The green-faced, toothed demon族 flashed a fierce glare in its eyes, then without a word, hurled its bronze mirror skyward. With a sudden snap of its mouth, a surge of pure blood erupted, transforming into a mist that seeped into the mirror. Instantly, the mirror resonated with a deep hum, and after a brief blur, it shimmered into a monstrous, ghostly face the size of a gallery—its eyes closed, gently floating in midair. The green-faced demon roared, then swiftly pointed a hand toward the ghostly face. The eyes of the face snapped open, glowing with brilliant black light, and emitted a chilling, haunting laugh. But in the next moment, the demon's mouth opened wide, and a torrent of black flame surged forth, engulfing half the sky. The jade-like streak of light from the green-faced demon seemed caught off guard, instantly swept into the blaze. "You're truly dying!" the demon cried. "Under my Yandu Magmatic Flame, even with a celestial treasure of the highest order, you won't last more than a moment or two!" "The qing-mian lao-dia magian, continuously pressing gestures to summon and shape his ghostly visage below, laughed wildly. Under his incantations, the dark magical flame had coalesced into a single, towering column, surging upward and encircling the green streak of light tightly, burning fiercely and unceasingly. "Indeed, if others were caught by this flame, they might truly struggle to endure for long. But for me, breaking through it is as easy as breathing!" A soft, male voice echoed from within the black flame column, followed by a clear bird call. A sphere of silver light burst forth, seemingly untouched by the dark flame, and in a single flash, materialized at the peak of the column—then, with a soft 'pish,' transformed into a colossal silver bird stretching dozens of zhang in length. The bird shone with a brilliant silver luster. As its wings spread, silver feathers along its body ignited, causing the surrounding space to rapidly heat up, resembling the interior of a furnace, and the entire sky turned a deep, vibrant red. From a distance, it seemed as though a silver sun had suddenly appeared atop the black column of flame. "Unfortunate!" The qing-mian demon race gasped at this sight, immediately pressing a series of gestures to attempt further transformations—but it was too late. As the silver phoenix raised its head and emitted a long, resonant cry, it then suddenly lowered its head and drew in a deep breath. A stunning scene unfolded! The base of the fiery column instantly condensed and spiraled downward, transforming into countless black threads that surged rapidly into the phoenix's mouth. Within mere breaths, the massive column had thinned to a mere outline, revealing a clear, misty human figure. This figure appeared to have employed no magical artifacts, simply radiating a protective aura and standing still in the void. Yet, the remaining black demonic flames could not penetrate even a single strand of that protective glow. The qing-mian demon stared in awe, nearly unable to believe his own eyes. How powerful this Yandu demonic flame truly was—he himself knew better than anyone. To his astonishment, the opponent could simply rely on its protective aura to withstand this blaze—almost making him think of a being from the Great Perfection stage. Perhaps only the ancient, millennia-old monsters could possess such prowess. "Could it be that the opponent truly belongs to those ancient beings—and by sheer coincidence, I've encountered one of them! Even if not, the opponent is certainly beyond my ability to withstand." At this thought, the demon's face paled dramatically, and he broke into a cold sweat. Suddenly leaping to his feet, he pointed a finger at the sky, then shouted the character "Bao" with great force. As he shook his shoulders, his arms unexpectedly detached, and with two soft "puff" sounds, instantly transformed into two streams of blood mist, completely enveloping his body. At that moment, countless fissures suddenly appeared on the vast, ghost-faced surface in the sky, then burst open in a flash of black light. From the ruptured surface, countless fine black filaments surged forth, densely and violently shooting out, forming a colossal, sky-reaching net that surged downward to envelop the opposing side. The green-robed figure, naturally, was Han Li, who had just arrived. "Blood Flight Technique!" Upon seeing the Seer of the Green-Faced Demon race's actions, Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, murmured the words softly, then raised one hand to strike the sky, while gently flicking his sleeve toward the distant area. A golden hand phantom, about one acre in size, materialized in the air and extended its five fingers, grasping firmly at the massive net. A sharp tearing sound erupted as countless black filaments were forcibly severed by the golden fingers. The giant net was effortlessly torn apart. Meanwhile, as Han Li flicked his sleeve, a thunderclap roared, and a brilliant golden arc of lightning shot forth—only to vanish instantly. At that very moment, as the demonic being, whose body was glowing with blood light, was about to recoil backward, a thunderclap erupted from the heavens, and a golden arc suddenly appeared mysteriously above the blood mist, descending with an astonishing speed. The faceless demon felt a flash of golden light before him, and the blood mist above his head was instantly scattered, the golden arc striking him directly on his head without mercy. "Move!" The demon could no longer summon his blood flight technique; his form blurred as he hurried to recoil, and as he opened his mouth, a bright yellow flying dagger shot out, rushing to intercept the golden arc that was turning sharply toward him. A tremendous roar echoed—"Boom!" The golden arc vanished instantly, but