There were nine Junzi cultivators on Han Li's side. Though slightly weaker than the opposing forces, they still had the Four-Sha Array as their support, giving them a fighting chance. Under Xuan Le's invitation, Han Li and the other cultivators ascended upward, positioning themselves along the edges of the Four-Sha Array and quietly observing the enemy's movements. Now, for the first time, Han Li could see the opponents clearly. Most of them wore robes of red and yellow, suggesting affiliation with two distinct sects. Leading the group was a plain-looking red-robed young woman and an elderly yellow-robed man in his sixties or seventies. Neither of them displayed particularly outstanding cultivation levels—just early and late Junzi stages, respectively—engaged in a cheerful conversation with a warm smile. "Be cautious," said Lü Tianmeng, the only one who had fought several battles against the six sects, speaking with great caution to his fellow cultivators, clearly showing his deep respect and apprehension toward these two sects. Upon hearing this, the cultivators including Han Li naturally became highly alert and even more cautious. At that moment, the red-robed young woman paused her conversation and turned to speak a few words calmly. Han Li and the others, being too distant, could not make out what she said. However, all the red-robed figures behind her swiftly launched themselves forward, gradually approaching the Four Evil Array at the base of the gully. Meanwhile, the yellow-robed elder remained silent and merely waved his hand, causing several of the yellow-robed cultivators on his side to transform into dozens of bright yellow streaks that surged directly toward the Four Evil Array—arriving even before the others. This unexpected move caused Han Li and the others within the array to hold their breath, some even immediately drawing out their magical artifacts in anticipation. Of course, the yellow-robed cultivators did not simply charge straight into the array. Instead, they halted at a distance of about ten zhang from the array, revealed themselves, and then launched a variety of magical artifacts that surged forward with great momentum, charging directly at the array. The collision between the miraculous glow of the ritual implements and the four-color prohibitive seals—blue, green, red, and yellow—of the Four Evil Arrays erupted in thunderous bursts, causing the faces of the seven sects' participants to subtly tighten. "Half of us must engage the Tiansha Sect's forces to prevent them from breaking the array. The other half must remain vigilant against the Magyuan Sect's cultivators!" Master Xuanle of Yan Yue Sect paused thoughtfully before decisively stating this. Then, he leapt out of the array, launching first a slender, pure-white sword that transformed into a streak of white light, successfully deflecting a flying dagger and a jade-like artifact hurled at it from outside the array. Upon hearing this, the cultivators accompanying Xuanle also released their own implements and surged out of the array, taking up most of the opposing attacks. Han Li was among them. He deployed his well-practiced "Jin Fu Zi Mu Ren," forming a network of golden blades that immediately encircled a long, green-bladed artifact. Since the host of the artifact chosen by Han Li was also only at the foundational stage, the combat, though appearing intense with golden and emerald lights swirling wildly, was actually quite manageable for Han Li, who could frequently glance at other battle groups. The situation seemed promising! The cultivators Han Li had dispatched were mostly at the Qi stage, with inferior artifacts compared to their opponents; roughly five or six of them had to work together to barely withstand the attacks of a single foundational-level cultivator. However, thanks to the protective array, these cultivators could always retreat into the array during times of crisis, so no casualties had yet occurred. As for the other foundational-level cultivators, they, like Han Li himself, were successfully holding off one yellow-robed opponent each, engaging in vigorous combat. "This is the true strength of the Six Sects of the Magic Path," Han Li thought. It seemed strange—given that the enemy's strength was thus, defending the spiritual mine should not be a problem. He was still pondering this! Finally, the robed figure from Móyánmén arrived at the side of the Four Evil Array, arriving with noticeable hesitation. This immediately prompted the cultivators who had not yet engaged—especially Lu Tianmeng—to watch them with heightened alertness, while some younger disciples from the Seven Sects grew eager to step in. The robed figures did not immediately join the fray but instead formed an unusual array, then, under the instructions of one of them, each drew out a large crimson banner adorned with the Golden Sun and Yang Flame, glowing brilliantly—clearly no ordinary banner. "Unfortunate! These are the Flame-Bringers! They're preparing to unleash the Qingyang Magma Fire—act now and stop them!" Lu Tianmeng, observing their calm demeanor, felt an immediate sense of unease. As they formed the array and raised their banners, he recalled vividly the astonishing scene he had witnessed firsthand during the Six Sects' Great Battle, his face instantly paling as he shouted. Then, without hesitation, the spiritual beast mountain cultivator burst out of the array and hastily threw