“Delay only breeds complications. With the situation so unpredictable, it's better to take the risk and try…”

Han Li pondered briefly, then decided to wait no longer and immediately seize the white fire pearl.

With a wave of his hand, a small silver flame figure immediately appeared in his palm, none other than the refined Flame Firebird.

The little thing was connected to Han Li's mind, and without a word, it understood Han Li's plan. Its body flashed with silver light, transforming into a sheet of silver flames that enveloped Han Li's entire body.

Han Li felt the layer of flame outer garment on his body, and then raised his right arm to take a look.

At this moment, his right arm was also enveloped in a layer of flame, but unlike the silver flames elsewhere, it was a seven-colored hue, concentrating all the flame power transformed from the seven-colored Fire Dan Sand here.

Once ready, Han Li's figure swayed slightly, and he charged into the altar with a churning mass of silver flames.

As soon as he entered the altar, the crimson flames, which had seemed to weaken by a third, suddenly surged, becoming even more intense than before.

Han Li felt an unbearable burning sensation spreading from all over his body. It was as if not only his flesh and skin, but also his bones and meridians were being directly roasted on a fire.

At the same time, his sea of consciousness seemed to be ignited with a skyful of flames, causing his spirit to suffer greatly. In a daze, Han Li felt as if he could smell wisps of burnt flesh.

He quickly composed himself and fully activated his Refining Spirit Art and Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Skill, raising his divine sense and physical body to their optimal state. Only then did he feel the unbearable state subside slightly.

At this moment, the refined Flame Firebird on his body also began to operate its divine powers with all its might, rarely resisting the urge to devour the flames, and instead using its own flame power to repel the flames that were deadly to Han Li.

Despite this, Han Li's situation was not easy.

The white fire pearl and the golden flame were both located in the very center of the altar, which was also the hottest place of the altar's flames. Han Li was already suffering from the burning heat at the edge of the flames, let alone venturing deeper.

He frowned, clenched his teeth, and his face was full of pain. Sweat was constantly evaporated from his body, emitting wisps of white steam and a series of "hissing" sounds.

He moved step by step, extending his raised arm straight, his five fingers forming a claw to grab the white fire pearl in the center.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly rose at the entrance of the palace, and a figure flashed in.

Han Li distracted himself to investigate, and his brows furrowed slightly. The person who came was none other than Xiong Shan.

"Xiong Shan…" Han Li couldn't speak at the moment, so he could only shout with a voice transmission.

"Fellow Daoist Han, don't mind. I'm just here to join in the fun and take a look. I won't do anything stupid," Xiong Shan said quickly, waving his hands and explaining loudly.

"It's fine to just take a look. As I said before, don't do anything extra," Han Li warned, too preoccupied to elaborate further.

As long as Xiong Shan dared to make any unusual move, he was confident that he could kill him in two or three breaths.

Xiong Shan didn't speak, just stood honestly at the palace gate, not taking another step forward.

The temperature of the crimson flames in the altar was extremely high. Although Han Li's right arm was protected by the seven-colored flames, the burning power still caused him to frown, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

As his palm gradually approached the white fire pearl, a white shadow suddenly flashed through the center of the fire pearl, looking like a rune, or a wisp of flame spirit.

After it flashed, white flames surged from the white fire pearl, condensing into a layer of white light curtain around it, blocking Han Li's palm outside.

Han Li pressed his palm on the light curtain and was immediately enveloped by a strange force. The two flames seemed to be mutually integrated and opposed, falling into an awkward situation of being unable to advance or retreat.

Just as he was about to use the True Spirit bloodline to forcibly assist with external force to break through the layer of white flame light curtain, an unexpected change occurred.

Xiong Shan, who was standing at the entrance of the palace, suddenly changed his expression and waved his hand forward.

With a "whoosh" sound!

A silver token shot out from his hand, instantly flying outside the altar. The runes engraved on the surface were brightly lit, and countless silver threads spewed out from it, with waves of extremely powerful spatial fluctuations emanating from it.

Although Han Li noticed the changes behind him, it was not easy to retreat at the moment. He had to forcibly order the refined Flame Firebird to peel off from his body, using his physical body to resist the altar's flames, before breaking free from the layer of white light curtain.

The surrounding fiery flames swept in, and Han Li felt as if his internal organs were about to be scorched. He could only rely on his strong physical body to endure this, and suddenly turned around and flew out of the altar.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a fiery red figure in the silver light, as if tearing through the void, crossing over from somewhere. He raised his palm and pointed his fingers like a knife, stabbing towards his chest.

The person who came had a ferocious smile on his face, none other than Qi Mozi.