the yellow dagger, crying out in lament, dimmed and, swaying slightly, collapsed downward. With the cultivation level currently achieved by Han Li, the power of the divine-protecting thunder he had summoned was now fully exerting its ability to counteract magical artifacts. And with the Qingmian Magian and the flying dagger mentally linked, the magian's face turned pale as he spat out a clutch of pure blood. Yet suddenly, a surge of black light erupted from his body, transforming him into a streak of dazzling brilliance that shot backward, seemingly ignoring the fallen blade entirely. "Indeed, he is resolute! Yet even with this feat, he still cannot escape my grasp," said Han Li, his eyes flashing with subtle brilliance, his expression remaining unchanged as he took a single, decisive step forward. Before his foot even touched the ground, thunder roared beneath him, and countless silver arcs surged violently from his soles, weaving and flashing together to instantly form a silver-white lightning array stretching a zhang in width. As soon as his foot pressed into the array, Han Li vanished into the thunderous roar. The streak of light had already traveled hundreds of zhang by the time it reached the distant horizon. Just as the Qingmian Magian exhaled deeply, his complexion easing, a sudden thunderclap erupted ahead—without any prior sign, a silver-white lightning array materialized in the void. At nearly the same time, Han Li suddenly stepped forward from the center of the thunder array. "Unfortunate!" the green-faced demon gasped, shifting his flight path and preparing to dash off in another direction. But at that moment, a low hum resonated behind Han Li, and a colossal form with three heads and six arms materialized. As soon as the form appeared, all three heads opened their six eyes simultaneously, and all six arms swept out in unison. A flash of golden light revealed six towering golden swords, each measuring several zhang in length, which immediately surged forward and slashed at the fleeing demon's flight path. The six golden sword streams flashed once and merged into a single golden thread, swiftly piercing through the demon's flight path. A piercing cry erupted! The green-faced demon and several of his protective artifacts were severed in two within the flight stream, yet immediately a sphere of yellow light burst forth from the wreckage, within which a dark infant could be faintly seen. But before the magical infant could flee in panic, the six sword beams that had flown over merely spun once and simultaneously turned to spiral back. A flash of cold golden light, and the immortal embryo of the demonic clan was instantly torn to pieces, vanishing completely from this world. Han Li smiled slightly, making no further movement. As his golden form behind him flashed once, he silently faded away. From the moment he appeared until the green-faced demon lord exploded his treasures and fled with both arms, it seemed like a long duration—yet in reality, it had only taken an instant. Thus, Han Li had swiftly eliminated this mid-stage immortal demon lord, who, despite being protected by rare treasures, possessed a true strength comparable to that of a typical late-stage immortal demon lord. Unfortunately, he had encountered Han Li, a being who dared to directly challenge even the peak stage of cultivation, and thus met his end. ...in a strange space enveloped by waves of vibrant, multicolored halos, four magi with thick fur covering their bodies, resembling colossal gorillas, floated in a line high above, their skin shimmering with blood-like radiance and subtly exuding a faint scent of blood. Besides these four, several dozen wood-tribe members with emerald-skinned complexions, their faces solemn, surrounded them tightly in a circular formation. Above this circle of wood-tribe figures, a woman with a cold demeanor floated in mid-air, her arms crossed, her pair of crimson flesh-wings fully extended behind her, with faint patterns of gold and silver runes constantly glowing. This was Fei Xiao Xi of the Yasha clan. At present, this Yasha clan's combined entity gazed at the four immortals of the magi with a notably serious expression. "The Blood-Camellia Immortal Technique! I always thought this technique had already been lost in the realm of the magi—no one would bother to practice such a cumbersome and self-sacrificing art—yet today, I am able to witness it firsthand." "It seems I've come just in time," Princess Xiao Xi said coldly. "Since we four have been practicing the Blood-Cypress Unlimited Technique, how could we not send these mere clerks away? They're merely offering up their vital essence in vain when they fight our brothers." One of the four demonic warriors replied in a low voice. "Heh, if any of you had the rank of Consolidation Stage—say, even just the initial stage—I'd have already turned around and walked away. Now, however, you're no more than Qi-Transcendence level. Even if you've been mastering the Blood-Cypress Unlimited Demon Technique, I doubt you could hold your ground against a dozen peers of the same stage without showing a single flaw. Fight! Fight with all your might. As soon as I see an opportunity, I'll strike and eliminate all four of you at once." After chuckling softly, Princess Xiao Xi immediately issued her orders to the Qi-Transcendence members. Although the wooden族 people also felt wary of the four magical族 members encircling them, they immediately launched their attacks simultaneously upon hearing Princess Xiao Xi's instructions. Some raised both hands and sent countless streaks of emerald light soaring through the air, while others opened their mouths, exhaling thick streams of viscous green vapor that swiftly solidified into ropes, each wrapping around the four magical族 members.