Yet the magical god formed by Han Li showed no reaction at all. After a shimmer of crystalline light passed over his head and face, the arm holding the deep-green great sword swept out again. The celestial and terrestrial energies trembled, and suddenly a slender thread of deep green surged forth. Ma Li's face paled, and without hesitation, he moved both sleeves simultaneously, launching out a flurry of colorful treasures—over ninety in total. As the deep-green thread approached, these treasures surged forward in a rush, exploding into brilliant, dazzling spheres of light. Clearly, these were no ordinary items; each sphere of light caused the green thread to pause momentarily, and a portion of it vanished into thin air. After all ninety items had burst and been consumed, the green thread had shrunk to only about fifteen zhang in length. Ma Li then shouted softly, extending a single finger of golden hue and pointing it directly at the thread. "Boom!" The blood mist that burst forth from the fingers instantly dispersed, and the remaining emerald-long threads vanished into thin air as well. "Already twice! To fully activate the Heavenly Treasure requires immense effort—how much true energy can a mere stage of Great Perfection possibly offer? You simply cannot launch a third strike. Hehe. Moreover, maintaining such a vast sword formation demands tremendous energy. I suspect you don't have much internal qi left now!" Although Ma Li had lost a finger, appearing somewhat disheveled, his gaze toward Han Li was filled with fierce intensity. With a single hand motion, he suddenly produced a clear, translucent silver flute. "Can I indeed launch a third strike? Try it yourself, and you'll find out. As for your current condition, how much better can it be than mine? How many more spells can you still perform?" The three heads of the magical deity formed by Han Li simultaneously emitted cold laughter in reply, though he indeed did not summon his large, dark-green blade for a third strike. Yet, at the same time, the five of his hands reached out into the air, each producing a cluster of golden light that soon coalesced into five exceptionally heavy weapons—staves, hammers, and halberds. "Hah! Even if I could summon my divine power once more, I would be able to utterly annihilate you," Ma Liang replied, his heart filled with fury, yet his face breaking into a booming laugh. He crossed his silver flute across his chest and then placed it to his lips. Instantly, a wave of silver sound surged forth, radiating from his mind and body, carried by the melodic flute. As the gentle silver waves passed, the void resonated with a low hum, and the air grew hazy and indistinct. Upon hearing the flute's melody, the immense magical deity formed by Han Li immediately felt his three heads sink, instantly experiencing a sensation of drowsiness and lightness. The surrounding scenery blurred suddenly, and he found himself suddenly immersed in a vast, surging sea of blood. As the blood surged forth in a mighty wave, countless ghost monsters with green faces and jagged teeth burst out from within, each exuding an astonishing aura, as if all possessed qualifications beyond the stage of Great Enlightenment. "Hmph. Even a mere illusion aims to deceive my senses," said Han Li, who remained utterly composed. With a cold snort, the梵Saint Demon God he had transformed into suddenly swung his five powerful weapons with forceful gestures toward all directions. An immense wave of pressure immediately rolled out in every direction, sweeping across the blood river and instantly annihilating both the river and the ghost monsters in its path. No matter how refined the illusion, it proved helpless against such an unyielding assault. Ma Liang, witnessing this, could not help but smile with quiet contempt, maintaining his melodic flute notes. Yet, his form suddenly blurred, a faint outline emerging from behind him. After a swift flicker, he vanished silently into the void without a trace. At the same time, the original illusions surrounding Han Li vanished, only to reappear again as another wave of sound rolled in—now the Blood River and the spectral creatures surged forth once more, encircling him once again. Han Li was momentarily startled, yet quickly regained a sense of clarity. His hands moved without hesitation. As the five key weapons shifted position, a surge of golden energy immediately expanded outward, once again dispersing and extinguishing the Blood River and the spectral beings. Meanwhile, the Yuan婴 residing in the Dan Tian at his core suddenly pressed two hand seals. A surge of crystalline, cool energy erupted forth, flowing swiftly through his meridians and instantly entering the three heads. The sensation of drowsy intoxication in his consciousness sea instantly vanished. Now, despite the continuous melody of the flute echoing in his ears, no further illusions or anomalies appeared. Ma Liang, witnessing this, could not help but be deeply alarmed. This silver flute in his hands may appear ordinary, yet it is one of his most cherished personal treasures. When its melodic tones are used to attack, as long as the opponent's spiritual awareness is not stronger than that of the flute's bearer, they will inevitably sink into an endless realm of illusions and be unable to escape. Now that the opponent is so easily unaffected by the sonic waves, it clearly indicates that their spiritual awareness is not only strong but surpasses his own. Though currently restrained by the interface's power, his spiritual strength falls short of his former self in the Immortal Realm, it still stands equal to that of an ordinary immortal. Moreover, with this development, his carefully prepared decisive move has now been rendered ineffective. Ma Liang's expression shifted between gloom and uncertainty, still undecided on what