Hearing Han Li's confident words and seeing him withdraw a green scroll and sit down with his eyes closed, Chen Qiaoqian and Zhong Wei'er also remained silent, each pulling out a red and yellow scroll-item from their storage bags. Chen Qiaoqian's senior disciple and Song Meng exchanged a wry, helpless glance. Neither of them possessed any personal scroll-items of their own. Although Chen Qiaoqian's senior disciple had received a blue scroll-item left by his partner, he was still unfamiliar with its power and functions upon acquiring it, and thus hesitated to present it and use it without confidence. As for Song Meng's gray spear scroll-item, it had exhausted its power after the battle against the ice demon. Consequently, the two simply stood there awkwardly beside Han Li and the others, offering them protection. At this moment, the Yue Emperor, who had been trapped in the sky, seemed to realize that his frantic, aimless movements were utterly ineffective, and thus halted his motion, floating motionless in the air. He then lowered his head and began to ponder deeply. A moment later, Yue Huang suddenly lifted his head, wrenching off the golden crown with a fierce expression. His long black hair flowed out freely, swaying in the wind and partially concealing half of his face, casting an even more eerie and mysterious aura against the radiant blood glow emanating from his body. He took a deep breath and, with sharp fingernails, slashed across his wrist in a cross-motion. A surge of blood poured forth, fully merging into the surrounding blood glow. The bright red light instantly dimmed, shifting abruptly to a deep, dark red. Now, the nauseating scent of blood—though it reached even Song Meng and the others at a distance—caused them slight discomfort, prompting a subtle change in their expressions, yet they could do nothing but watch helplessly as the enemy continued casting spells. When the color of the blood glow around him had fully transformed, Yue Huang opened his mouth and expelled two streams of red vapor onto his wrist. The exact nature of this spell was unclear, but the two deep wounds immediately ceased bleeding and gradually faded from red to pale, almost vanishing. Nevertheless, Yue Huang's face grew noticeably pale from the loss of blood. Then a flash of sternness passed over his face. He reached into his cloak and produced a bare, dark hilt of a sword. The hilt was not large—about half a foot long—but dull and worn, utterly unimpressive. Yet, as Yu Huang held it carefully in his hands, he seemed to treat it not as an ordinary object, but as something extremely hazardous. His eyes fixed upon the hilt, and he began to softly recite a spell. The words were faint and bitter to understand, but in their slow, steady rhythm, a wild, primal energy gradually spread out, instantly evoking a sense of ancient time. "What is he doing?" Song Meng, watching from afar, was deeply surprised and instinctively asked. "I don't know—perhaps he's casting some powerful spell," replied his fellow disciple, who also couldn't comprehend the spell's content, and expressed some concern. Though neither of the two knew the enemy's intentions, the sight of this man self-inflicting wounds and bleeding clearly indicated that the King of Yue was desperate, eager to make a final stand. As Song and Meng stood tense and uneasy, the rhythm of the King of Yue's incantations quickened significantly, and the wild, untamed aura grew even more intense. A flash of red light flashed in the King of Yue's eyes, and a remarkable scene unfolded. Suddenly, a surge of black light burst from the hilt of the sword as the incantations continued, enveloping it completely. The hilt rose into the air, floating steadily until it reached a height of about one foot above the king's head, where it then remained suspended. Seeing this, the King of Yue grew even more cautious. With remarkable dexterity, he skillfully formed a series of unusual hand seals, causing black streaks of blood to emerge from the glow surrounding him. As soon as these streaks appeared, they swiftly drifted toward the hilt of the sword. At first, the black veins appeared only a few—sometimes a handful—but soon they multiplied to dozens, then hundreds, bursting forth from the glow of the blood like moths rushing toward a flame. They all surged toward the hilt of the blade, densely weaving themselves around it. In a short while, the hilt was completely enveloped by a thick, dense network of black veins, which then contracted and solidified into a substantial mass of dark, blood-stained clump. The hilt was fully enclosed within this mass. At sight of this, the joy the Yue Huang had just shown vanished, replaced instead by a look of fear. He hurried to glance around, then turned back to the blood mass, his expression of dread deepening even further! Yet immediately, a determined resolve appeared on his face. He roared out several deep, powerful incantations, then bit hard into his own tongue, spitting out a stream of foul blood mixed with a piece of shredded tongue tissue onto the continuously shifting blood mass. The dark blood mass