Han Li sensed something was amiss. With a subtle shift of his divine awareness, the thirteen purple-striped gold-devouring insects swirling above his head immediately emitted a unified hum. At the same time, the golden giant ape suddenly planted one foot firmly into the void, launching himself forward like a gust of wind, while a sweeping motion of his arm sent a dense wave of golden fist-images surging forth. Whether it was the purple insects or the golden fist-images, as soon as they touched the concentric rings of seven-colored light, they immediately emitted deep, resonant thuds and bounced back, unable to penetrate the seven-colored aura even an inch. The underlying traces of cosmic laws in the surrounding void became increasingly evident. The vibrant radiance emanating from the seven-colored aura seemed to dye the entire sky in a kaleidoscope of colors, creating an unusually eerie and uneasy sensation. Seeing the fist-images fail to make an impact, the ape's eyes flashed with cold intensity, yet his advancing form did not waver. Instead, with a powerful roar, his body expanded in an astonishing manner, growing ever larger. In a matter of moments, the giant ape had grown to a height of four or five hundred zhang. Then, with a sudden inhalation, his chest swelled dramatically, and as he opened his mouth, a wave of white mist surged forth. Initially silent, the roar grew into a thunderous, earth-shaking blast just ten zhang away from the mouth. At the very instant this sound reached the leading youth and the other transformed figure, a tremendous shock wave struck them—both felt their ears ringing, their bodies trembling, nearly unable to remain steady in place. Where the white wave passed, the void grew hazy and blurred, and in some areas, it even warped and distorted, as if the very space were about to collapse. This was the new grand ability—the "Jingang Roar"—that the ape had recently mastered after Han Li's cultivation reached the mid-Combined Body stage. Unlike other techniques, this was a fully realized sonic power technique, with such immense strength that when fully unleashed, it carried the potential to shatter the void itself. This was also another contingency plan that Han Li had previously prepared to counter the Caigang Tower. Thus, upon recognizing the situation had turned unfavorable, he immediately activated this divine technique without hesitation. When the white sonic wave collided with the seven-colored glow, it instantly vanished silently into the glow. As a result, the seven-colored glow resonated with a loud hum, and the golden runes that had appeared within suddenly flickered and dispersed, vanishing one by one. The glow itself began to flash erratically, as though it might shatter at any moment. The blood-colored embodiment, which had just regained consciousness from the sonic impact, saw this and quickly pressed a hand seal, preparing to re-activate the small tower. However, at that very moment, the giant ape suddenly displayed a look of fierce determination, pressing a hand seal of his own. Meanwhile, the Vān Śrī Golden Body, who had just been engaged in a fierce battle with the gray giant serpent, suddenly had a multitude of silver runes appear on his body. As the points of luminous light flashed and shimmered, he appeared profoundly mysterious. When the gray serpent lunged fiercely and attacked, the Golden Body, with his six arms in motion, simply swept through the air, and To the young man who had just transformed, this development came as a sudden surprise. He had been preparing to rush forward immediately, deploying a particularly powerful spell to assist the giant serpent in overcoming this golden-bodied foe. Yet at that very moment, he suddenly heard a resonant hum, which caused him to instantly turn his gaze toward its source. There, thirteen massive beetle-like creatures were charging toward him with fierce intensity, each one opening its mouth before even reaching close range—spewing out dense plumes of purple silk that instantly flashed through the air, breaking the space between them and the young man. These ethereal insects, unnoticed until now, had been subtly urged by Han Li and had now arrived at this very spot. The young man felt a sharp sense of alarm. With one hand raised toward the sky, he executed a swift motion, while his four blood-colored wings behind him swept decisively forward, meeting the oncoming beetles. At once, a roaring sound erupted beneath the blood sea, and a massive wave surged upward, effectively shielding the young man from the advancing assault. Yet those purple filaments were unknown in nature, and upon contact with the blood surge, only a small portion instantly evaporated into mist. The majority, however, hissed as they pierced straight through. In an instant, the filaments reached the boy's immediate vicinity. The leading youth's expression tightened, though his hands and feet remained still. At his neck, eight ghost-headed necklaces emitted sharp, piercing cries, whirling around and forming a massive green ring. The eight ghost heads faced outward, while a luminous, circular band materialized, linking them all together seamlessly. As the filaments surged toward them, the two ghost heads facing that direction merely opened their mouths, and instantly spurted out showers of silver stars. The filaments, vanishing in an instant, were swiftly enveloped and drawn into the ghost heads. Moreover, the remaining six ghost heads roared, unleashing countless gusts of wind blades. Each piece was only palm-sized, with a thick, exceptionally luminous surface. As they surged forth, it seemed as though countless white threads pierced through the void, striking the purple beetle insects densely and repeatedly. Yet after a series of crisp, resonant "ting-ting" sounds, these seemingly powerful wind blades rebounded, one after another. The formidable bodies of the purple beetles remained untouched, showing not