further course of action to take, when suddenly the three-headed, six-armed Buddhist Saint Demon God stepped forward with a decisive stride, his form blurring as he vanished completely from his original position. Ma Liang was also a man with exceptionally rich combat experience. Upon hearing the dire warning in his mind, he swiftly drew back his silver flute and moved his body, instantly appearing hundreds of feet away in another expanse of void. A tremendous roar echoed. Five massive beams of golden light, barely missing their mark, struck the spot where Ma Liang had stood, sending shockwaves that distorted the very void, causing it to ripple and warp. Only then did the form of the Buddhist Saint Demon God, with three heads and six arms, emerge into view amidst the turbulence. Ma Liang glanced at the aftermath of the five golden weapons' attacks at a distance, his face instantly revealing a look of astonishment. Such overwhelming force—no matter how strong his true immortality might be—would have been impossible to withstand for even a few blows. It completely extinguished any thought of engaging in close combat with Han Li. As Han Li had previously mentioned, though Ma Liang still possessed several divine arts from the immortal realm, his vital energy had been severely depleted, and his inner celestial and spiritual essence was nearly exhausted, rendering him unable to deploy even a few of them. As he hesitated slightly, the Hindu demon god with six arms and three bodies roared low, took a decisive step forward, and then vanished into the void. Ma Li gasped, moved swiftly, and likewise disappeared, appearing instantly at another location. Moments later, a golden shockwave surged violently from where Ma Li had just lingered. The demon god formed by Han Li flickered once more and then vanished as well. With this continuous pursuit and flicker, Han Li and Ma Li kept instantaneously shifting within a hundred-mile radius, each movement accompanied by thunderous earth-shaking resonances. After more than a dozen such flickers, Han Li's demon god pursued Ma Li without granting him even a moment's rest. Under the mounting shock and fury, Ma Li grew increasingly resolute, his spirit firming with determination. When he suddenly reappeared at some place, he no longer used spellcasting to teleport, but swiftly drew out a jade box from his sleeve and hurled it upward with a sudden motion, then cast spells with one hand, his face growing stern and his fingers rapidly tapping in succession. As the air rippled, a thick golden light surged forth along the misty path, precisely striking the jade box. The box shattered instantly, and a large mass of crimson flame burst forth from within. This flame merely spun and coalesced, then transformed into a strange dragon covered in long crimson whiskers. With a flash of golden light, the five heavy weapons swept toward the dragon without hesitation. Yet the dragon merely shook its head and swayed its tail, then dissolved into scattered crimson flames, dispersing completely. When a crimson glow flickered once beside Ma Liang, the dragon reappeared. "You have successfully broken my second seal," he exclaimed, laughing heartily. "Well done! It seems you've truly encountered a serious predicament this time—otherwise, you would never have done something so bold." The strange dragon rolled on the ground and instantly transformed into a small red figure, about three feet tall. After glancing at Ma Liang, he burst out in joyful laughter. At that moment, a ripple of energy surged from the sky, and Han Li, now manifesting as a Buddhist Saint Magus, appeared with his weapon, briefly surveying the extra red figure before hesitating to launch an immediate attack. "Fire-Needle, stop wasting words! I'm indeed facing some minor difficulties right now—go and eliminate this person immediately," Ma Liang said, his expression solemn and composed. "I've already gained my freedom—why should I still listen to you?" The red figure tilted his head, sneering. "Hmph. It seems you no longer wish to reclaim your Lifeng Pearl." Ma Liang said coldly. "You agreed to return my Lifeng Pearl. Hm, look at your current state—so disheveled. That explains why you released me. But if I'm to believe you, I'll have to swear an oath under the name of the Nine-Element Dao Master, and then I'll assist you this time." "Huo Xu Zi, lightly," said the little red figure, eyes twinkling. "What? You dare make me swear by the Master's name!" Ma Liang grew furious upon hearing this. "Heh, besides that, you'll never get me to intervene for you." The little red figure spoke with no hesitation. "Very well. I'll swear by the Master's name, but after this intervention, upon my return to the immortal realm, you must keep me with you for another ten thousand years..." Ma Liang's face shifted between gloom and resolve before he finally grumbled, teeth clenched. "Ten thousand years? Heh, no problem. For me, that's merely a fleeting span of time. I'll take care of this young man right away." The little red figure chuckled and readily agreed. "Don't be too confident. You're also under the same pressure from the interface's power, and your body suffered damage earlier. Even after lifting the seals on your body, you won't be able to fully unleash your original strength." Immediately after Ma Liang swore his oath in the name of the Nine-Element Dao Master, he promptly reminded him. "Relax, seeing you like this, I can't possibly be unclear! All I've done so far is give this person a slight nudge to tie him up. If I truly wish to eliminate him, that will naturally have to rely on you." Huixu Zi yawned, speaking with a neutral, indifferent tone. As he turned his head and took a careful, thorough look at Han Li, now transformed into a three-headed, six-armed demonic god, he appeared completely unconcerned.