Upon seeing the cascade of silvery hair approach, the Fiendish Sovereign narrowed his fierce eyes, casually crossed his wolf-clawed staff before him, inhaled deeply, then suddenly opened his mouth, emitting a thunderous roar that shook the very earth. As the roar broke forth, the space before him blurred and warped, forming a thick, semi-transparent vacuum light shield. The rain of silvery hair striking the shield dispersed silently, vanishing as if they had plunged into the sea without a trace. Han Li, witnessing this, briefly expressed astonishment. With a single hand motion, his long green sword flickered and expanded into a massive blade several zhang in length, then he swung it toward the distant void. A rushing sound followed, and a sword shadow several dozen zhang long materialized above the Fiendish Sovereign's head, descending with powerful momentum. The Sovereign emitted a cold snort, and without hesitation, he drove his wolf-clawed staff upward into the sky. A mournful wail rose, and countless black energies surged forth from the staff, coalescing into a soaring black dragon. A tremendous crash ensued! The azure sword shadows had not yet fully descended when they were torn apart and shattered by the rampant, clawing black dragon. Upon the black dragon's sudden, powerful lunge with its wolf's tooth staff, it roared deeply and charged straight toward Han Li. Han Li gazed steadily at the dragon, his expression unchanged. Suddenly, sharp cries echoed within his body, and a cascade of azure swords burst forth from various parts of his form, spiraling around before coalescing into a vast, acre-sized azure sword lotus. With a mere adjustment of his sword technique, the petals of the lotus slowly unfurled and spread out, forming a protective dome that swept over the charging dragon. The countless sharp sword beams interlaced and cut through the dragon, reducing it to countless fragments that then exploded into black mist. "Hah! Excellent! Though our initial encounter was merely a test, your strength is truly impressive. You've certainly earned the right to give me a full, satisfying battle," said the King of Foul Sovereignty, smiling rather than frowning upon seeing the dragon completely destroyed. But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his wolf-tooth staff once more before him, murmuring a low, resonant incantation. In an instant, the staff in his hands burst forth with a brilliant glow of blood, transforming into a blood-streaked banner. With white bones as the staff and blood mist as the banner, the sight immediately evoked a sense of awe and unease. At the very moment the blood banner took shape, the Xungsi King was launched skyward. A thunderous "boom" echoed. Black electric arcs surged spontaneously across the banner's surface, and as the blood mist on the banner condensed, five golden skulls suddenly emerged—initially no larger than a bowl. Yet as they rose, they swelled instantly into wheel-sized forms, their eyes blazing with blood flames, and their mouths spewing out delicate green crystal glimmers. "Indeed..." Han Li was momentarily stunned by this sight. "Ah-ha," the man chuckled, "you young upstart." This is the true Yin Mago that Your Majesty has refined through the souls of powerful opponents he previously defeated—those who reached the Yuan婴 stage. Should you also fall into my hands, you might just have the fortune to become my sixth Yin Mago. The Fūsī King laughed loudly, then pointed his single hand toward the floating skull in the sky. Instantly, the flames within each skull surged, and amid the golden light, they transformed into six golden ghost deities. Each had deep purple hair flowing over their shoulders, a green complexion, sharp fangs, and slender fingers tipped with sharp edges, their bodies ablaze with blood flames, radiating a terrifying aura equal to that of a fully accomplished Great Stage cultivator. "Go," the Fūsī King commanded, then gestured once more toward Han Li. At once, the five golden ghost deities emitted low, mournful cries, their forms shifting as they surged forward, converging into five brilliant golden beams that shot directly toward Han Li. "Interesting indeed—truly capable of transforming a lost spirit and its Yuan婴 essence into such formidable Yin Magoes. This is a rare achievement. Yet if one believes that only you possess such allies, then that would be a grave Han Li, seeing this, only smiled lightly. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a golden glow surged forth, and upon catching the wind, it instantly transformed into a small golden figure adorned with intricate purple-gold spiritual patterns—none other than the King of the Gold-Eating Insects. "Send them free," Han Li said calmly to the King of the Gold-Eating Insects. "With your powers, you're certain to manage, aren't you?" The golden swordlight seemed sharp enough to cut through everything, rendering the ghost demon's normally resilient body—capable of withstanding top-tier treasures—now vulnerable. The ghost demon naturally gasped in astonishment, yet twisted slightly and vanished into the nearby void in a flash. Later, the remaining four ghost demons opened their mouths wide, and waves of black lightning and flame surged forth, rapidly fusing into a unified surge that collided with the golden mist, forming a vast ocean of black against the golden haze. At their point of intersection, black and golden energies intertwined, as if two colossal beasts were fighting with all their strength. Suddenly, a sharp crackling sound erupted within the golden mist, and a dozen thick swordbeams surged forward in a single line, cleaving through the black energy and creating a massive breach, then continuing their advance deeper into the