The elder only managed to cry out in agony before his body was completely devoured by the gold-devouring insects, leaving behind only a luminous orb of blood-encased immortal essence, still pulsing with refined blood and desperately sustaining itself through the eight black seals. Even this outcome was achieved thanks to Han Li's deliberate restraint—his insects had not yet exerted their full strength. Now, the elder's immortal essence was utterly shattered, pleading with Han Li in desperate, repeated appeals for mercy. Yet Han Li paid no heed, merely raising his hand. A blood-red ring shot forth with a sharp "whoosh," and was instantly caught in his palm—this was the storage bracelet left behind by the insects after the elder's body vanished. Upon scanning the bracelet with his divine awareness, Han Li slightly furrowed his brow. Though it contained several valuable items, the other three holy bricks he had sought were entirely absent. "Master, if you release me, I shall willingly offer you the three holy bricks with both hands," cried the blood-hawk city's immortal essence, grasping at the last possible lifeline. "Why should you hand over those three bricks at all? Won't I find them myself?" Han Li glanced at the Yuan'ing, his eyes suddenly blazing with a sharp, brilliant blue light, and coldly remarked. As soon as he finished speaking, the previously sluggish and restrained Shi Jin bugs instantly began to emit a loud hum, rushing without hesitation straight toward the elder's magical Yuan'ing, devouring it with unremitting intensity. Though the eight black seals were remarkably potent, they could not withstand the relentless, all-consuming appetite of the mature-bodied Shi Jin bugs, which burst and vanished in an instant. After a mournful cry, the magical Yuan'ing was completely devoured by the insects. However, when the swarm of bugs receded, three translucent, brick-like crystals of several inches in size were found precisely where the Yuan'ing had stood. "Indeed, he had concealed this within his Yuan'ing. If it weren't for my initial inspection with my spiritual senses, I would have truly been deceived." Han Li, upon seeing the crystals appear, briefly scanned them with his spiritual awareness and finally broke into a gentle smile, murmuring softly. Then, with a simple flick of his sleeve, a wave of jade-like mist shot forth and swiftly wrapped the three crystals, drawing them into his sleeve. Not only did these four crystalline bricks carry the entire magical prowess of the demonic realm, but they also contained a hidden map. Once he encountered them, he would certainly not let them go. At the same time, behind him, the sounds of thunderous resonance grew steadily louder and more intense. Han Li's expression shifted slightly, and he slowly turned around, glancing at the scene. At a distance of several dozen zhang, the two demons—Yang Er and Jin Hu, the Magistrate of the Golden Pot—were being tightly ensnared by a massive purple cauldron hovering in the sky, which had released several large, ancient script characters. As the ancient script shimmered and danced in the air, countless golden and silver symbols streamed out, while concentric layers of purple mist gradually spread around both of them. This was precisely the Purple Speech Cauldron! Han Li had quietly summoned it while turning to confront the Lord of the Blood Crow. Yang Er and Jin Hu had intended to flee when Han Li was battling the Silver-Eyed Elder, but they were unprepared and unexpectedly trapped in place by the Purple Speech Cauldron. Overcome with shock and fury, they desperately employed various techniques to struggle against the As a result, one green flame surged across the surface, transforming into a series of green fire dragons that soared upward, opening their mouths and spreading out their claws, while the other raised both hands, holding a golden gourd, releasing brilliant golden halos that spiraled around his body. Regardless of how vigorously they summoned their powers and activated their treasures, the ancient characters emerging from the purple cauldron displayed an even more astonishing might. After merely flashing in the sky, they completely absorbed both attacks, rendering them intangible, and then established successive seals in the surrounding void, immobilizing the two beings. Yan Lao'er and Jin Hú Mó Zūn, naturally, had also witnessed the entire scene of Han Li capturing and eliminating the Blood-Shattered, Deadly-Magic Moth. When Han Li first turned to look at them as he began to destroy the Blood-Hawk City's Master with his Yuan-Infant stage, their hearts sank completely. Under such circumstances, they dared not hope that Han Li would spare them at all. Even more, Han Li's divine powers left them utterly without the will or courage to resist. "Jin brother, if we don't move now, we'll never make it!" Yan Lao'er suddenly paled and shouted to his companion. Then, a surge of green flame erupted from his body, and simultaneously, a dozen five-colored top-tier magical artifacts shot out from him, exploding in a dazzling burst of light. A series of thunderous sounds reverberated through the air! The powerful waves generated by the magical artifacts' explosions managed to forcefully shatter the nearby seals, which had been rolled up by the spatial barriers. Yan Lao'er felt his body, previously as heavy as a mountain, suddenly grow light, and immediately transformed into a glowing green beam, rushing off without On the other side, upon hearing Yang Lao'er's words, Jin Hu Mo Zun also clenched his teeth and activated his