A sudden roar burst forth from within the glow. Then, two massive hands of purple and gold emerged, probing forward and suddenly splitting apart. A sharp, piercing cry rang out—"crack!" The glow was torn asunder by the force of the two hands. The giant ape, radiating a strong purple and golden light, stepped out steadily. Though parts of his body were blackened, he appeared clearly unharmed. "So it wasn't the genuine offspring corpse shadow thunder after all. Its power is only one-tenth that of the true shadow thunder. To wound me with such strength? Purely delusional. This is indeed the famed 'Divide and Consolidate to Achieve True Essence' technique—quite impressive." The ape opened his mouth wide and hummed with satisfaction. "Hmph. One doesn't work. What about the ten white orbs?" The silence in the surrounding space lasted a moment, as even Huang Yuanzi seemed momentarily stunned by the ape's formidable physique. But quickly recovering, he snapped back with a firm voice. As soon as he finished speaking, the other orbs trembled slightly and then surged forth in a torrent, rushing toward Han Li. "Stupid! Since Han knew this was a technique to divide and consolidate true essence, breaking it should have been as easy as breathing. Then, the giant ape roared low, and instantly countless runes surged across its body. Several orbs of spiritual light shot off its form, transforming into the ethereal images of the Kung Peng, the True Spirit, the Heavenly Phoenix, the Peacock, and others. After a spiraling motion, they swiftly re-entered the ape's body and vanished. At that moment, the giant ape's body swelled dramatically under a vibrant golden-purple glow. Golden light flashed across its shoulders and sides, and suddenly two heads and four golden-arm limbs emerged from its torso. Golden scales bloomed across its surface, and straight, short horns rose from its forehead. Han himself underwent a three-phase Nirvana transformation. The transformed giant ape exuded an overwhelmingly terrifying aura, almost suffocating. Its expression darkened, and a surge of emerald light erupted from one of its arms, instantly manifesting into a dark-green wooden sword, which it then grasped firmly in hand. This was precisely the Kung Xuan's Spirit-Cutting Sword." The sword merely trembled, and instantly countless five-colored runes surged forth. A flash of brilliant light revealed a deep emerald aura bursting from the giant ape, spreading out in all directions, with powerful law fluctuations radiating throughout... At that moment, the emerald aura collided with the incoming spherical orbs. A series of sharp "pffft" sounds erupted! A stunning scene unfolded. Each orb emitted a humming sound, its surface flashing with crimson light, then gradually turned to fine ash, as if weathering away. "Destroying power! A heavenly treasure! No—impossible!" cried Huang Yuan, his voice strained and filled with urgency. Yet at this very instant, the giant ape's face broke into a fierce grin. Suddenly, black energy surged at the brows of all three of its faces, each rising a third pair of dark, ink-black eyes. After merely glancing at the several pavilions, the ape raised its wooden sword vertically and struck it downward, sending a shimmering green blade of light slicing through one of the pavilions. At the same time, its other arms also blurred, each extending a solid punch toward the remaining eight pavilions. Several large golden orbs, shaped like heads, shot forth, striking the eight pavilions ahead of the azure sword light. A thunderous roar erupted as the golden orbs burst, spreading out into surging waves of gold that instantly engulfed and submerged all eight pavilions. Under the overwhelming force of the golden shockwaves, the pavilions offered no resistance, crumbling into fragments. Suddenly, figures flickered within—eight ethereal forms emerged from the wreckage, only to be violently shattered and extinguished mere moments later as the golden waves crushed them. Then, the azure sword light blurred once more, cleaving the final pavilion in two. A soft "puff" sound, and from the archway of pale yellow aura, a figure rushed out in panic, only to fade into the void after a blur—then, with a sudden flash, materialized in the space some thousand paces away. "Brother Sanquan, act now! I've lost all my duplicates—my bodies are gone! If you don't move soon… Ah!" Huang Yuanzi naturally was terrified beyond measure, roared aloud, then rubbed his hands together and swept them upward. Instantly, a dense stream of golden-yellow light shot skyward. At the same time, the colorful radiance emanating from his body flashed, and a dozen different treasures detached themselves from his form, flying off and exploding with thunderous