shot upward with great force, instantly reassembling into a single, snow-white, massive blade, identical in form to the one before. Meanwhile, the youth stomped his foot, instantly merging with the giant in a flash of crystalline light. With a sharp cry, he then transformed into a blade of light, charging straight at the azure coiled dragon and delivering a powerful strike. The immense power now radiating from the blade had nearly doubled compared to before. Even before the blade made contact, the air was filled with an eerie, piercing cold light, as if it had already enveloped half the sky. The azure coiled dragon, however, showed no signs of fear. As its scales rose, a cascade of brilliant blue light surged and collided powerfully with the blade's light. At that moment, the sky was filled with a shimmering cold glow, the two forces intertwining and creating a deadlock. Yet at this very instant, a flash of silver arc revealed Han Li suddenly appearing above both. With a powerful roar, he thrust both hands downward with great force—two sharp claps echoed as two massive hands, several zhang in length, materialized out of thin air. One hand was as pure and white as jade, instantly radiating layers of five-colored cold flames; the other, dark as ink, suddenly surged with a wave of silver-hot flames spreading across its surface. As the two colossal hands interlaced and descended, they struck the ground with a resounding thud, sending a surge of intense cold and scorching heat cascading down—strangely, these forces merged into a unified power, even surpassing their original strength. A flash of cold light below revealed the figure of a young man in a white robe, who, upon moving, instantly transformed into a vast, icy hand, extending upward to meet the sky. This hand was translucent and crystalline, and as it reached out, the surrounding space instantly solidified, as if its power were utterly unstoppable. The three massive hands collided instantly, meeting in un As the white giant hand made contact, the five-hued cold flames on its surface instantly underwent transformation and then cracked and fragmented in segments. However, the extraordinary cold power radiating from the icy hand momentarily solidified, flashing several times before shrinking in volume. When it met the five fingers of the icy hand, it had underestimated the might of the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire. Suddenly, as the silver flames expanded, countless strange, white-burnished flame tendrils emerged, swiftly enveloping the icy hand. In an instant, the intense cold power dispersed, and the icy giant hand began to melt visibly. A deep gasp! Just as the cold power was about to vanish, a streak of crystalline light burst forth from within the silver flames, spiraled once, and then shot off toward the distance. At that very moment, a slender thread of pale, nearly invisible gold and silver also emerged from the silver flames, flashing briefly before vanishing without a trace. At that very moment, a sound of shock and outrage erupted within the crystal light, and as the ethereal glow dispersed, the young man in the white robe stumbled out, appearing suddenly. He held one hand tightly against his chest, where faint purple-black wounds were visible between his fingers, and could no longer maintain his previous icy composure, his face now filled with shock and anger. It was precisely because Han Li had activated the originally absorbed strand of spiritual vortex evil light from the Heavenly Fire of the Spirit-Siphoning, leveraging its unique ability to bypass the protective spiritual aura, thus catching the young man completely off guard. Han Li sneered, observing how a thick layer of black mist rapidly surged over the other man's face—knowing that even if the evil light's poison couldn't immediately claim his life, it would certainly inflict significant damage to his vital energy. This was now the perfect moment to strike and finish him off. With a swift glance, Han Li then turned to the slender young woman on the opposite side. She was currently locked in a vigorous struggle with the silver-clad maiden and the flowing ribbon formed by her own silver staff, though she could not yet gain the upper hand, she was nonetheless firmly contained, unable to shift her focus or break Han Li no longer hesitated. With a flap of his wings behind him, thunder roared and he surged forward, rushing toward the young man in white robes to immediately activate the Lightning Technique. But at that moment, a sudden ripple surged across the battlefield sky, and the heavens instantly darkened. Then, a dark vortex of about an acre in size appeared suddenly at a height of tens of thousands of feet. Immediately, an overwhelmingly powerful aura burst forth from the vortex, rapidly intensifying and growing stronger at an astonishing pace. "Unbelievable—could it be..." Han Li's body, just about to launch forward, froze as he turned sharply to gaze at the sky above. This aura was vaguely familiar to him—identical to the one that had previously conveyed messages and spiritual sensations through his tower. And now, not only was it familiar, but it was even more formidable than when he had first encountered it in the great tower. What struck him most deeply was that, beneath the immense vortex, a figure stood motionless and upright—exactly as he had seen the silver-robed magus sovereign before. It seemed the magus had somehow arrived at this spot and materialized there in a most strange manner. Both Han Li and the two warring factions of humans and demons were stunned. Many combatants, mid-fight, paused abruptly, all gazing in awe at the colossal vortex that suddenly appeared in the sky. Han Li’s face shifted between expressions of concern and deliberation, still uncertain whether to first strike down the white-robed youth or immediately rush to the vortex to destroy it. Yet, just then, a sudden transformation occurred in the heavens! The silver-robed middle-aged man raised both hands, chanted a series of gestures, and then, without a single expression of emotion, exhaled a blood-red crystal that shimmered like a gem. "Huff!" The vortex spun rapidly, and the terrifying aura vanished completely. But at that very moment, a surge of black-red magical energy, accompanied by a strange roar, shot out from the vortex, vanishing instantly and fully submerging into the crimson crystal. The surface of the crystal flashed with blood-like luminescence, then "whoosh"—it was instantly drawn back into the middle-aged man's body! Immediately afterward, as the silver-robed man's face shimmered with a glow of blood-colored light, he clutched his head with both hands, emitting a piercing, agonized cry, while his body resonated with crisp, crackling sounds, his face and overall aura undergoing remarkable transformations within an instant.