a single trace of white damage. The leading youth, witnessing this, was momentarily startled, but without further thought, raised his hand and sequentially cast several incantations toward the large green ring. The eight ghostly figures roared loudly, then swiftly shook their heads vigorously, and suddenly eight blood-scarred shadows burst forth from their heads, swiftly darting into the midst of the insect swarm. These were eight blood ghosts—naked, each crowned with a massive horn—eyes of jade green, fingers sharp and agile. With a mere arm movement, they released waves of blood mist, while their cold, sharp claw shadows instantly filled the entire sky. At the same time, it engaged in battle with the beetle-like creatures. Just as the leading youth was once again ensnared by the golden-mantled beetles and could no longer move to assist, on the other side, the golden-hued giant ape, at the very instant the Buddha-Saint's golden form vanished, flashed a golden light behind its back, and instantly manifested its three-headed, six-armed form. Then, the giant ape raised its head and roared fiercely, launching its golden form forward with a powerful plunge. Golden light rippled across its body, and as its ribcage rippled and indented, two additional pairs of furry arms sprouted. Simultaneously, golden light flashed on either side of its shoulders, and small heads emerged one by one. Instantly, the ape transformed into a three-headed, six-armed form! As soon as the transformation was complete, its six hands and five fingers spread wide, and with a mighty force, it reached upward, grasping the small tower in mid-air. At the center of each palm, a faint golden glow flashed, and a mysterious silver seal appeared, forming a translucent image that followed the palm as it pressed downward. The silver glyph merely spun, and instantly the ambient qi around it surged wildly inward, six incomprehensible forces rushing down like mountains pressing down. Under the combined impact of these six forces, the seven-colored glow trembled violently, then deformed and stretched like dough, finally collapsing with a deep rumble. "Unfortunate!" The young man gasped, his body shifting instantly, transforming into a surge of blood that shot forth and vanished in a flash, merging seamlessly into the seven-colored vial. The vial, which had previously trembled incessantly, now stabilized, becoming as solid as a mountain. At the same time, the massive ape high above suddenly burst into loud, thunderous laughter. Though his fists had been drawn back, they now gently descended with a light, almost imperceptible strike. It seemed utterly silent and unimpressive compared to the earlier, astonishing assault—yet a ripple of disturbance surged from the vicinity of the seven-colored tower, and the air instantly thickened, as if glued. An invisible force instantly sealed off the entire area around the tower. The ape then, without hesitation, vigorously rubbed his palms together and then swept them downward. A roar of thunder erupted! Countless golden arcs flashed wildly between his two thick, furry hands, weaving together into a vast golden net spanning a hundred zhang, which then descended with a tremendous roar—only to vanish into the void in a single, fleeting moment. At that very moment, a strange phenomenon unfolded—thunder roared simultaneously around the seven-colored small tower, and a golden grid flashed, precisely encircling the tower at its center. A thunderclap! With a subtle incantation in his mind, the golden grid immediately contracted fiercely, pulsing with bright light, and within a moment, a massive golden sphere formed, firmly enclosing the tower within. As space rippled, the ethereal form of the spirit manifested as a faint green silhouette beside the sphere, and with fingers extended, rapidly struck the sphere in succession. A series of sharp crackling sounds erupted, and streams of green filaments shot out, spiraling around the outer surface of the sphere before weaving a fresh layer around it. The golden sphere transformed into a vibrant green within an instant. The dark figure in the air flickered, and the giant ape with six arms leapt into the air, landing with a spring. With its six arms, it delivered a rapid series of blurred strikes toward the sphere. Numerous scrolls burst forth from the six hands and flowed into the sphere like a tide. Instantly, a myriad of exquisite, vividly colored seal arrays emerged on the sphere's surface, as if etched there from birth. "Hmph! Do you truly think this little trick will hold me?" a cold, irritated tone resonated from within the sphere. As soon as the words were spoken, deep rumblings echoed throughout the sphere, causing the seal characters on its surface to flash wildly. The surface itself began to surge with intense undulations—sometimes swelling, sometimes collapsing in dramatic waves. In a matter of moments, the outermost green filaments started to crack and fray, as though ready to give way entirely. Han Li was struck with awe, realizing now that he had underestimated the true power of the luminous tower. His carefully crafted strategy, though meticulous, had failed to fully contain it. Yet, his expression of surprise quickly faded. The methods he had prepared to counter this treasure were no less than several in number. Should the current approach prove ineffective, he would have to sacrifice another precious asset and deploy an alternative. With a flash of thought, Han Li had made his decision. At that moment, the colossal ape he had transformed into roared low, then extended its great hand downward, grasping the void, before suddenly shaking it upward. The green sphere was instantly propelled to a height of over a thousand paces. At that instant, a faint green outline shimmered above the sphere, and the ethereal form, having arrived earlier, swiftly reached the upper level, his face serious as he suddenly threw something forward.