Upon seeing Han Li blocking his path, the old Qian magician was immediately startled. At that moment, the figure in the silver glow moved swiftly, producing a small, vividly red bow in his hands. With a simple gesture, he drew the bowstring taut in the air, and a dense stream of red arrows shot forth in all directions. Meanwhile, Han Li unexpectedly smiled at the old magician, then brightened his three-flame fan. As the sound of phoenix-like cries filled the air, a stream of tri-colored flames surged from the fan, instantly transforming into a fiery phoenix that surged toward the Blood Demon Pearl. The dual assault was now fully established. The old Qian magician was deeply alarmed. He had witnessed the power of Han Li's three-flame fan before—naturally, he would not dare to meet it head-on. Yet the attack from the figure behind was equally formidable, and during his earlier moment of distraction, he had already suffered a significant setback. With no choice, the Blood Demon Pearl emitted a sharp cry, suddenly retreating backward, while its blood-like glow intensified. A hazy ghostly face emerged on the surface of the pearl, and as it opened its mouth, a surge of black mist erupted, instantly solidifying into Blown by the fierce wind, the banner swelled to a few feet in size, and a sudden surge of阴气 arose, shimmering with jade-like light! The Yin Luo Banner! Han Li instantly recognized its origin. Aside from being denser in magical essence, it was nearly identical to the one he had previously obtained. As the senior abbot of the Yin Luo Sect, it was no surprise that the elder demon possessed such a treasure. Han Li's thoughts flashed swiftly. At that very moment, the banner unfurled before the Blood Demon Pearl. Immediately, strong gusts of阴风 blew up, black mist spread out, and one after another, distorted ghost heads emerged from the magical aura, spouting phosphorescent light and rushing toward the sweeping barrage of fiery arrows. The arrows, in turn, did not hesitate, piercing the ethereal veil with force, exploding in a continuous roar. Yet, taking advantage of this moment, the Blood-Dry Elder skillfully guided the Blood Demon Pearl and the Ghost Luo Banner, swiftly retreating to the side, and glanced back once. He saw the fiery phoenix, its wings spread wide, relentlessly pursuing him from behind. The elder's heart tightened with alarm, and he made up his mind with determination. The large green-misted banner suddenly rose, and a black void emerged on its surface. As the dark, ink-like qi surged forth, a small spirit about a foot tall burst out from within. Immediately upon emerging, the spirit expanded rapidly, transforming into a towering, fierce ghost over eight feet tall with a greenish complexion and sharp, prominent teeth. This grim ghost wore a sleek, dark armor and held a spear of support in hand, its tip blazing with vivid green flames—appearing fully equipped and possessing considerable power. It had been confined within the banner for a long time, and only just completing its transformation when it still hadn't fully surveyed the surroundings. Excited, it gave a loud, vigorous roar—only for that cry to abruptly cut off as the three-colored fire birds swooped in and landed right before it. Startled, the ghost opened its mouth in panic, hastily spewing out a surge of dark, damp qi, while raising its support spear to meet the advancing fire birds. Indeed, it was a most unfortunate turn of events. Though his divine powers may not have matched those of Qian Lao Mo or Han Li and others, they were no less than those of an ordinary Yuan-Enki stage cultivator. Yet, having been imprisoned within the Fan for several centuries, he had only just emerged to unleash the Three-Flame Fan—a rare treasure—while at the same time being momentarily negligent, failing to carefully examine the three-colored fire bird and treating it as a common spiritual bird. As a result, a thunderous boom erupted the instant the fire bird came into contact with the yin qi, causing it to burst apart. A mysterious radiance then emerged, swelling and contracting until it expanded to over ten zhang in diameter. Within this radiance, three-colored symbols surged forth, instantly dissolving the malevolent spirit and the surrounding yin qi into nothingness. Meanwhile, the Blood Demon Pearl seized the moment, wrapping itself in the Yin Luo Fan and swiftly retreating outside the three-colored radiance, thus escaping the calamity. Qian Lao Mo, though relieved, felt a deep sense of regret upon glancing at the Yin Luo Fan, now dimmed and appearing lifeless—its once-vibrant essence greatly diminished. This situation naturally arises because the main ghost of the Yin Luo Banner and a vast expanse of ghost mist have been extinguished by the three-hued glow. Indeed, the Yin Luo Banner is renowned as the treasure of the Yin Luo Sect, and its power is far more substantial than it appears at first glance. Its true strength only becomes evident when all eighteen Yin Luo Banners are gathered together. With all eighteen banners now under his command, not only would Han Li and that plain woman be safe, even a Sheng Shen stage cultivator would find themselves able to withstand the assault—let alone the old demon, Qian, who would surely be able to survive. Yet, unfortunately, the ancestral tradition of the Yin Luo Sect has long stipulated that the eighteen banners remain jointly held by no single individual unless the Sect faces a complete extinction crisis. Normally, the banners are shared among the top eighteen cultivators of the Sect, a rule that even as the Grand Elder of Yin Luo Sect cannot alter. Moreover, now one of the banners has fallen into the hands of the opposing party. Qian Lao Mo grumbled in resentment, only for the Xue Mo Zhu to once again reveal a ghostly face, opening its mouth to draw the already severely weakened Lü Fan into its core. After the blow from the San Yan Fan, his sense of apprehension toward Han Li had diminished significantly. Such a powerful artifact undoubtedly demanded a tremendous expenditure of magical energy. Han Li had already used it once during his combat with