a leather satchel from his waist. Immediately, two flying sky centipedes, each several feet long, emerged from the bag. Covered in bold black-and-yellow patterns, these centipedes possessed a pair of translucent, emerald-green wings. With several sharp, urgent whistles from Lu Tianmeng, they charged forward with fierce eyes blazing, directly heading toward the red-robed figures. The other cultivators who had not yet acted—though they were unfamiliar with the terms "fierce flame cultivators" and "qingyang demonic fire"—recognized that such a dramatic reaction from the leading cultivator at the foundation stage late phase must surely be significant. Without further delay, they stepped forward and joined the fray. Particularly the several cultivators at the foundation stage, who closely followed Lu Tianmeng’s movements, their own implements also advancing in tandem with the two venomous centipedes, reaching the red-robed figures. At this moment, over a dozen magelight gate disciples were still murmuring under their breath, holding their banners tightly, their bodies motionless and seemingly unbothered by the assault now unfolding before them—this filled Lu Tianmeng and the other cultivators with great relief. Among the two giant centipedes that had first reached the magelight gate disciples, one opened its massive mouth, ready to unleash a powerful jet of dark green venom. Yet, just as the venom was about to erupt, something astonishing occurred! Before the jet could fully emerge, several slender streaks of silver light flashed across the centipede’s body. Following these luminous traces, the creature suddenly fractured into four or five pieces, shattering into fragments that fell to the ground. Before the seven sect cultivators could even process the shock, the same phenomenon unfolded on the second centipede. Lu Tianmeng’s face now turned pale, and he immediately halted his advance, drawing forth a small shield and swiftly summoning it in front of himself. The other cultivators behind him also reacted with astonishment, deploying various defensive artifacts and talismans in a desperate attempt to avoid following the centipede's fate. Yet even more astonishing occurred! As several artifacts that had followed the centipede were about to launch an attack, a sudden cascade of fine silver threads materialized in front of them, tightly encasing and immobilizing each one. Thus, the seven sect cultivators who had just broken through the array now stood in stunned silence, utterly at a loss as to what to do. "Quick! Use the luminous light technique—there are others ahead of those red-robed figures who have employed some kind of invisibility secret!" exclaimed a foundation-level cultivator who had just lost his own artifacts, his eyes flashing blue with sudden realization. This revelation brought clarity to all the others, though only foundation-level cultivators could wield the luminous light technique—those at the qi cultivation stage could only watch helplessly. Han Li was also employing the luminous light technique, turning his gaze toward the scene. He had fully absorbed the scene just now, equally astonished! Now, with a gentle reminder, he used his spiritual light technique to examine it closely, and indeed, several faint white figures emerged clearly before the magi of the Mo Yanmen who were holding large banners. These figures wielded long, slender weapons in one hand, while with the other, they released silver threads to control the enchanted objects that remained motionless. These figures clearly weren't ordinary humans—were they perhaps spirits refined through ritual cultivation? As he pondered this thoughtfully, he casually directed the golden blades ahead. This relaxed demeanor finally irritated the middle-aged cultivator from Tiansha Sect! With a stern expression, he maneuvered the green sword and Han Li's golden blades into a tense entanglement, then silently struck his storage bag. Instantly, a white orb began to spin rapidly and rocketed forth. As it rose into the wind, it swelled to the size of a house and charged straight toward Han Li with fierce determination. Though Han Li was slightly distracted, he couldn't have missed such a dramatic display. Without a flicker of urgency, he raised one hand and made a sweeping motion—sending forth a streak of jade-green swordlight nearly ten feet long, which struck the orb squarely. The orb trembled and staggered several times, momentarily unable to close the distance. Then, Han Li drew out a pair of "Wu Long Duo" from his storage bag and, stepping in to replace the waning sword light, immediately countered the opponent's orb, once again establishing a stalemate. This move deeply infuriated the Tiansha Sect cultivator, yet he could do nothing about it at the moment! "Unfortunate!" cried Lü Tianmeng in a voice filled with growing anxiety, causing Han Li's heart to leap and prompting him to swiftly glance to the side. There, the red-robed figures had ceased their incantations and now held their large banners at an angle toward the sky, with faint blue flames beginning to rise from the tips of the banners. "This is the Qingyang Magma Fire," Han Li observed, his eyes fixed intently on the blue flames, growing increasingly uneasy. As Lü Tianmeng watched his spell drawing near completion, his confidence steadily eroded. Yet these white figures—clearly not something that could be overcome in the near term!