Lady Wanhua was instantly startled—no small matter. At once, she gave a sharp cry, lifting her head and expelling a large, earth-yellow seal into the sky. Simultaneously, the shadow of the black giant lion behind her surged upward, raising a massive paw with a sound like tearing the heavens. "Boom!" With a thunderous roar, the fiery sphere expanded into a surging column of flame, rushing outward in all directions, its immense power causing the bloodlight aura to tremble and flicker even as it was pushed aside. At that moment, the nine-eyed blood toad in the sky opened its mouth wide, expelling a surge of blood energy that instantly merged into the aura and vanished. Immediately, the great aura emitted a resonant hum, quivered slightly, and then stabilized once more under the force of a fresh surge of power, pressing down firmly against the rising flame cloud. Though the black giant lion also breathed out streams of black flame into the cloud, the blood-colored aura's strength clearly surpassed its ability to withstand it. As Lady Wanhua watched in growing astonishment and frustration, fearing the aura would soon drift away from her, she hesitated whether to deploy her most reserved reserves. Yet at that very instant, the blood-colored aura flashed once and simply vanished. At that moment, only after the nine-eyed blood toad had calmly said, "Thank you for your concession," did its body roll onto the ground, and suddenly a mist of blood rose from nowhere. The masked man stepped out of the mist, now restored to human form. "Xiao brother, your prowess is truly remarkable. This encounter has left me, quite frankly, defeated," said Wan Hua Lady, her face clearly displeased. After gathering the fiery clouds above and her back-form, she could only speak with a touch of reluctance. "I merely gained the advantage of the nine-eyed blood toad's true form. In the actual life-or-death battle, I'm not certain I'll truly prevail over Wan Hua sister. Friend Han, it's now your turn. I'd also like to witness the wonders of the other continents." Xiao Ming said nothing particularly critical, merely offered these gentle remarks before turning to Han. As he began to emit a glow from his body, he transformed into a radiant orb of blood and stepped out of the light curtain, appearing near Han. "Wan Hua sister, don't you think it would be better if you returned to rest first? Shouldn't we have Friend Qingping and I spar first?" Han Li smiled slightly and turned to the young Taoist, asking. "No need. During our exchange, I didn't use much true energy, and even if I did, I can hardly expend much of my spiritual power. Master Han, please come in." The old woman spoke coldly before the Taoist could respond, her voice projecting clearly through the light screen. Qingping saw this and merely smiled, remaining silent. Han Li furrowed his brow slightly, then nodded, raised one hand, and with a brief gesture, his form blurred as he vanished silently from his original spot. At that moment, a ripple spread through the space within the light screen, and Han Li appeared without a sound. "Since Master only needed to block one attack, I won't hold back when I make my move," Han Li said evenly. "Hmph. I know this already," the old woman replied with a scowl. Behind her, the black light flickered, and the massive black lion reappeared, its jaws agape and limbs outstretched, now appearing even more fierce and intimidating than before. It seemed that after the recent setback, a deep resentment had taken root within him, with a clear intention to regain some face by confronting Han Li. Upon observing this, Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, then took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward. With a deep, resonant sound, his step seemed to weigh more than ten thousand pounds—upon landing, it sent a thunderous roar erupting from the spot where he touched the ground. The old woman was startled. Then she saw Han Li’s body suddenly adorned with countless silver spiritual patterns, golden light radiating outward, his form rapidly expanding and swelling, while golden scales began to emerge across his skin. In moments, he transformed into a fierce magical creature with a single horn on his head and a body covered in golden scales. "This is the true form of a Magus—reaching the pinnacle of magical cultivation! Wan Hua, be careful! Do not grow complacent!" The Qingping Daoist, upon seeing Han Li’s transformed appearance, was visibly alarmed and immediately issued a warning. Xiao Ming by the side, though his facial expressions were obscured by his mask, clearly showed a moment of surprise in his eyes. Wan Hua Lady had already been slightly taken aback; upon hearing the name "True Demon Body" and sensing the overwhelming aura emanating from the person across from her, her expression grew increasingly serious. With a sudden determination, she shook her sleeves, and instantly hundreds of black flying needles surged forth from the folds of her sleeves. These needles spiraled through the surrounding space, densely interweaving and eventually coalescing into a vivid, swirling array of black energy, forming