the two female cultivators from Hua Xian Sect, and now he had unleashed another fan strike. In the short term, Han Li would likely be unable to deploy the artifact again. Otherwise, merely a few consecutive strikes would have left him no choice but to be crushed beneath its overwhelming power. Yet, just then, an unexpected development occurred. A thunderclap erupted from the figure in the silver glow, sending a sharp, emerald lance of energy hurtling forth, which then vanished in a flash of sound and light midway through its journey. "Unfortunate!" Qian Lao Mo thought, his heart suddenly tightened upon recognizing this familiar scene. He had previously been caught off guard by this very attack, suffering considerable damage. The jade glow unexpectedly contained a divine lightning specifically effective against magical attacks. Unprepared, he failed to activate a secret technique to neutralize it, resulting in significant loss of his protective blood flame. Having suffered this setback once, the old demon naturally ensured such a scene would never repeat. After the ghost-faced figure drew the ghost banner into his mouth, he then flicked the blood demon pearl, causing it to blur and fade. A short, emerald-green arrow, several inches long, shimmered with golden electric light and appeared at a distance of a zhang. As the thunder roared, the arrow flashed and pierced straight through the pearl. The "Blood Demon Pearl" vanished silently, transformed into nothingness. In the final moments, the old demon employed a secret technique to teleport the pearl, leaving only a phantom at the original spot. At a distance of merely ten or twenty zhang away, a burst of blood flame erupted spontaneously, and the blood demon pearl appeared within it. Yet, an odd phenomenon unfolded! Almost at the same moment the Xue Mo Zhu appeared, a faint black glow flashed, and a slender, translucent blade of ink-like clarity floated silently behind the Xue Mo Zhu. The black streak swept effortlessly across the surface of the pearl, and the blade appeared on the opposite side—its protective blood flames completely unable to obstruct it! The skull was as black as ink, subtly quivering as if siphoning the essence of the Yuan婴's vital blood, making the onlookers feel profoundly chilled! Upon seeing the blood-magic pearl he had entrusted completely vanish, the old demon Yuan婴 immediately emitted a piercing shriek, swiftly wrapping himself in the Yin Luo Banner to block the surrounding beams of northern Yuan light, and then transformed into a swirling mass of black vapor, shooting off toward the distance. The colossal skeleton, engaged in a fierce struggle with the giant formed by Gui Ling, likewise roared sharply, leaped backward, and then instantly disintegrated into five streams of pale gray vapor, rushing toward the old demon. Though the blood-magic pearl had been destroyed and the old demon could no longer manifest his blood-bodied form, as long as he joined forces with the five young demons, he could still assume the form of any one of them. Gui Ling naturally would not allow the five young demons to depart easily; she instantly shrunk her form back to her ordinary size and then took off on a black-and-white stream of light, pursuing them. Both the five young demons and Gui Ling were still fifty to sixty zhang away from the group of Han Li and his companions. If the elder demon's immortality embryo has a supporting object or if the embryo is located beyond the Prime Light of the North Pole, it can employ the instant-translocation technique and thus rendezvous with the five young demons in just a few flashes. But now, they must flee using ordinary evasive light—how could they possibly escape the hands of Han Li, who can wield the Lightning Evasion Technique? Han Li remains expressionless, yet his wings flutter once, and he appears directly in front of the dark aura. He then raises his hand, and a thunderous roar follows, as several golden arcs coalesce into a golden net that descends directly upon them. Naturally recognizing the Divine-Defeating Lightning, the elder demon's immortality embryo instantly grows pale, and upon opening his mouth, he expels a cloud of blood mist to temporarily counter the golden net. Then, he swiftly alters his course and darts off to one side. Yet, unexpectedly, a flash of light appears ahead—then, a sphere of silvery glow suddenly blocks the path, and as the light dims, a middle-aged cultivator with a pale face emerges. This man wears a yellow robe, his expression composed and motionless, and holds a small red bow in one hand— Yet this puppet, though present without immediate action, did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, at the very moment the old demon was startled, his eyes—seeming ordinary—suddenly flashed with a brilliant purple glow, radiating outward in concentric waves. The old demon’s Yuan婴 instantly perceived this purple light, finding it so splendid and captivating, as though the very essence of an immortal general had been absorbed into it. His own body warmed up, and he found himself unwilling to think of anything or do anything at all. "Wait—that's a **spell!" Though currently only his Yuan婴 was manifest, the old demon’s long years of cultivation had sharpened his divine awareness so that it instantly awakened. Frightened, he swiftly turned his head, unwilling to look at the other’s eyes even a moment longer, and rolled his protective black aura, preparing to vanish instantly in a different direction. But at that very instant, a sudden stir of spiritual energy erupted above his head. Startled, he lifted his gaze. And there, above him, a small cauldron had appeared—without any prior notice! This tripod rotates slowly, radiating a gentle jade glow. Though it was the first time the elder demon had seen such a treasure, drawing upon his centuries of experience, he instantly sensed its strangeness and, without hesitation, surged forth as a stream of black vapor. The smaller tripod emitted a clear chime and suddenly released a shimmering wave of jade-hued light, sweeping directly toward the direction where the elder demon had fled.