High in the sky, the golden giant sword trembled violently with golden light, flying backwards for more than a hundred zhang before stabilizing.

But before He Shan Daoren could activate any magic, the runes on the sword's surface, as if possessing intelligence, suddenly glowed brighter in circles. The golden light of the sword body surged again, rushing towards the giant ape, its momentum even greater than the previous strike.

Due to the reduction in the number of Yellow Turban Warriors surrounding it, the pressure on Han Li, transformed into a golden-haired giant ape, was greatly reduced. Its body twisted slightly, facing the giant sword head-on. It took a deep breath, its chest puffed up high, and its bloody mouth suddenly opened wide. A blue light flashed in its eyes, and it let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Awoo!"

A visible transparent wave sprayed from the giant ape's mouth, surging towards the upper-left.

The void above twisted, immediately sinking into a depression ten zhang deep, as if struck by a meteorite. The surrounding scenery became blurry.

This roar was no ordinary sound. It was another great divine ability of Han Li after transforming into the Mountain Giant Ape: "Vajra Roar," a sound wave technique of unimaginable power. Unleashed with the strength of his current physical body, it was capable of shattering the void.

"Boom!"

With another loud bang, the golden giant sword crashed into the transparent wave with overwhelming force, immediately halting and trembling violently, unable to advance even an inch further.

As the sound waves continued to vibrate, "crack" sounds grew louder. The dazzling golden sword light shattered like a mirror, and on the surface of the giant sword, a slightly convex, faintly visible old face gradually appeared. Judging from its facial features, it was none other than the Jingming Zhenren from before.

Then, fine cracks began to appear on the sword body. Soon, amidst a series of "clangs," it shattered inch by inch, dissolving into a scattering of golden light.

All of this took a long time to describe, but it happened in an instant.

The Nascent Soul phantom of Jingming Zhenren flashed out of the golden light and reappeared in the air.

The light around his body was somewhat dim, and his small face showed a hint of astonishment. Without saying a word, he turned towards the painting scroll suspended in the air. With a flash, he disappeared.

Almost simultaneously, a narrow bloodstain suddenly cracked open between the eyebrows of the golden giant ape. A mass of black gas gushed out from it, instantly transforming into a huge, pitch-black demonic eye, the "Eye of Annihilation" capable of piercing the void.

The black demonic eye stood upright, and a black beam of light suddenly shot out from it, disappearing into the void in a flash.

"Bang!"

In mid-air, just a step away from the ancient scroll, the black beam of light suddenly reappeared, striking the Nascent Soul phantom that had reappeared.

The Nascent Soul phantom let out a mournful cry and dissolved into a ball of golden light. The scroll then burst into flames and turned to ashes.

"This is... the Eye of Annihilation!" Tong Ren'e's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.

Seeing that the treasure bestowed by the Immortal Ancestor of the Jingyuan Temple was destroyed by the giant ape transformed by Han Li in just a few moves, and even the trace of primordial spirit contained within it was annihilated, Duan Renli's face also turned ashen.

"What! Does this person actually possess such a divine ability that can specifically break teleportation techniques?" He Shan Daoren felt a sense of cowardice. He no longer cared about the magic weapon bestowed by the ancestor, and his face became extremely ugly.

Just then, an even more terrifying scene unfolded, causing the others to lose their souls!

A silver light flashed around the giant ape transformed by Han Li. Large patches of silver flames suddenly surged out from under its fur, enveloping its entire body.

Strands of yellow smoke rose from the giant ape's body. The Xuanhuang ropes that were tightly wrapped around it and could not be broken were gradually melting in the burning silver flames, breaking apart one by one.

The golden giant ape, freed from its restraints, pounded its chest with both hands, then rolled over on the spot. The silver flames on its body disappeared, replaced by countless silver arcs that shot out wildly.

Amidst the countless silver arcs, a silver giant bird, more than ten zhang long, suddenly spread its wings and flew out. Its feathers were like steel, its claws were like hooks, and it was very similar to the true spirit Kunpeng in legends.

It was another true spirit transformation from the Twelve Transformations of Awakening of Insects: Thunder Roc.

"Not good..." Tong Ren'e let out a low cry, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals.

The Xuanhuang token spun wildly, and the Xuanhuang Qi on the ground surged out again madly, wrapping around the Thunder Roc once more.

Duan Renli also immediately changed his hand seals. The yellow beans sprayed from the yellow giant gourd in the air, after transforming into Yellow Turban Warriors, no longer flew into the formation, but swarmed towards the giant bird in a overwhelming manner.

However, the giant bird merely shook its wings and transformed into a silver hurricane, suddenly disappearing from its original spot, causing the ropes and warriors to miss their target.

Before the three Mahayana cultivators could react, a silver lightning flashed in the sky. The figure of the silver Thunder Roc suddenly appeared above the yellow giant gourd, and its two hooked claws reached out, grabbing it in its palms.

A burst of light flashed in the air, and the Thunder Roc and the gourd simultaneously shrunk in size.

After a moment, Han Li transformed back into human form, holding a one-foot-tall yellowish-orange gourd in his hands.

