At that moment, the celestial and primordial qi throughout the entire giant island suddenly trembled violently. Numerous five-colored light spheres, each the size of a clenched fist, surged upward from the surface of the pond and rushed fiercely into the body of the pseudo-immortal. Though seemingly motionless, the pseudo-immortal's body saw countless deep green spiritual patterns rapidly swelling and thickening, beginning to surge and snake through his surface like lively green serpents. A flash of stern determination passed across his face, and a faint, resonant "boom" emerged from his lips. Instantly, the thick, deep green spiritual patterns flashed brilliantly, unleashing an overwhelming surge of intense energy. Cracks began to radiate across the pseudo-immortal's form, twisting and winding, while countless brilliant, vivid streaks burst forth from within. A tremendous roar echoed as a radiant disc of five-colored sunlight materialized in the void, completely engulfing the pseudo-immortal. "Not good!" The young cloaked figure, for the first time, glimpsed a flicker of fear in his eyes. As he moved, a series of trailing shadows surged behind him, propelling him backward. The immense phantom magmatic toad behind him let out a long, resonant cry, its golden tongue retracting at an astonishing speed. With a flurry of rapid movements, the tongue danced and formed a vast, shimmering net that shielded the young man below. The five-colored sun gently contracted, then expanded, before bursting completely. "Self-explosion!" "Run!" Upon seeing this, the elder of the Long family and the young lady in flowing robes were instantly thrown into a state of panic. Given the formidable power just displayed by the pseudo-Immortal, they knew that if he exploded now, they would have no chance of survival at such close range. They had no hope that the spiritual king's detached consciousness would spare them—perhaps the great spiritual cultivator had already planned to eliminate everyone here in one sweeping move. After all, the deal he had just made with Yuan Yan, the Supreme Ancestor, was an extremely confidential matter—one he likely did not wish to have any other witnesses remain in the world. Han Li was equally stunned, and without further thought, the colossal ape he had transformed into suddenly shook both hands. Instantly, two towering peaks blurred into view before him. As shimmering light cascaded through, the small mountains expanded into peaks over a hundred zhang tall, and the magical armor on his body surged with a deep black glow, countless black runes surging forth to form a radiant shield around him. Then, with a further incantation in his mind, golden light flashed rapidly before him. Suddenly, a strange, radiant figure with three heads and six arms materialized, and all six arms simultaneously struck the empty space in front of him. As a result, six golden orbs shot out, and a golden vortex—spanning twenty to thirty zhang in diameter—emerged before the peak, spinning wildly. At that moment, the humming sound in Han Li’s sleeve intensified, and innumerable golden insect soldiers surged forth, forming a vast cloud that spread across his front. As the swarm of insects danced, a shield of ancient and remarkably solid design swiftly coalesced and remained motionless, firmly blocking the great ape in front. At the sight of their shock and outrage, the other two also gritted their teeth and summoned their final reserves, striving desperately to save themselves. Upon a thunderous cry, the elderly patriarch of the Long family rolled onto the ground, and immediately after a resonant dragon's roar that soared straight to the heavens, transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon ten zhang long. The dragon shone with a brilliant golden glow, each scale appearing as though forged from pure red gold. With its white-headed body raised and its jaws agape, it expelled a golden orb the size of an egg. The orb, covered in misty, ethereal radiance, spun smoothly and instantly solidified into a magnificent golden bloom, which bloomed before the others. As for the five-clawed golden dragon itself, its scales one by one stood upright and then burst forth in a sudden, powerful surge. As the golden light shimmered, the scales surged outward, expanding dramatically, as if countless golden shields the size of palms had materialized around her, forming a solid protective shell. Then, the golden dragon let out a long, resonant roar and gave its body a decisive twist, curling into a massive, spherical form. On the other side, the young lady clad in feathered robes saw her body ripple with swirling hues of five colors, transforming into a five-colored phoenix stretching several zhang in length. However, upon spreading her wings and emitting a long, clear cry, the surrounding void suddenly experienced intense ripples, with countless white, misty spatial fissures emerging and radiating an astonishing suction force. After her transformation