a protective barrier precisely centered around the figure. The elderly lady had indeed summoned her most reserved and powerful technique—her flying needle array. This method had originally been discovered by her during an accidental visit to an ancient relic site. Over the course of several centuries, she painstakingly crafted these three hundred and sixty black-blooded needles, finally perfecting the array through rigorous cultivation and refinement. Since Lady Wanhua perfected this array, it has never been truly defeated when deployed against opponents of the same level—though she may not always prevail against stronger foes, she has consistently maintained a record of neither victory nor defeat. Now, facing Han Li's transformation, she has immediately summoned this array, clearly demonstrating her high regard for the True Demon Body. "The True Demon Body!" Upon hearing Qingping Daren's words, Han Li, after a mental shift, smiled to himself. "This still-unfledged form of the Buddha-Saint transformation, while resembling the final transformations achieved through several rare magical techniques, in reality possesses a vastly superior power. Beyond the sheer physical strength of Han Li himself, which is nearly on par with ordinary True Elapsed cultivators, even without the aid of the Jingze Technique, his incomplete Buddha-Saint body alone is more than sufficient to overwhelm ordinary large-stage cultivators. With this thought in mind, Han Li showed no hesitation. Upon seeing the opponent had laid out an array, the giant figure, now several dozen feet tall, took just a few steps and reached within arm's reach of the array. With a single arm motion, a massive hand covered in scales slowly extended toward the center of the array. After an odd flick of the fingers, the hand vanished into the space before him. At that moment, a loud cracking sound erupted within the black aura of the formation, and countless black streaks surged upward like a sudden downpour. Each streak clearly manifested as a slender needle, its tip radiating an astonishing cold light, sharp and piercing. Yet the golden giant palm showed no intention of retreating or dodging, steadily pressing downward with unwavering resolve. As a result, the black streaks struck the golden palm with the force of rain hitting a fence. However, in the next instant, a series of sharp "ting-ting" sounds rang out—each black streak bloomed into countless clusters of black light upon the surface of the golden palm, then rebounded, completely failing to penetrate or harm it. Upon witnessing this, Lady Wanhua did not appear particularly surprised. Instead, she took a deep breath and suddenly pressed her palm into a series of gestures, causing her figure to spin rapidly like a top in place. "Puff-puff" sounds filled the air, as countless colorful spells burst forth from the hazy form of the elderly woman and vanished into the formation. Black qi surged throughout the entire array. Suddenly, several dozen black ribbons shot out, instantly wrapping tightly around the golden giant floating in midair. As the ribbons emitted a resonant hum, countless black characters emerged and adhered themselves to the massive golden hands. In moments, the golden hands were densely covered with these black characters, no trace of their original golden hue remaining. "Seal!" At this moment, the Wanhua cultivator stationed within the array halted her rotation, her expression now one of satisfied pride, and she cried out softly toward the sky. Immediately, the black characters glowed brightly, pulsing and seeming to prepare for further transformation—intending to fully seal the giant hands. Yet, at that very instant, a resonant "Break!" sounded from the mouth of the colossal figure formed by Han Li. Thunder roared forth. Suddenly, countless golden arcs burst forth from within the black runes, weaving and intertwining to tear them apart inch by inch, revealing the golden giant hand once more. As soon as the hand gained freedom, it instantly flipped, and with a sudden motion, its five fingers grasped several black cords at their midpoints. With a firm press, it emitted deep, resonant "pffft" sounds. Under the astonishing force, the several black cords snapped into fine powder. Then, the golden hand blurred slightly and materialized in the void just a few dozen paces away from the array, pressing down firmly with its five fingers. The black array, stimulated by this sudden movement, instantly erupted in a sharp, piercing cry. Black energy surged upward, then rapidly coalesced into a shimmering black veil that enveloped the entire array. A thunderous roar echoed through the air. The golden giant struck hard upon the black veil, and at that point, a burst of black and gold light erupted instantly. The piercing radiance even caused Xiao Ming and Qingping Daoist on the outer stands to narrow their eyes. When the inner light subsided and they once again opened their eyes, the seemingly impregnable black light curtain above the array had been abruptly shattered and extinguished. The golden giant now stood like a small mountain above Wan Hua Lady's head, remaining still.