Seeing this, He Shan Daoren's expression completely darkened. He grit his teeth and said, "We are no match for him, let's go!" He took the lead and transformed into a stream of light, flying away into the distance.

Tong Ren'e and the other also did not hesitate at all, and immediately urged their escape lights to follow, not even caring about the Xuanhuang token in the air.

Han Li looked at the gourd in his hand, and a piece of cyan light suddenly lit up in his hand. He rubbed it hard on its surface, and the golden runes originally engraved on the gourd immediately became blurred. Then he raised his hand and wiped again, and the traces of those runes completely disappeared.

Almost simultaneously, all the Yellow Turban Warriors, whether they were arranging formations on the ground or charging towards Han Li, all collapsed to the ground as if they had suddenly lost all their strength. Then, with a flash of yellow light around their bodies, they turned into yellow soybeans scattered all over the ground.

The yellow formation formed by them naturally disintegrated in an instant, vanishing into thin air.

He flipped his palm and put away the gourd. He glanced at the three people who were escaping into the sky, sneered, and a silver electric light "sizzled" on his body. He transformed back into a Thunder Roc, and with a shake of his wings, he disappeared from the spot.

At this time, Duan Renli, who was desperately trying to escape, only felt his throat dry and his heart bitter.

Previously, he had consumed a lot of magic power in his body due to controlling the gourd and the Yellow Turban Taoist soldiers. At this moment, his escape speed was obviously not as fast as He Shan and Tong Ren'e, and he was far behind them.

Just as he was complaining, he suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound in his ears.

He suddenly thought of something, and immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and felt cold all over his body.

Just then, less than a hundred zhang above his head, a silver electric light suddenly appeared, and a pair of huge, sharp hooked claws suddenly pierced through the air.

Countless thin silver arcs shot out, circling around the hooked claws, gradually forming a huge circular electric net in the shocking thunder light, covering him head-on.

Duan Renli was by no means an easy person to cultivate to the Mahayana Realm. He had been prepared for a long time. A large amount of blood light suddenly appeared on his body. He opened his mouth and spat out a blood-red miniature ancient banner that was only a few inches high. It immediately flew out and transformed into a giant banner that was more than ten zhang high.

Blood light flowed on the banner, and a fishy wind arose. Countless blood mist spread out, transforming into a huge blood cloud that enveloped his figure.

However, before his figure could completely disappear, the Thunder Roc, covered in electric light, suddenly appeared above with a flash of silver light. It retracted its claws and swooped down like a meteorite, instantly crashing into the blood cloud.

A series of explosions rumbled!

Silver electric light surged in the blood cloud, violently tumbling.

A loud screech was heard, and the figure of the Thunder Roc directly tore the entire blood cloud in half, pierced through it, and flew out.

And in its sharp hooked claws below, it was actually holding a figure, struggling and wriggling violently like a caterpillar. The expression on its face was extremely terrified, and black blood flowed from its seven orifices, looking extremely miserable.

At this time, the silver Thunder Roc suddenly spoke human words, its voice like thunder:

"Fellow Daoist Duan, I showed you mercy before because I didn't want to cause trouble. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. In that case, don't blame me for being merciless."

After saying that, its hooked claws suddenly tightened, and a ball of dazzling silver light lit up in its palms. Countless electric threads exploded!

Duan Renli screamed miserably, and half of his body shattered in the silver electric light.

Then, a dark red little man with a terrified expression flashed out from his remnant body. Before he could escape far, he was struck by a silver lightning thread and instantly turned into a puff of green smoke, disappearing without even letting out a scream.

A Mahayana cultivator who had dominated the Spirit World for countless years had his soul completely destroyed, leaving no trace of him in the world.

From the appearance of Han Li's Thunder Roc to the killing of Duan Renli, this series of actions was as fast as lightning, only a few breaths of time.

Tong Ren'e and He Shan Daoren obviously had no intention of offering assistance to their companion. They had already escaped and disappeared without a trace.

...

Immortal World, Blackwater City inner city.

Jingming Zhenren and Gu Yan Sanren were still drinking tea and chatting idly on the third floor of the double-eaved pavilion, but the topic had unconsciously shifted to exchanging insights on cultivation.

Just as the two were talking enthusiastically, Jingming Zhenren's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, as if his vitality had been severely damaged.

"Fellow Daoist Jingming, what's wrong?" Gu Yan Sanren raised an eyebrow and asked quickly.

"The Spirit Infant Sword Talisman I bestowed on the lower realm has been broken!" Jingming Zhenren said word by word, his face ashen.

"Impossible! How could such a thing happen! Your Spirit Infant Sword Talisman is equivalent to your full-strength strike. Even I wouldn't dare to face its sharpness head-on. Moreover, with my Yellow Turban Taoist soldiers assisting, couldn't it kill this person?" Gu Yan Sanren was also moved by the news.

Jingming Zhenren's face was ugly, and he did not speak.

(Wang Yu tells all fellow Daoists. If there are no accidents, this book will be officially available on February 1st, and there will be more than a month of free period!)