darkness. But at that very moment, a ripple surged at the opening, and the ghost demon who had vanished suddenly reappeared. The two hands and the half-arm that had been severely wounded were instantly restored to their original condition. After a fierce, grim expression flashed across his face, he opened his mouth and expelled a blood-colored bone orb. A sharp "thud" echoed. This bone orb proved to be a rare treasure—when the golden sword beams struck it, they not only rebounded but were instantly stained with blood and dispersed into fragments. Remarkably, the orb also possessed a miraculous ability to purify impure treasures. As it spun swiftly, black vapors surged forth from its surface, rapidly engulfing both the newly appeared ghost demon and the orb itself. Thus, the sword beams could no longer completely sever the black vapors, and the black vapors, supported by the orb, could not penetrate the golden sword beams either. Despite their powerful, wave-like impacts continuing to clash, neither side could overcome the other in the immediate moment—resulting in a tense, stalemate. All this may seem complex, yet to Han Li and his companion, it was but an instant. As soon as the golden figure appeared, the King of the Fierce Court was momentarily stunned. When he saw that the five ghost spirits, though united, could only barely withstand the sword-energy of the figure, his eyes widened in surprise, and instinctively asked, "What kind of spiritual creature is this, possessing such great power? Its aura seems somewhat familiar." "Do you think I'll tell you?" Han Li replied calmly. "Hmph! If you won't speak, then I'll make you!" Upon hearing this, the King of the Fierce Court grew furious. With a single hand gesture, his form suddenly expanded, and as black mist rose from his back, a ghostly face of about an acre in size materialized behind him. Opening his mouth, he unleashed a long, flowing black ribbon of energy that, after blurring slightly, somehow spanned a hundred zhang of space and materialized directly before Han Li, sweeping down to meet him head-on. Han Li did not move his hands or feet, yet a ripple of energy surged before him, and a translucent, grayish light curtain materialized—precisely the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light, renowned for its ability to counter the Five Elements. However, what startled Han Li occurred instantly. Upon the black ribbon of energy striking the gray curtain, it shattered like fine porcelain, then immediately spiraled around Han Li, wrapping him tightly in seven or eight tight turns, forming a massive, black, dumpling-like cocoon. With a sudden "pffft," a surge of blood-like flames erupted from the surface of the cocoon, fully transforming it into a colossal ball of fire. Yet the Foul Sovereign King did not cease his assault. Instead, he let out a fierce laugh, raised his hand, and with a simple gesture of rotation in the air, a pungent, foul odor surged forth, and a massive, ink-black battle axe, several zhang long, materialized, then surged forward with lightning speed to strike the fiery ball. A sharp, piercing cry rang out. A flash of cold light rippled above the fireball, and the sharp edge of the axe's blade sliced through with precision, landing squarely at the very center of A sharp, metallic clink echoed, and the axe-blade first rebounded stiffly, then shattered in segments, fading entirely. Suddenly, a roar erupted within the fireball, and six thick, furry hands burst forth,撑破 the sphere. A surge of silvery flame erupted from each hand, rising skyward. After a downward surge, the flames swept all the blood flames away, revealing Han Li once more within. At this moment, Han Li had transformed into a golden-furred, three-headed, six-armed giant ape, his body shimmering with a steady silver flame, his six eyes coldly fixed upon the formidable King of the Fierce Court. The King of the Fierce Court's face also shifted between expressions of surprise and concern—he had not expected such a powerful assault to leave Han Li unharmed. Yet, in the next instant, the giant ape suddenly moved all six arms simultaneously, transforming each golden fist into a cascade of rushing fist-images. These images blurred slightly before solidifying into bright, radiant spheres and shooting forth in all directions. The King of Evil sneered, opening his mouth to unleash another thunderous roar, instantly forming a layer of vacuum light shield in front of him. The golden light spheres then struck the shield like a downpour... Quite different from before! As each sphere of light, shaped by the King's fist strikes, approached the shield, they all flashed violently and burst apart at the last moment, releasing an overwhelming surge of impact power. Though the vacuum shield was remarkably adept, it began to crack and fragment visibly under the cumulative force of so many simultaneous explosions. With no further defense, the subsequent spheres surged forward, crashing directly into the King of Evil's exposed form. Yet, instead of retreating or dodging, the King remained steadfast, simply crossing his massive black war axe before him. A flash of black light followed, and the axe instantly transformed into a towering bone shield. Suddenly, after the massive ghost face behind King Wang's back blurred slightly, it materialized clearly upon the dark, bone-like shield. With a sudden wide opening of its mouth, an immense suction force erupted forth, instantly drawing in everything around it. The dense clusters of golden light spheres, caught in this force, spontaneously changed direction and were drawn into the ghost face's mouth. Inside, golden flashes erupted continuously, accompanied by resonant thunderous sounds, until they vanished completely.