Yet what chilled the heart most was that behind the puppet’s pale purple face, there appeared another face—seeming ordinary, yet with both eyes closed, evoking an unmistakable sense of unease upon first glance. As the magian giant summoned the puppet to his side, strange changes erupted in the distant golden glow. In the space between the giant ape, the colorful phoenix, and the silver pheasant, flashes of golden light suddenly coalesced, forming a faint golden infant—identical in appearance to Han Li, clad in a dark magical armor, with dozens of slender green swords of a few inches in length swirling and dancing around him. This was Han Li’s true soul infant. As soon as the infant manifested, the giant ape, the phoenix, and the silver pheasant emitted brilliant flashes of light, simultaneously moving swiftly toward the infant. A thunderous roar erupted—the dazzling golden radiance blazed forth, and instantly, a towering humanoid figure with six arms and three heads materialized in place. The figure shimmered with radiant golden light, his skin and face veiled in a delicate layer of golden scales, with a single jade-hued horn sprouting from his head and an eerie black, supernatural eye emerging from his brow. Though the magical giant's eyes had not yet opened, his divine awareness still sensed the terrifying power embedded within that immense force. At once, his face paled, and the vibrant crimson light flames surging through his body suddenly surged forward, violently swirling around him like a protective barrier. Simultaneously, a dark, ink-black token materialized in his hands, which he swiftly expanded to several zhang in size, forming a shield-like barrier before him. A flash of black light, two black fist-images launched forth, swelling like a breath to several times their original size, and struck hard against the immense force. A deep thud echoed as the two black fist-images, like mantises attempting to block a great river, shattered instantly. The great man staggered, his body collapsing like dry grass, shooting backward and only managing to regain his footing after twisting slightly at a distance of over ten paces. Yet even then, he still had to take several backward steps to fully dissipate the residual power of the impact. His face was now flushed crimson, as if drunk, and he could no longer contain himself, spewing out a dark, shimmering pool of blood. The seemingly effortless strike from the golden figure had, in fact, carried a power that seemed to move mountains and overturn seas—knocking this famed first-magister of the demonic race senseless on the spot. "Nirvana Body, with ten thousand years of strength! Impossible! How could a mere human from our mortal realm attain such divine mastery?" "Da Li didn't even have time to wipe the blood from his lips. His eyes were nearly bulging out of his sockets, fixed dead on the figure in the distance, as he gasped out in a voice trembling with sheer disbelief. Just as he finished speaking, the golden figure in the distance shifted slightly and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a clutch of pure blood as well. However, this blood was a pale gold color, and as soon as it emerged, it vanished into the wind, as if it had never existed." "Ten thousand li of power—perhaps that's it. Since you've compelled me to summon this divine ability, you can't possibly survive in this world any longer." The scales on the golden figure's face gradually faded away, revealing a remarkably pale face of Han Li. His eyes regained a touch of vitality, and he spoke calmly. "Counter-reaction power! It seems you haven't truly mastered this supreme ability—only forced it into action. From your expression, it appears that the intensity of the attack you just endured could hardly be sustained even a few times." The magian warrior watched the scene unfold, exhaled deeply, and relaxed visibly, murmuring softly. "Indeed, only a few more blows would be needed—just one more strike, and you could be instantly annihilated," said the magically transformed Han Li, his eyes flashing with an eerie intensity. As soon as he finished speaking, a golden glow surged from his body, countless golden runes bursting forth in a surge. With one sudden touch to his head, five beams of golden light shot out, spiraling before transforming into five distinct ethereal forms—giant apes, colorful phoenixes, silver pterodactyls, peacocks, and golden dragons. As soon as these five forms took shape, each emitted a resonant roar, then swiftly vanished, merging into Han Li's body. At that moment, a shimmering golden aura passed over his face, fading instantly, and he let out a piercing cry of agony. After a fresh hand seal, his body instantly expanded tenfold, growing to over twelve zhang in height, while simultaneously, a second golden head and two arms adorned with golden scales materialized on his form. The magically transformed Han Li now appeared as a strange, two-headed, four-armed being. Yet this transformation differed greatly from the ordinary one of Buddhist