I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

The silver corpse crashed into the formation like a meteorite, unleashing a storm of spiritual energy that swept the surrounding rubble into the air. Granny Yin stood outside the formation, her turbid eyes fixed on the Yin spirit that was breaking through, her withered fingers twisting into hand seals until her fingertips turned white—she had to interrupt the Yin spirit before it broke through, otherwise, once the Yin spirit at the Nascent Soul level was formed, even she herself was not entirely confident in suppressing it.

Li Hanshan did not retreat. Pure Yang Fire surged around him, the purplish-gold flames forming a red-hot iron wall before Xiao An, crashing head-on into the silver-gray figure. The broken sword in his hand unleashed a dark sword beam, precisely slashing towards the silver corpse's right arm joint. The moment the sword beam collided with the silver corpse's protective aura, a piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, sparks flying. Li Hanshan was forced back several steps by the impact, but the silver corpse's momentum was also momentarily halted, a thin crack appearing at the joint of its right arm.

Granny Yin gritted her teeth, pouring her spiritual energy into the silver corpse as if it were free. The silver corpse's movements suddenly accelerated, its left claw sweeping across, bringing a chilling, bone-chilling wind as it struck Li Hanshan's side. Li Hanshan dodged to the side, but the silver corpse's second attack followed immediately, this time at an even more tricky angle, forcing him to use his fire shield to take the hit head-on. The moment the fire shield collided with the claw, a blinding purple-gold light exploded, and the entire array wall rippled with the aftershock.

Taking advantage of the moment when the silver corpse retracted its claws, he slashed out with his broken sword again. This time, the sword's target was the silver corpse's knee joint—the dark sword light precisely cut into the gaps in the runes, tearing open another crack in the silver-gray armor that had been repeatedly scorched by the pure yang fire. Granny Yin's brows furrowed deeper and deeper; she began to recklessly urge the silver corpses to action, to the point that even the half-step silver corpses that had not yet fully recovered were reactivated and joined the attack.

Li Hanshan was fighting against multiple opponents, struggling to defend himself. The consumption of his Pure Yang Fire was increasing rapidly, but he never retreated, not even a step. He pushed the power of his broken sword to its limit, each strike landing precisely on the gaps in the runes scorched by the Pure Yang Fire, as if he were constantly tearing new holes in a tattered suit of armor.

As for the half-step silver corpses, he would kill one from time to time.

Half an hour later, the half-step silver corpse was almost gone. He had struck the silver corpse three times in succession, and several lines of varying depths cracked at the core of the rune on its chest. Silver-gray light flickered within it, emitting a low hum, like an enraged beast about to let out its final roar.

Granny Yin finally lost her temper.

She moved and stepped into the formation.

By entering the battle directly, she can maximize the power of her spells and attacks.

Immediately afterward, she formed an extremely complex hand seal, causing the silver corpse's power to surge dramatically in a short time, propelling it towards Li Hanshan at a speed far exceeding its previous speed. Simultaneously, she took out a gray bone talisman from her sleeve and crushed it violently, unleashing an even purer stream of Yin energy into the formation, aiming directly for Li Hanshan's back. This attack combined the silver corpse, the bone talisman, and her own magic, three attacks advancing simultaneously, attempting to completely suppress him.

Li Hanshan dodged the silver corpse's claws, his fire shield blocking the bone talisman's yin energy, but Granny Yin's spell grazed his left arm—his robe was torn, revealing skin with a pale golden sheen. Although the flesh was not broken, the chilling aura had seeped into his meridians, causing a brief stagnation in the flow of spiritual energy in his left arm.

Just as a cold smile appeared on Granny Yin's lips, Li Hanshan suddenly raised his lowered right hand. The broken sword drew a sharp arc in the void, and the Soul Sword silently passed through the array wall, through her protective aura, and struck her.

"what!"

Even Granny Yin was not spared from this blow and let out a scream.

Li Hanshan's current spiritual sense is comparable to that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Hanshan launched a sudden attack, heading straight for Granny Yin. At the critical moment, Granny Yin activated a trump card—a defensive talisman—which deflected Li Hanshan's attack.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to have such tricks up your sleeve..."

Granny Yin covered her head, and halfway through her sentence, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her voice was hoarse, but now it was unusually clear.

Li Hanshan was also taken aback.

Because, after the sword of divine soul struck, Granny Yin's face changed drastically. Her cloudy eyes turned a deep, dark purple, and her withered skin, beneath the disguised fragments, revealed a jade-like whiteness. Her features were exquisitely crafted, like a meticulously sculpted jade statue, and her brows carried an innate arrogance and aloofness. Although her complexion remained pale, and a trace of blood clung to the corner of her mouth, her face was completely different from the hunched, withered old woman she had been before.

Li Hanshan was stunned for a moment, even forgetting to put down his broken sword. Looking at the completely youthful face, he blurted out, "Oh, you're actually a stunning beauty?"

Granny Yin—no, she should be called Yin Lingyue—her face instantly turned extremely ugly. She raised her hand and touched her exposed cheek, a genuine look of astonishment flashing in her dark purple eyes.

"Your Soul-Slaying Sword..." Her voice was still hoarse, but it carried a weight of reality, "...it could actually cut through my disguise?"