Right as Han Li stepped into the altar-like main hall, a "boom" echoed as the ground beneath his feet suddenly burst open, creating a large hole.

Countless shards of stone rained down on him, each emitting a piercing shriek. At the same time, a sharp blade of light shot out from the hole, slashing towards his feet with incredible speed.

This sudden turn of events was completely unexpected. However, Han Li reacted swiftly. The instant the ground shattered, he had already retreated with lightning speed, dodging the falling debris.

The blade of light didn't even graze the hem of his robe.

With a "whoosh," a dark figure emerged from the hole.

It was a black ape, about ten feet tall, clad in a set of bright silver armor. The armor shimmered faintly, suggesting it was no ordinary object. Sadly, it was mostly broken. In its hand, it wielded a white scimitar, seven feet in length.

"A scaled beast? No, a puppet," Han Li muttered, glancing at the black ape with a hint of surprise.

The black giant ape was covered in black fur, with eyes like copper bells, flashing with a cold light. Its fangs protruded from its mouth, and viscous saliva dripped down. It appeared identical to a real creature, but Han Li instantly recognized it as a puppet.

The feeling it gave him was somewhat similar to that of the Crab Daoren back then.

Han Li's gaze then shifted to the white scimitar.

The scimitar showed no signs of decay. The blade, like quicksilver, was adorned with star patterns that shimmered incessantly.

Waves of sharp blade energy emanated from the scimitar, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Before Han Li could examine it further, the black ape stomped forward, its body transforming into a black line as it charged straight at him.

At the same time, the star patterns on the white scimitar in its hand suddenly lit up, and a chilling blade of light several feet long burst forth from the blade, slashing towards Han Li's neck.

Han Li remained unfazed by the chilling blade. His body suddenly swayed left and right, splitting into four or five identical figures that rushed towards different directions.

The black ape growled, its arm moving, twisting the scimitar in its hand into a circle, encompassing all the figures Han Li had created. It then viciously tightened the circle.

However, the figures were merely illusions. As soon as the sharp blade touched them, they dissipated into nothingness.

The black ape was taken aback.

At that moment, Han Li's figure appeared out of thin air in front of the black ape, his left hand forming a blade and striking out with lightning speed at the black ape's wrist.

With a "噗嗤" sound, the black ape's wrist was as fragile as tofu under Han Li's hand, easily severed.

The black ape let out a shrill cry. Its other arm shot out like lightning, its head-sized fist slamming towards Han Li's head.

However, Han Li's movements were much faster. His other hand flipped over and grasped the white scimitar. At the same time, his arm trembled, blurring, and the white scimitar transformed into a white afterimage, slashing across the black ape's body.

The two figures passed each other. The black ape's body split in half from head to toe with a "噗嗤" sound.

The two halves of the body fell to the ground, rolling a few times before becoming still.

Silver liquid flowed out from the black ape's body, resembling real blood. The ape's internal organs were all present, making it appear almost indistinguishable from a living creature. However, these organs were all made from a type of crimson jade, which was quite peculiar.

Han Li glanced at the black ape's remains, then shifted his gaze to the gleaming white scimitar in his hand, a hint of joy on his face.

He gripped the scimitar tightly, channeling the Heaven Severing Prison Art. A bright blade of light suddenly rose from the blade, flickering like a snake's tongue, causing the nearby air to hum.

With a wave of his arm, the gleaming scimitar transformed into countless blade shadows, like white serpents coiling around him.

The blade shadows brushed against the nearby walls, easily leaving deep marks. The hard walls were as fragile as tofu before the scimitar.

Han Li quickly stopped experimenting, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Although the scimitar seemed powerful, it was not a star weapon. It couldn't enhance the body's power like the Starry Sky Shield; at best, it was a semi-star weapon.

Even so, in the current circumstances, this blade was still an extremely valuable weapon.

Han Li strapped the scimitar to his back, continuing to conceal his aura as he moved forward.

Beyond the altar gate was a long corridor. The walls on both sides were made of deep gray stone bricks, emitting a faint chill.

The corridor was quite spacious, only three or four zhang wide, but only two or three zhang high. For some reason, the light here was extremely dim, only allowing one to see about ten zhang ahead. Walking inside gave a person an unusually oppressive feeling.

Han Li frowned slightly, gazing forward for a few moments before continuing to step forward.

However, he walked extremely carefully, fearing that another puppet or something else would jump out from the ground or walls.

Fortunately, his worries did not materialize. After walking for the time it takes to eat a meal, no further attacks occurred, and an exit emitting a faint white light appeared ahead.

Han Li's spirits lifted, and he immediately quickened his pace, stepping into the exit.

