The young man in the green robe was naturally none other than Han Li, who had entered the hall with great dignity. However, at this moment, his face was veiled by a shimmering sheet of azure light, and his form had subtly changed from before. As soon as he moved, dozens of slender strands of sword-threads, formed from the jade bamboo bee-cloud swords, surged forth. Though these strands appeared delicate, each one was refined and condensed into brilliant swordlight, sharp enough to overwhelm most treasures. Yet, this mage from the Seagull Clan, dispatched specifically to guard the core disciples, was no ordinary adept—his abilities stood out among the rest. Overcome with shock and fury, he roared aloud, expelling a surge of vibrant, misty green wind from his mouth. Then, he extended both hands from his sleeves, reaching out toward the sword-net in the air. Though these hands seemed ordinary at first, as they emerged, a golden-hued glow coalesced within each palm, subtly forming the silhouettes of a dragon and a tiger. With a powerful surge, they surged upward and lunged forward, aiming to tear through the sword-net with sheer force. Han Li watched the scene with unchanged composure, yet with a steady finger, he pointed calmly toward the sky. A dull "pffft" sound echoed as the jade-like network of swordlight swelled. Each strand of the network blurred and transformed into a cascade of pale, misty swordbeams, shooting down from the heavens like a torrent. The spectral forms of the dragon and the tiger, barely able to emit a mournful cry, were instantly pierced by countless swordbeams, their bodies torn to shreds and dissolving completely in the void. The remaining hundreds of swordbeams continued their course, rushing straight toward the magical man. The magical man's face paled in alarm; a sudden gust of wind surged around him, swiftly engulfing his form. In the next instant, the dense stream of swordbeams flashed and vanished, passing through the wind as if it were nothing. When the wind was finally shattered by the force of the swordbeams, the magical man had vanished entirely from his original position. Han Li's gaze flickered, and then his palm darkened, becoming as black as ink. Suddenly, he raised his hand and struck the empty space to the side. A powerful, intangible potential surged forth from his palms, erupting into a thunderous roar. Where it had seemed empty, a gray glow materialized, and a figure stumbled out, falling backward in a sudden arc. It was the magical mage who had concealed himself nearby, intending to strike a surprise attack on Han Li. "It's impossible! My Magician's Wind Technique has been refined to its utmost perfection—how could it be so easily detected?" The mage had flown out over fifteen paces before finally steadying himself at the center of the hall, his gaze now filled with astonishment and growing anger. Han Li, however, merely gazed at him calmly, offering no response. "Well, well," the mage said, his expression now growing cold, "I must admit—I've only one thing left: my life. I'm ready to give it all." Upon hearing this, Han Li's lips curled slightly, and then, with a sudden motion of his sleeve, a cluster of silver flames shot forth. Yet strangely, the flame did not fly toward the man across the hall; instead, it surged sharply toward another corner of the hall. Spinning smoothly, the silver flame transformed into a silver phoenix, initially no larger than a foot, but upon spreading its wings, it grew to the size of a person's height. A thunderous roar echoed as the silver flame exploded, engulfing the corner in a surging wave of flame. At that very moment, a cold exhalation rang out from the corner! A surge of emerald light burst forth within the silver flame, expanding to form a spectral image of a three-headed green serpent, several zhang long. As soon as the spectral serpent appeared, all three heads simultaneously expelled a burst of cold breath toward the surrounding silver flames, sending forth waves of cold hues—green, yellow, and blue—that momentarily pushed the silver flame back. Then, with a flash of emerald light, a figure shot out from within the flame and swiftly materialized beside the magical race man. A woman in a long emerald gown, in her thirties, stood there! This woman has average beauty, with slightly darker skin, and upon her shoulder rests a three-headed green serpent about a foot long, shaking its head continuously and emitting a hissing sound. The towering serpent silhouette I saw earlier in the silver flame was actually a manifestation of this serpent. "Seventh Elder, you've also arrived," the male mage said, his expression relaxing slightly upon seeing her. "Yes, this woman possesses profound abilities. I intended to quietly slip past unnoticed, but I failed to conceal myself from her perception." The green-robed woman stared darkly at Han Li, not turning her head as she replied. "She must have allies. We must immediately move to escape her and proceed to the Hall of Hidden Spirit to rescue the others. I will do my best to keep her occupied while you go ahead," the male mage said, after a brief thought. "You are especially skilled in magical wind teleportation, far surpassing me in this regard. It would be more appropriate for me to hold her, while you proceed to the rescue first." The green-robed woman shook her head, and as she spoke, she suddenly raised one hand and then exhaled forcefully. A flash of silver shot forth from the woman's mouth, swiftly snatching a half-finger from her palm in a single motion. Though the broken bone and flesh were clearly visible, not a single drop of blood spilled. The once listless green serpent on her shoulder instantly stirred, brightened, and surged forward with a flick of its tail, its head arching as it swallowed the severed finger whole. At this moment, the woman murmured incantations, then opened her mouth again to exhale several clusters of pale violet