"You truly are no ordinary fusion cultivator—how remarkable that you managed to transport us both here simply by creating a teleportation array. Such a direct, array-only technique is indeed rare! Yet, by bringing us here, do you really intend to face us both alone?" The robed elder fixed his gaze on the towering figure behind Han Li, his eyes flashing with growing seriousness. "You may say that easily enough, but as the price for making that statement, I shall demand your life." Upon hearing this, the elder burst out laughing in anger, then pressed a hand seal. A surge of blood light erupted behind him, and in a moment's flash, it transformed into a colossal blood-colored insect form, stretching over fifteen zhang in length. The creature was uniformly crimson, robust in build, and remarkably resembled a giant silkworm—only its head bore a massive, toothed maw that appeared entirely without a mouth, making it appear both imposing and terrifying. "Boom!" As the shadow of the insect just appeared, it suddenly opened its mouth wide, spewing out a beam of bloodlight. Immediately upon leaving the giant mouth, the beam blurred and split, transforming into countless strands of blood that surged toward Feng Han-li. "Excellent!" With a low exclamation, Han-li's smile faded, and his back technique instantly activated—his six arms moved in unison. A resounding burst of airwaves erupted, and countless golden fist-images materialized before him, coalescing into clusters of golden light to face the dense stream of blood strands. A continuous series of thunderous booms followed. As soon as the golden fist-images touched the blood strands, they burst into radiant golden splendor, sending out powerful gusts that rolled outward and firmly pushed the blood strands back, blocking them on the opposite side. Yet, upon witnessing this, the elderly scholar in the long robe emitted a cold snort, swiftly pressing hand seals, then suddenly pointing his fingers at the blood strands. A stunning scene unfolded! The dense network of blood veins suddenly came to life, twisting and trembling as if animated, then vanished in a flurry with just a single tremor. At once, a ripple of disturbance surged before Han Li, and countless blood veins shot out with a hissing sound, cascading like a rainstorm toward him. Han Li's face slightly paled, though his feet remained still—his body smoothly slid several zhang behind him. Simultaneously, the jade-green sword lotus beneath him swelled rapidly, its petals transforming into several layers of translucent, misty shields that formed a protective barrier before him. As the blood veins struck the jade-green shields, they were instantly shattered by the shimmering swordlight. With such a volume of veins, not a single one managed to pierce through the shield and reach him, instead dispersing into fine sheets of blood mist. The scent of blood quickly filled half the sky! Yet surprisingly, the distant old man in the robe, watching his attack fall short, did not show any sign of disappointment. Instead, a faint, strange expression briefly curled at the corner of his lips. At that moment, Han Li suddenly seemed to realize something. His gaze flashed to the woman with feathered wings on the other side. After his eyes flashed an unusual blue glow, his expression darkened as he swiftly scanned the surroundings with his vast spiritual awareness. Suddenly, a loud "crack" echoed as one of his arms expanded in circumference, and he delivered a swift punch toward the back. A thunderous "boom" resonated. The punch instantly glowed golden, as if forged entirely of molten red gold, and as the wind of the punch surged forth, faint rumbles of thunder began to rise. At the same time, where the golden fist had struck, a subtle ripple passed through the void, and a translucent, winged figure of graceful form materialized ghost-like. As the golden fist passed through, it struck the figure's head with full force, leaving no mercy. Thus, the mysterious figure now appeared as though it had been waiting, as if it had been specifically summoned to meet the fist. The human figure, though pale with surprise, merely twisted slightly and once more faded into indistinctness. As the wind swept past, the golden fist flashed through the head of the winged figure, yet came out empty—seeming to strike directly at the void. It was only then that the already blurred figure truly shattered and dispersed like foam. "Escaped!" Han Li, now swiftly turning ghostly, swept his gaze toward another patch of emptiness nearby, then raised his brows in quiet murmuration. There, as the subtle ripple settled, the winged figure flickered once more, appearing with a cold gaze fixed upon Han Li—exactly the winged female mage. Yet, near the cloaked elder, another winged woman remained quietly suspended in place. In both appearance and attire, they were indistinguishable. "In the state of combined existence, I've never before seen anyone master both illusionary arts and concealment techniques to this extent. If it weren't for my own spiritual vision and strong awareness, I would have genuinely believed you were still standing there, never having moved." Han Li said calmly, and as soon as the words left his lips, he suddenly lightly tapped the woman beside the robed elder with a finger. A thunderclap! A golden arc of electricity shot from his fingertip, flashed once, and then struck the winged woman right before