He felt a burst of light, and a square hall appeared before him.

The hall was several hundred zhang in size. White luminous stones were embedded in the roof, emitting a bright white light that illuminated the place.

The hall was not empty. It was filled with statues of various sizes.

These statues were either lying down or standing, and their expressions were varied. Some were filled with excitement, others with pain. Their appearances and expressions were all different, and they were all lifelike, making them appear eerily strange.

Han Li's face showed surprise at the sight.

At that moment, a white afterimage appeared in his vision. The next moment, the afterimage rapidly enlarged and brightened, like a star descending from the sky, unstoppable as it attacked his face with incredible speed.

Han Li's expression changed drastically. With a sway of his body, he retreated with lightning speed.

At the same time, his arm moved, and the scimitar from his back appeared in his hand, spinning around his head, barely managing to block the white light.

A loud "铿" sound exploded!

A powerful force erupted from the white light, causing Han Li's arm to tremble violently.

He was already retreating rapidly, and now he retreated even faster, almost losing control of his body. He was thrown back a dozen steps before barely managing to steady himself.

However, the white light was also knocked away, tumbling as it shot back.

Only then did Han Li see the true form of the white light: a white thin sword shaped like a serpent, with starlight on its surface. It was clearly a decent star weapon.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed out from behind a statue, reaching out and catching the serpentine sword. It was Feng Wuchen.

"I wanted to shoot a hole through your head with one sword, giving you a quick death. I didn't expect you to be so clever," Feng Wuchen said, looking at Han Li and licking his lips, not concealing the killing intent in his eyes.

"Feng Wuchen, I didn't expect we would really have fate, or rather, be enemies on a narrow road," Han Li said, narrowing his eyes.

Feng Wuchen's power seemed to be much greater than when they fought in the arena. Could it be that the other party had some fortuitous encounter in the Great Ruins?

"Hehe, enemies on a narrow road, well said! There were too many people in the Asura Field before, and I didn't use my full strength. Plus, I was careless for a moment, which allowed you to take advantage. Now that there's no one else here, I'll make you wish you were dead!" A fierce light flashed in Feng Wuchen's eyes, as if he had great confidence in himself.

"Although we had some disputes before, we were each serving our masters. Now that there are people from Puppet City in the Great Ruins, and we both belong to Profound City, why create unnecessary conflict?" Han Li said slowly, feeling slightly relieved.

"What, you want to beg for mercy? Too late! You made me lose face in front of my adopted father and everyone else on the Profound Battle Stage. No matter how you plead, you can forget about leaving here alive today." A deep-seated, venomous light flashed in Feng Wuchen's eyes. A flash of white light appeared in his other hand, and another serpentine sword appeared.

"So, you insist on fighting?" Han Li sighed, saying softly.

Feng Wuchen let out a sinister laugh, not bothering to speak further, and took a step forward.

His figure suddenly became hazy. The next moment, he crossed the distance of several dozen zhang between them, appearing out of thin air in front of Han Li.

The two serpentine swords in his hands had just been raised when they pierced Han Li's chest.

From the disappearance of Feng Wuchen's figure to the swords piercing Han Li's chest, there was absolutely no time in between. The speed was almost twice as fast as during the Profound Battle Stage battle.

Han Li stood there, unmoving, as if he didn't have time to react at all.

Feng Wuchen had been somewhat apprehensive, but seeing this scene, he felt a sense of relief. He shifted his gaze from the tips of the swords to Han Li's face.

He wanted to see the despair and horror on this person's face in order to completely wash away the previous humiliation.

However, when Feng Wuchen looked up, he saw a pair of cold and calm eyes.

For some reason, Feng Wuchen's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Then, he heard a "砰" sound. The swords in his hands had been knocked away by a terrifying force.

His arms trembled, his palms burned, and the swords almost flew out of his hands.

Feng Wuchen was shocked. He staggered back, his figure suddenly turning into a hazy illusion, instantly retreating a hundred zhang, his face filled with shock.

"Since you insist on fighting, then I don't mind obliging you," Han Li said, looking at Feng Wuchen.

As soon as he spoke, white light flashed on his body. One after another, Profound Aperture lights emerged. All two hundred and thirty-seven Profound Apertures shone brightly, spewing out dazzling starlight.

The air within ten zhang around Han Li instantly shattered, emitting a howling sound like a mountain tsunami. An unimaginable pressure erupted from his body, spreading in all directions.

Rumble!

The entire giant hall trembled constantly, and the statues in the hall all shook and buzzed.

"How is this possible? How can you have this kind of power!" Feng Wuchen stared at the more than two hundred Profound Apertures on Han Li's body, a look of disbelief in his eyes as he exclaimed.