into the phoenix, the young lady had unleashed the full potential of her spatial magic, instantly creating hundreds of such spatial rifts in a single breath. At the same time, the luminous glow from the phoenix's crown intensified, instantly deploying thirteen layers of five-hued light screens around her body, nearly depleting all the inner magical energy she possessed. At that moment, within the bursting five-colored suns, a series of sharp "shrieks" erupted! Dense streams of five-colored filaments surged forth like countless arrows from the suns, striking the green-hazy light above the valley. In a matter of several flashes, the layer of light became riddled with wounds and nearly reached the upper reaches of the entire island's edge. For a while, the sky was filled with dazzling filaments flashing continuously, their piercing sounds echoing throughout the heavens, leaving no other sight visible. The power unleashed by the false immortal had proven to be relentless and unceasing, creating a sensation of almost perpetual suffocation. After an indeterminate length of time, the filaments gradually thinned out and eventually vanished entirely. The landscape within the valley reappeared, yet everything had changed dramatically. One could see that the entire valley floor had lost a thick layer of soil and stone compared to before. The once-abundant pond, filled with the most refined and pure qi, now stood completely empty—every drop of water had vanished without a trace. Its bottom revealed a vast, perfectly level expanse of pale green stone, upon which a massive spell array spanned half the pond's area. The array shone black and luminous, pulsing with a soft, deep indigo glow. The aura of Yuan Yan, the Sage Ancestor of the Demon Clan, had clearly weakened by more than half compared to before. Clearly, during the previous moment, the false Immortal's self-explosion had sent its full power directly toward this Demon Clan founder. Had it not been for the black magic dagger shielding most of that power, he likely would have perished right here. Of course, at the root of the matter, this is precisely why Yuan Yan's powers have been so severely constrained in this location—otherwise, even if he couldn't escape unscathed, he certainly wouldn't have sustained such a devastating blow. A blade of black light, stretching a hundred zhang in length, flashed and vanished in a single stroke. After a thunderous roar and intense tremors, the spatial rift was instantly severed by the strike and ultimately vanished completely within the black glow. Yet, clearly, Yuan Yan, the Supreme Ancestor, had not fully vented his fury. Turning his head, his somber gaze settled upon the spot where Han Li and the others had previously stood. He paused slightly, his expression instantly becoming profoundly astonished. There, in the void, only a solitary figure remained—standing alone, one arm raised to shield herself. To her left and right floated two small mountains, each about a zhang high, but their once-impenetrable surfaces now lay shattered and fragmented, their faint luminous glimmers dimmed and fading. The shield composed of mature, golden-bodied insect bodies, which had previously seemed unbreakable, now retained only a fraction of its original strength—fewer than two thousand of the living insects still forming the remaining half of the shield. Although the mature golden-bodied insect could not be directly destroyed, it was no uncommon occurrence for it to be knocked off balance or stunned by an truly irresistible force. As for the three-headed, six-armed golden form, it had already vanished from its original location—most likely shattered by the direct impact of the self-explosion's power. This figure was none other than Han Li. Yet at this moment, not only had he regained his human form, but the once-black, ink-like magical armor covering him was now riddled with countless fine cracks. Despite this, Han Li himself appeared completely unharmed, untouched and undamaged. The old master of Long Family and the young lady in the feathered robe, who had been near him, had both disappeared entirely—completely annihilated by the self-explosion's power, leaving not even a trace of their existence. Though both had employed extremely powerful techniques and fought fiercely to defend themselves, they still met with such a fate. Indeed, the self-explosion of the false immortal had been truly terrifying. Precisely because of this, the young man in black robes was utterly astonished when he saw Han Li emerge unharmed. As the Yuan Yan Sage's mind swiftly spun, his boiling rage was momentarily suppressed, though his gaze remained dark and fixed upon Han Li, as if striving to discern the reason behind his survival. Yet at this moment, Han Li's actions became even more peculiar! He paid no attention to the two shattered mountains and the half-ruined insect shield, merely staring intently at the arm he had raised, his expression shifting between clouded and composed.