saints, true magi, or divine beings. Not only did the second head bear the same azure horn and the strange third eye of an unearthly creature, but when the golden scales on its massive body shimmered and fused together, they coalesced into a finely crafted, crimson-gold armor, adorned with countless delicate silver glyphs, seamless and flawless—radiating a strong, primal, ancient aura, as though born from the very heavens and earth. "Two Né transformations! Are you mad? You haven't even mastered the power of One Né, yet you're forcing yourself to wield Two Né! You haven't even killed me yet, and you're already bursting into a thousand pieces!" Upon seeing the state of Han Li, the magian warrior was stunned, shouting out in alarm, his face for the first time showing genuine fear. "I'll burst into a thousand pieces too—after you. Just receive my strike first." Han Li, with two heads and four arms, remained utterly unmoved by the great Han's words. As his golden-blue eyes flashed in unison, his aura surged severalfold. Raising his four arms slowly, he then struck them toward the direction of the magical race's great Han. The heavens dimmed momentarily, and as faint golden glimmers rippled and danced, four massive golden hands materialized simultaneously above the magical race's great Han. Each hand carried a force no less than that of his previous strike. They shimmered and merged seamlessly, forming a colossal palm stretching hundreds of zhangs in width—like a mountain—then descended with a quiet, weighty presence. Though the golden palm descended silently, an eerie aura had already ensnared the magical race's great Han's spirit, leaving him with no choice but to meet it head-on. "How could I possibly fall here!" The magical giant, witnessing this scene, was stunned and furious, roaring loudly. With both hands raised, dozens of vibrant, multicolored light orbs shot forth, transforming into various top-tier treasures and crashing toward the golden palm with thunderous impact. At the same time, the giant himself erupted in a brilliant crimson flame. In his hands, a massive, strange blade shimmered with striking silver and gold luminescence, which he gripped tightly and swung upward with all his might. A flash of silver and gold blade energy shot out, striking the golden palm before any of the other treasures. A tremendous roar echoed through the heavens! The blade energy instantly exploded upon impact with the golden palm, scattering fragments of silver and gold that shattered the surrounding space, carving shimmering white streaks through the very fabric of reality. Yet the golden palm, aside from a brief flash of light, remained untouched—leaving not a single trace behind. Yet at that very moment, the several dozen treasures of various kinds struck the golden palm almost simultaneously, and under the continuous, thunderous roars from the great Han, they all exploded in succession. The immense power released from the top-tier treasures instantly submerged the entire palm, and the rippling waves surged through the air, forming towering whirlwinds that spiraled skyward with a roaring intensity. The Magian giant watched in stunned silence, his expression never relaxing; his silver and gold blades blurred and whirled wildly in his hands. Streams of gleaming blade sparks transformed into countless meteors, plunging into the vast luminous sphere and emitting a continuous, resonant roar that echoed across the heavens. This devastating assault caused the great Han’s inner magical energy to drain at an alarming pace, yet he showed no sign of slowing down—his face grew ever more pale. Yet, under such a formidable assault, the golden palm merely swayed gently in the air, continuing its steady downward pressure without faltering, as if untouched. As the golden palm drew nearer, the large man's expression of fear deepened. In a swift mental shift, he suddenly resolved to fight with all his might. "Boom!" With his hands still in motion, black magical energy surged from his back, and the towering silhouette of the three-headed black magical lion reappeared. But as it flickered, it darted sideways and plunged directly into the mountain-god-like automaton that had remained motionless nearby. Instantly, a series of sharp cracking sounds erupted from within the automaton's body, and concentric rings of black light spread outward. After a layer of black crystalline light rippled across its surface, the automaton gradually blurred and transformed into a solid, tangible three-headed magical lion. The black giant lion raised all three of its heads simultaneously, and instantly three beams of different colors surged upward like torrents of light. Then, with a single movement of its limbs, it transformed into a swirling mass of black light and shot off to the side. The golden giant palm descended with a thunderous roar, and whatever beams or sharp edges it encountered shattered under its overwhelming force. As the immense power radiating from above enveloped the great man, he vanished silently into ash.