essence, enveloping the serpent within. Under the combined power of the essence and the spell, the serpent expanded dramatically, swelling like a gust of wind, and in an instant grew into a colossal creature several dozen feet long. Its scales shimmered with a bright green glow, and three heads each sprouted horns of different hues—green, yellow, and blue—making it both magnificent and terrifyingly imposing. The male mage was slightly taken aback by the woman's actions, but soon nodded decisively without hesitation. With a flick of his wrist, a crimson circular ring shot into the air. Spinning gracefully, the ring emitted a beam of white light, from which emerged a snowy white magical bird resembling a giant eagle, but with a vivid emerald eye clearly visible on its forehead. Whether it was the three great serpents or the snowy white bird, both radiated power equal to, or even surpassing, that of the female and male magi, and their energies seemed subtly complementary to each other's techniques. Together, their combined strength was no less than that of four Magi-Emperors standing side by side. Faced with this scene, Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to afford any real complacency. With a gentle sweep of his sleeve, a yellow ethereal form surged forth and, upon a subtle shift, transformed into a small creature about a foot in size—none other than the Leopard-Mare, now advanced to the Consolidated Stage. At the same time, Han Li was enveloped in a surging aura of magic, and a dark, lustrous magical armor materialized before him. With a single palm gesture in the air, a small, solid black mountain appeared silently. Amidst the still-burning silver flames lingering in the corner, a clear, resonant chime rang out! The flames curled and condensed, transforming once more into a silver fire phoenix, which then swiftly returned to hover above Han Li's head, darting up and down in an unsteady, swirling motion. Yet this current cold was no mere doubling of the previous one—it seemed fierce enough to freeze the very void into a solid mass, with faint traces of three-colored runes shimmering subtly within the chill. As for the magian man on the other side, he made no move to attack Han Li. Instead, with a simple shift of his form, he and the snowy magian bird simultaneously transformed into two swirling streams of pale, misty gales, racing toward the side door at the far end of the hall. "Stop him!" Han Li ordered the leopard-mountain beast, then without hesitation hurled his black mountain-like object straight before him. Instantly, a mountain peak several dozen feet high materialized, spanning across his path. The green glow from the jade light struck the black mountain, bursting into clusters of green radiance and emitting sharp, rhythmic crackles—like rain tapping against a fence. Yet the black mountain remained steadfast, undisturbed in its position. At the same time, the silver fire bird launched itself forward, spewing out streams of silver flame, and surged into a wave of fire that pushed the three-colored cold winds back, step by step. At the same time, after receiving韩立's command, the Leopard-Lion beast transformed into a sphere of golden light and shot forth. After a slight shimmer in the void, it split into two separate spheres, then blurred slightly before vanishing completely into the void. The moment the demonic lord, who had just reached the doorway, felt a surge of spatial disturbance, two golden figures, each about a zhang in height, appeared suddenly in front of him. As they moved simultaneously, countless golden claws erupted in a roaring rush, emitting sharp "shhh" sounds as they sliced through the air, sweeping toward both him and the white demonic bird standing beside him. Upon briefly scanning these clawed streaks with his consciousness, the demonic lord was instantly startled. He no longer dared to advance, instantly halting the swirling hurricane. He then flipped his palm, revealing a pristine white fan, and struck it fiercely toward the front. In an instant, a powerful gust surged forth, then rolled into a grayish wind dragon, which then surged forward, its jaws open and limbs outstretched. On the other side, the snowy magical bird emitted an odd cry, then flapped its wings simultaneously, launching a series of lustrous, milk-white wind blades, each about a foot in width, straight toward the oncoming foe. A sharp, explosive clash erupted—gray shadows, white light, and golden glimmers collided, momentarily merging into an indecisive standoff. Despite the magical man's skillful use of wind techniques and his protective cover provided by his magical bird, every attempt to slip away from one side was repeatedly and unexpectedly blocked by the leopard-shaped divine beast. In terms of sheer strength, the magical man and his bird together might indeed hold a steady advantage over the leopard-beast. Yet in the subtlety and refinement of their evasive maneuvers, the leopard-beast surpassed the man, leaving the two locked in an unyielding struggle. As for Han Li on the opposite side, his single combat against the young woman in the green skirt and the three colossal pythons unfolded with ease, as if it were merely eating a meal. No matter how fiercely they attacked, he effortlessly repelled each assault with simple gestures and movements. Even if not fearing to eliminate the opponents and possibly inviting unwelcome follow-up complications, Han Li would have found it quite effortless to slaughter the woman and the three giant serpents. Amid the fury of these two magical beings, time swiftly passed, yet they remained firmly rooted in place, unable to move an inch. While Han Li was quietly pondering whether the young lady's mission had progressed smoothly, a joyful voice suddenly reached his ears: "Brother Han, we can now leave. My sister has secured her victory!" Upon hearing this, Han Li's face lit up with delight, and he burst into laughter.