After Lu Tianmeng's death, the hundreds of small scrolls, no longer supported by spiritual power, gradually gathered together and revealed their original form, gently settling on the ground precisely between Han Li, Xuan Le, and the crimson spider. Xuan Le stared silently at Han Li, making no move, while Han Li glanced at the spider, then at Xuan Le, and with a quiet gesture raised his white scales shield. At the same time, eight beams of white light illuminated around him, and eight puppet beasts materialized beside him. Xuan Le's expression finally showed some emotion. He raised his hand to retrieve the yellow small bell and said softly, "I never expected Han brother to be particularly skilled in puppetry. Yet it seems his cultivation still needs refinement—these few puppets are already enough to challenge me?" Han Li remained composed, merely asking with a cold tone. "Did you intentionally release the spider?" "Indeed!" Xuan Le confirmed promptly, and with a hand movement, a red, light gauze resembling a cloak appeared in his hands. "You won't be afraid of making a mess and ending up killed by this beast, will you?" Han Li licked his slightly cracked lips, then sneered. "Hah! Kill me? With just this fourth-tier beast—stronger in body and a bit more powerful, perhaps?" Xuan Le scoffed, her expression utterly dismissive. "Still, you might as well enjoy playing with this crystal spider. Just hope you don't lose your life!" With that, she draped the delicate silk robe over herself. Though she remained in place, her entire aura vanished instantly, as if she had disappeared altogether. Han Li was taken aback and stared at the silk robe for a moment. Meanwhile, Xuan Le smiled calmly and slowly retreated toward the corner of the cave, appearing completely detached. Han Li's thoughts raced through several possibilities, instantly deducing the purpose of the silk robe. His face turned pale, and he hurried to gaze at the spider. To the blood spider, now glaring with fierce determination, its two fangs clicked loudly, clearly treating him as its prey. Han Li swiftly assessed the situation and darted forward, rushing toward Xuan Le's corner. But as soon as Han Li moved, the blood spider surged with a surge of crimson light, charging directly at him. Meanwhile, the prepped puppet beast opened its mouth, successively launching streaks of radiant light that passed through swiftly—hitting the blood spider repeatedly and sending it tumbling several times, momentarily halting its pursuit of Han Li. At the same time, a pale, misty glow surged forth, instantly shrinking the clock that was about to grow large once more and stabilizing it in midair. "The Qing Ning Mirror!" Xuan Le gasped—how could he not know this renowned, top-tier artifact of his sect? He now felt a surge of panic. After all, he had expected the "Shading Sky Bell" to at least buy him some time. Yet Han Li had moved straight toward him without the slightest pause. How could he not be flustered? Fortunately, Han Li was still over a dozen paces away, so Xuan Le promptly hurled out the "Ice Rain Technique" scroll he had just drawn from his sleeve. It instantly transformed into a dense barrage of ice spears shooting toward Han Li. He believed that as long as Han Li used his white shield to block, his movements would inevitably slow down—thus giving him ample time to activate the powerful artifact he had just obtained. Han Li observed a vast array of ice spears rushing toward him. His eyes flashed with cold light, and with a single gesture, he waved his small shield forward, instantly storing it within his storage bag. At the same time, his body suddenly accelerated to double speed, undergoing an astonishing distortion and deformation, allowing him to surge through the ice spear formation without a single hair or strand being damaged. Then a massive azure sword aura materialized suddenly. Han Li darted forward and had already positioned himself behind Xuan Le. Xuan Le stood motionless, his fiery armor now bearing a large palm-sized hole at his chest—so severe that the armor had lost all its spiritual essence and was rendered useless. Unexpectedly, his head had rolled down without any prior warning, severed directly by Han Li’s azure sword aura. The storage satchel at his waist was naturally also picked up by Han Li as he moved. Han Li glanced at the satchel in his hands, feeling an indescribable sense of emotion. A cultivator at the late Foundation Stage had been killed so suddenly—surely he must have been utterly stunned in his final moments! Yet Han Li was well aware that the reason for Xuan Le’s death lay not only in the element of surprise, but also in the constraints imposed by the narrow terrain. In a typical high-altitude duel among cultivators, the opponent would never allow the practitioner to close the distance—maintaining a gap of several dozen zhang, and with both parties moving through the air via magical artifacts, their speeds would hardly differ from each other's peak footwork. Moreover, to destroy the opponent's armor, a one-time self-explosion artifact crafted from the juvenile horn of a Black Dragon-Jet had been employed, resulting in a mutual annihilation. Regarding this juvenile horn, the merchant who originally crafted the artifact continues to express regret, lamenting that if the Black Dragon-Jet's single horn had grown another twenty or thirty years, it could have been forged into a truly formidable artifact—rather than being used merely as a consumable due to its initial fragility. Nevertheless, considering its effectiveness in eliminating a cultivator at the late Foundation stage, its use proves to be exceptionally worthwhile. After Han Ligang stored the Qing Ning Mirror and the other's small bell, a series of explosive sounds echoed behind him, causing him to pause momentarily. Without hesitation, he slapped his storage bag, and instantly several second-tier puppet beasts surged out from his pouch. The original eight were finally driven forward by the blood spider, which then sliced and gnawed them into fragments. Now, the blood spider turned once more and charged directly at Han Ligang! Han Ligang raised his hand, and the two black dragons he had summoned suddenly expanded in size, intercepting the giant spider mid-air. Following this, the light beams from the puppet beasts arrived in rapid succession, continuously striking the crimson body of the monster, eventually pressing it down at a single point and halting its advance. In desperation, the blood spider expelled several webs, but Han Ligang, anticipating this move, swiftly shifted his position and evaded them. As for the puppet beasts, those that couldn't dodge and were caught by the spider's silk strands were immediately stored in韩立's storage bag, with a fresh one summoned instantly—never interrupting the continuous assault. However,韩立's intention to summon a seal artifact and eliminate the spider had to be abandoned. After all, it would be unwise to rely solely on a protective shield or physical instruments to absorb the spider's webbing. With no choice,韩立 sighed and had to maintain this level of pressure on the spider, never relaxing a single moment. After a full minute, as predicted, the blood-red hue on the blood spider's body gradually faded, and cracks and dents began to appear on its exoskeleton—clear signs that the creature's vital energy was waning and could no longer sustain its defenses with灵力 throughout its body. When Han Li smiled, the spider seemed to sense the impending trouble. It tried several times to escape Han Li's attacking range and dash toward the entrance, only to be driven back each time by a series of urgent light beams from the several puppets. In the end, it was completely trapped and left helpless. As the spider's final essence dwindled away, it shrunk into a ball, powerless to resist. Han Li then donned his sharp-silver-edged sword and, in just a few swift steps, severed the spider's head with a single stroke. Indeed, though the creature's exoskeleton was hard, it proved easily penetrated by the silver blade once its vital energy was no longer sustaining it. Then, Han Li sat down heavily on the ground nearby, silent for a long time. After a while, he surveyed the many deceased cultivators around him and for the first time truly felt the fragility of a cultivator's life—something that stirred a sense of melancholy within him. Perhaps one day, he too would fall at the hands of another cultivator, or be consumed by the belly of some beast? Once the rest had settled, Han Li picked up the small scroll tablet first, then carefully retrieved the storage bags from each corpse. Finally, he approached the teleportation array cautiously, moving slowly and constantly glancing between the five-colored bones and the tokens they held. "The Great Translocation Mandate! That's exactly what Lü Tianmeng called this token!" Han Li mused to himself.