Han Li's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly reversed the True Wheel in his body, and his figure blurred, trying to move away from the spot. As a result, a torch burning with raging golden flames stood in front of him, freezing him in place.

Qi Mozi did not hesitate, his figure flashed and arrived, stabbing out with his palm, directly piercing through Han Li's chest.

Seeing this, he still did not give up. He twisted his arm violently, directly stirring Han Li's entire chest to pieces, before pulling out his palm and grabbing Han Li's neck.

"Little bastard, you can't run away this time, right?" Qi Mozi grinned and shouted loudly.

He had not been able to gain an advantage in the previous few encounters, which made his hatred for Han Li very strong. At this moment, he finally had Han Li in his hands, and he felt extremely happy.

A large hole was opened in Han Li's chest, and his whole person seemed to be drained of energy. He was limply held in his hand, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Seeing this, Qi Mozi's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt. Just as he was about to smash Han Li's skull with a palm and detain his Nascent Soul, his expression suddenly changed.

The Han Li he was holding in his hand suddenly appeared with a layer of white light, his clothes instantly rotted into ashes, and his body quickly turned into a white puppet.

The puppet was made of white beast bones, with many mysterious runes attached to it. It was the substitute puppet that Han Li had obtained from Dongfang Bai.

"Substitute puppet…" Qi Mozi immediately recognized this thing.

As soon as his voice fell, Han Li's figure suddenly appeared in the void behind him. The True Words Treasure Wheel and the other five objects of time law manifestation all appeared outside his body, resisting Qi Mozi's golden torch.

His brow flashed with light, and a crystal light sword suddenly shot out, disappearing in a blur.

Before Qi Mozi could make any move, the Divine Sense Sword had already pierced into his brow, flashed and disappeared into his sea of consciousness, stirring up a storm inside.

Qi Mozi's divine sense was disturbed, and he was immediately thrown into chaos.

Han Li stepped forward, and the Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Skill in his body operated like flying. He raised a fist and slammed it violently on his chest, directly hitting him so hard that he vomited blood and smashed into the altar.

All of this seems long, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time Xiong Shan wanted to help, Qi Mozi had already fallen into the altar, instantly enveloped by the flames in the altar, and rushed into the sky.

Han Li couldn't bother to chase after him. Seeing that the altar's flames were disturbed by Qi Mozi, he flashed into the altar again.

The refined Flame Firebird, which was already competing with the altar's flames, immediately pounced on it and put a layer of flame outer garment on him again.

Han Li's Heavenly Fiend Suppressing Prison Skill was operating with all its might, and his True Spirit bloodline was also activated at the same time. His figure suddenly soared, transforming into the image of a three-headed, six-armed demon god.

The materialized True Dragon right claw was covered with a layer of seven-colored flames. When he grabbed out blankly, the claw tip directly pierced through the layer of light curtain covering the outside of the white fire pearl, grabbed it, and pulled it back.

There was a loud bang!

The white fire pearl left the altar, and the entire altar formation could not be maintained immediately. The gushing flames also shrank rapidly.

"Drink…"

An angry roar came from high in the sky. Qi Mozi, with a face full of anger, fell straight down from above, flying towards Han Li.

Han Li, however, was surrounded by a circle of silver lightning the moment he withdrew from the altar, condensing into a silver thunder formation, and disappeared in a flash of "crackling" sound.

Qi Mozi's figure fell into the air and slammed heavily into the ground, causing the entire altar to shake violently, and cracks like shocking spider webs appeared on it.

He slowly stood up from the ground, his wide palms hanging on his sides, clenched into fists, making a creaking sound.

Xiong Shan hesitated for a long time before daring to step forward, clasping his fists and bowing, and said cautiously:

"This subordinate is incompetent and failed to distinguish the true from the false. Please punish me, sir."

Qi Mozi's expression changed again and again upon hearing this. After a long silence, he sighed faintly.

"It's not your fault. This kind of substitute puppet is produced in the inner gate of Hundred Crafts Mountain. It is so mysterious and precise that even I can hardly distinguish it. It's just that Han Li is too cunning. I guess he has been guarding against this since you started following him." After sighing, Qi Mozi said.

"It's also that I was careless. I've already died in his hands once, but I still haven't made any progress," Xiong Shan said wistfully.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to have become much stronger compared to the last time we fought? Such an opponent is really a bit scary…" Qi Mozi raised his eyebrows and said slowly.

But when he spoke, his eyes were a little erratic, and he didn't know if he was saying it to Xiong Shan or to himself.

After saying that, his face凝重, rubbed his aching brow, and felt a little tired.

Then, his eyes turned and landed on the only remaining golden flame on the altar, and his face eased slightly, and he said:

"Forget it, time is tight, let's release those things first…"