bursts, spreading out in shimmering sheets of light. It was clear that Huang Yuanzi had now resolved to fight to the very end. When the San-quan Daoist first heard Huang Yuanzi's cry for help, a slight hesitation appeared on his face, and he did not immediately come to assist. But upon seeing Huang Yuanzi's desperate situation, his expression changed several times, and finally, he made up his mind. With a sudden hand gesture, his light began to surge, transforming into a long, three-colored rainbow that soared into the sky. After a long cry, he broke through the air toward the direction away from the valley. A few flashes later, the radiant rainbow vanished completely. At the same time, under the emergence of more silver-patterned arrays, the Purple-Jade Hand finally released a myriad of radiant glows, pressing down firmly. No matter how keen the yellow flashes resembling arrows, nor how powerful the violent energies unleashed by the simultaneous detonation of several treasures, they were all crushed and shattered upon making contact with the purple-jade giant hand. Huang Yuan even later desperately expelled dozens of clusters of refined blood and consecutively employed multiple life-preserving great techniques to fend them off, yet still proved futile—forced to watch helplessly as the giant hand, like a mountain pressing down, directly subdued him. A burst of blood mist exploded in the void, and at the same time, the yellow glow blurred and, breaking free from the spatial constraints, soared out from beneath the giant hand. After a brief flicker, it vanished into the distance, reaching hundreds of zhang away. Within the yellow glow, a small figure in yellow robes, about a foot tall, with a face identical to Huang Yuan’s, emerged—his Yuan婴 (immortal embryo). Only a fully accomplished Yuan婴 capable of performing the divine sojourn technique could effortlessly escape such spatial bindings and vanish unscathed beneath the giant hand. Of course, at this moment, he had also noticed the Three-Complete Dao Man's abandonment of others and his solo retreat, and with growing fury, he immediately began chanting incantations without hesitation, his form gradually becoming translucent as he instantaneously teleported in the same direction. A glowing crimson ball of fire rolled forth from afar, exploding amidst the blood mist, its flames surging wildly and reducing everything within a quarter mile to ash. "Finally dealt with. This Nine-Phantom-Grace Sect truly proves challenging—even the Nirvana Immortal Body was summoned. However, that Daoist, San-quan, managed to escape swiftly and preserved his life." The three-headed, six-armed giant ape suddenly shrunk rapidly, transforming into human form within moments. He glanced coldly toward San-quan's fleeing direction before murmuring softly. Then, Han Li raised his arm, extended a single hand toward the distant void, and with a sharp crack of air, a jade-like storage relic shot forth, landing steadily in his palm. He swiftly scanned the relic with his spirit senses, a satisfied expression appearing on his face. After a brief hand motion, he closed the storage bracelet and turned his gaze toward the other battlefield. To everyone's astonishment, a small mountain several miles away had suddenly taken on the form of a flesh-and-blood mound composed of countless severed limbs and fragments of flesh, with rivers of blood flowing out and the scent of blood permeating the very sky. Above this mound, the humanoid figure formed by the Golden-Feathered Insect King floated silently, holding in one hand a round, furry head—clearly the severed head of the Immortal of Unfading Life—though it had shrunk to the size of a clenched fist. Though the Immortal of Unfading Life had transformed into an entity of invincibility, the pile of flesh around him showed no reaction, clearly having been truly slain by the figure. "Very good. Though the Immortal Body is formidable, once its head is severed, its recuperative power will be reduced by nearly half. Then, with the Yuan婴 forced out of its body, it will be easily extinguished. It seems you've naturally mastered the art of combat—no further instruction from me is needed. Excellent!" Han Li glanced at the small figure holding the severed head, spoke in a praising tone. Upon hearing this, the small figure showed no change in expression, but bowed slightly and suddenly tossed both the head and a black storage bracelet toward Han Li. Han Li smiled gently, rolled his sleeve, and caught both items in his hands. Yet after only a brief glance at the head, he shook his head and threw it aside, then opened his mouth, launching a thick golden arc. A thunderous crack followed, and the head instantly vanished in the golden light.