her. "Pffft!" The woman near the robed elder instantly shattered into scattered points of white light, dissolving into mere phantom form. Both the robed elder and the true winged woman exchanged slightly concerned glances. Yet immediately, the magical woman spoke, her voice unusually cold and stern: "Even if you manage to evade this blow, what about next time? What about the time after that?" "Do you really intend to keep using the same method?" "Do you think the same tactics will still work on me?" Han Li was slightly taken aback, but quickly lightened his tone with a smile. "Indeed, the same tactics. Carry on." After the magic lady's face flushed with anger, her twin wings suddenly unfolded, and her form blurred, vanishing instantly. At the very next moment, a ripple of energy surged on Han Li's other side—this time, the lady materialized with a swift movement, her two hands instantly transforming into a pair of sharp, black claws, rushing toward him with a powerful strike. Seizing the moment without hesitation, Han Li merely shook his sleeve, sending a blade of jade-green light rushing straight at her. The light flashed with a sharp gleam, cleaving the winged woman in two—yet before her body had time to roll and fall, she dissolved into a mere phantom, vanishing without a trace. Then, on the other side, another ripple of energy surged. The winged lady once again materialized like a ghost, her claws flickering, and instantly unleashed a cascade of claw-like spears that swept down toward Han Li. Han Li remained expressionless, merely tilting his head slightly, then opened his mouth widely A thunderclap roared, and a golden arc of lightning burst forth, striking the winged woman directly—yet passing through her like a mere shadow, not touching her true form. At that moment, a fleeting shimmer appeared above Han Li, and the winged woman suddenly reappeared once more, her wings fluttering and sending out countless streaks of black light. Thus, with an astonishing form of movement, the winged woman continuously materialized and vanished around Han Li, launching a relentless barrage of attacks—yet remained untouched, as if an ethereal spirit, unharmed by any of them. "This is promising—after each attack, she instantly teleports away, leaving only a phantom to confuse the enemy. Such a technique is indeed intriguing, though it only works if her illusion is perfected to the point where it's indistinguishable from reality. Still, for me, this method proves entirely ineffective. Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light as he spoke with evident interest. Suddenly, behind him, the Buddhist saintly form extended its six arms, and instantly, golden great swords materialized in each hand, slashing out in all directions, effortlessly absorbing every attack. Yet the winged woman remained completely unimpressed, her form still ethereal, flickering in and out near Han Li, her speed increasing and her attacks growing more fierce—so intense that it seemed as though seven or eight attackers were simultaneously pressing their assault. Despite the relentless barrage, Han Li remained as steady as a mountain, and after briefly recovering from the successive waves of attacks, he suddenly sneered, flipped his palm, and with a flash of black light, a small black mountain rose up in his palm. However, just as he began to summon and activate the mountain, his expression changed abruptly, and a series of crackling "crack" sounds erupted across his body. Countless golden arcs surged from within, instantly forming a golden electric garment that enveloped his entire form. At the same time, the faint blood mist that had been drifting around suddenly coagulated and transformed into slender threads of blood, which then surged like living serpents, rushing toward Han Li and striking him. Had Han Li not noticed it earlier, he would have truly been caught off guard by these blood threads. Now, merely by swiftly channeling his inner qi, the golden electric robe on his body expanded dramatically, precisely catching the blood threads and colliding them together. A series of sharp crackling sounds erupted as the golden robe flashed wildly; once the blood threads entered it, they emitted deep, resonant thuds and burst into fragments. A thick mist of blood swelled up, quickly engulfing Han Li completely. These blood mists, after only a few rolls, became exceedingly viscous, with countless blood-colored runes shimmering within them. Only then did the cloaked elder standing at a distance halt his quietly channeled spell and exclaim with great delight, "Lady Lin, why wait any longer—now is the time to manifest that divine power!" "Hmph. I wouldn't need you to say so—I would do it myself." With a cold reply, figures near the blood mist flickered and instantly materialized into seven identical winged women. As soon as these seven women—whether genuine or not—appeared, they each swiftly rubbed their palms together, and instantly summoned a black-and-red magical banner. Then, simultaneously, they launched the banners skyward toward the blood mist. Though each banner was only about one zhang in length, their surfaces bore a distinct, vivid red magical array. Immediately upon being released, each banner transformed into a black-and-red orb of light, hovering and swirling in the air. The seven women continued murmuring incantations, rapidly pressing and pointing their fingers at the banners floating above them.