life-saving technique. With a mere shake of his arms, the massive golden gourd he had been holding high suddenly transformed into a shimmering golden qilin phantom amidst the radiance, emitting a deep, resonant sound. As the qilin opened its maw, a surge of golden, terrifying flames erupted forth. Wherever the flames swept, the protective seals established by Zǐ Yán Dǐng began to dissolve and vanish. Enveloped by the qilin phantom, Jin Hu Mo Zun himself turned into a streak of golden light and soared upward. "Hmm, there's indeed a qilin presence—fire-type, no less. That's quite interesting," remarked Han Li, his eyes narrowing slightly with mild astonishment. Yet without hesitation, he pressed a hand seal and flicked his sleeve. The golden insect cloud spun once and instantly coalesced into a massive blade several dozen zhang long. As it trembled, it swiftly transformed into a golden streak, charging straight toward Yang Lao'er. Behind it, a piercing, high-pitched cry rose skyward. At the same time, a faintly green sword light surged forth from within Han Li's sleeve. After flashing briefly, it sliced the qilin phantom in two, cutting it in an instant with lightning speed. Yet the Golden Gourd Mage, though wounded, proved to be no ordinary being—after a piercing cry, he pressed his palms together and chanted a spell, causing the blood that had flown out to instantly transform into swirling blood mist, which then blended seamlessly into the outer phantom. The qilin phantom, though severed, instantly regained its original form and, pausing slightly, carried on with the Golden Gourd Mage, breaking through the air. The Leopard-Phoenix beast glanced at the golden glow far off, where the form of the Qilin shimmered, and with a heart full of joy, spoke in human words. Then, its body flickered and instantly grew ten times larger. With a simple movement of its limbs, it transformed into a blurred, ethereal form and surged forward. Given the Leopard-Phoenix's swift speed and divine abilities, confronting a Magistrate Sovereign of the魔 clan who had sustained bodily damage was no challenge at all. In the blink of an eye, four streaks of light split into two directions and vanished into the surrounding void, leaving no trace. Just as Han Li had completed this task, a roar echoed from the sky, and the figure of the Leopard-Necked Beast materialized, streaking directly toward Han Li. After a few flashes, the beast's golden form appeared above Han Li, only to shimmer once more and transform into a charming young girl of about five or six years old, her face pale as she urgently exclaimed, "Master! It's bad! Hurry!" As soon as the Leopard-Necked Beast appeared, it was filled with panic and shouted at Han Li. "What's happened? Did the one you were chasing escape?" Han Li was slightly taken aback, asking with some surprise. "No! The one I was chasing—I've already killed him. It's the wave of beasts... no, not beasts—it's... it's a wave of magical insects! A vast number of magical insects!" The girl stammered, continuously waving her hands. "A wave of insects!" Han Li was taken aback, his gaze instantly sweeping toward the direction where the Bao Lin beast had come from. Yet the distant azure sky remained unchanged, showing no sign of any anomaly. Confused, Han Li was about to ask the Bao Lin beast a few more questions when the scenery at the horizon suddenly transformed. The sky darkened abruptly, and a strange green line emerged at the far end, rapidly thickening and soon turning into a rolling green mist that surged toward Han Li's location. Han Li was startled, immediately expanding his spiritual awareness and channeling his inner spiritual energy rapidly into his eyes, where blue light flashed intensely. Instantly, the previously hazy mist became sharply clear in his vision, revealing numerous animal forms scattered throughout—numerous small creatures of yellow and green hues. These creatures had butterfly bodies and lion-like heads, each only a few feet tall, their bodies covered in yellow and green downy fur, and their eyes bright red as blood. "Dolphin-beasts! How have they appeared here? You mean the insect surge you referred to is precisely these?" Han Li's expression eased slightly and he turned to the girl. Although the deadly venom of the butterfly-tailed beast posed a serious threat to most fully integrated cultivators—possibly even frightening elders like those from Long Family—Han Li himself had cultivated the Wàn Dú Hún Yuán Body, a divine technique that rendered him impervious to all poisons. He was far from afraid of this creature. "Not them," the girl's expression of alarm remained unchanged, and in fact, her hands flew wildly as she pointed at the green mist, shouting in excitement. "The ones behind?" Han Li was momentarily stunned and turned to gaze more closely at the distant green mist. After a brief moment, his face suddenly paled. There, behind the green mist, a new patch of pale purple clouds had appeared—initially only a thin layer, covering a few miles in extent. But within just a few breaths, the purple clouds expanded rapidly, spreading across the sky and completely concealing half of it, stretching endlessly without any visible boundary. As soon as the green mist came into contact with the purple clouds, it began to emit sharp, hissing sounds. Both diminished slightly at the same time, and instantly, tens of thousands of fragmented limbs of the butterfly-beasts fell from the green mist, while in the purple aura, numerous slender, needle-like segments of the creatures, as long as chopsticks, rolled down.