absorbed these foreign elements and instantly ceased its transformation, its brilliant glow dimming. Still unconvinced, Yue Huang rapidly pressed a series of hand seals like a windmill, channeling all his energy into the mass. With this final effort, even the last trace of light on the blood mass faded away. Only then did Yue Huang finally exhale in relief. After spitting out that precious essence, his face seemed to have aged by a full decade, appearing utterly worn and exhausted. But now he couldn't attend to anything else; with a simple gesture, a substantial portion of the blood glow on his body surged and struck the blood clot. His low voice resonated once more, though due to the loss of his tongue, his words came somewhat unclear. Gradually, the blood-glow outer layer of the black blood clot began to stretch and transform, and upon the completion of his final incantation, it revealed the dark hilt once again, now forming a true long blade composed entirely of black blood, radiating an astonishing vitality. Upon seeing this blade, Yue Huang's face lit up with intense enthusiasm. Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the hilt firmly, though when he swung it casually, no immediate power was evident—yet he beamed with profound satisfaction. Staring deeply at the blade, Yue Huang roared with confidence and vigor, transforming into a massive blood-glow sphere, which then surged forward toward the bamboo grove below, causing the observers, including Song Meng, to grow deeply concerned. At that moment, Han Li, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened them, his gaze cold and steady, fixed upon the blood clot plummeting downward. Though Han Li had been actively channeling his spell-armor beneath, his powerful consciousness had always kept a clear grasp of the opponent's movements. However, as soon as the black blood blade took shape, his previously drifting consciousness was abruptly drawn and absorbed by the blade, as though it were about to be completely devoured. This sudden development left Han Li deeply startled, so he swiftly pulled his consciousness back. Fortunately, the suction force of the blood blade stemmed solely from the blade's own action, with no involvement from the Supreme Emperor overseeing the process, allowing Han Li to escape easily and return to his original form. Even so, the experience left him drenched in cold sweat—should his consciousness truly have been fully absorbed by this malevolent blade, he had no idea what catastrophic consequences might unfold! Now, although Han Li recognized the blade's formidable power, he felt even greater confidence in the hastily assembled "Reversal of the Five Elements Array." After all, Lei Wanhe, who had reached the Jian Dan stage, had himself stated that even breaking his original, unimproved "Reversed Five Elements Array" was no easy feat. Now that a more powerful new array method had been introduced—though not yet fully deployed—Lan still did not believe that a single Juzhi-level cultivator could manage to breach it within a short time. Thus, though his eyes were open, he remained utterly calm in mind. As Han Li's thoughts were turning, the blood glow on Yue Huang's body had already collided with the five-colored radiance, producing a series of loud "crack" sounds as immense pressure built up, and the radiance easily held him in place. Yet, having anticipated this development, Yue Huang smiled grimly, tightly grasping the black-blooded blade in both hands and delivering a fierce slash straight into the radiance. A piercing cry resonated from the blade, followed by a flash of soaring black light. Suddenly, the blade emitted a remarkable black blade aura stretching over ten zhang in length. With a sharp "crack," the radiance was indeed severed, opening up a wide channel several zhang in width. The Emperor of the Yue Dynasty was overjoyed and, without hesitation, surged forward at once. His hands flashed with dark light continuously, and remarkably, he truly penetrated into the radiance. "Ah! What now?" Song Meng exclaimed in alarm. The other person, though silent, looked no better—his face was equally anxious and filled with worry. "Need not be alarmed. That radiance is merely the first layer of defense. My great array isn't so easily breached!" At that moment, a calm, gentle voice from Han Li resonated in their ears. Instantly, both of them felt reassured and regained composure. Yet, they were also deeply impressed—how could it be that Han Li, while actively manipulating his talismans and artifacts, still managed to maintain focus and send a clear message? Truly remarkable! At this point, the Emperor of Yue swiftly broke through over ten zhang of the radiant layer and clearly spotted the people below in Huang Feng Valley. He also observed in detail the precise movements of Han Li and his companions as they activated their talismans and artifacts. He smiled faintly, then flashed forward, reaching several dozen feet above Han Li's head, and with a gentle sweep of his black-blooded sword, a blade of black light stretching over fifteen zhang surged down in front.