After the glow faded, a graceful white-robed woman emerged as a silver rainbow. She appeared in midair, calmly surveying the surroundings. Upon seeing Han Li and Feng Bing, her delicate brows slightly lifted. The sudden appearance of this woman caused the ethereal light formed by Tian Zhong to momentarily pause, and she reappeared in her physical form, her expression now shifting between gloom and uncertainty. When Feng Bing saw this woman break free from the aura, she immediately felt energized and exclaimed, "White sister, you've just arrived at the perfect time. This one is the Fourth Divine Master of Mu Lan. We'll quickly contain her so that Han Master can proceed to rescue the others." "Fourth Divine Master? So you were also involved in this scheme," said the woman with a cold gaze, slightly sharp in tone, as she looked at Tian Zhong. "I didn't expect anyone besides that young man to succeed in breaking through the Blood Lattice. I always knew the people from Yin Luo Sect weren't entirely reliable." Tian Zhong didn't answer the woman's question, but instead muttered under his breath with a darkened expression. "You're going to die!" Seeing that the White lady showed no intention of answering, her face turned ashen. With a sharp outburst of anger, she clenched and then swept her hands, sending a vast surge of cold air laced with countless snowflakes rushing toward the other party—white and swirling, powerful and overwhelming. Feng Bing, witnessing this, pointed at the fire spirit vial in the sky, and a fierce wave of flames surged from the opposite side, charging directly at Tian Zhong. Han Li no longer hesitated. With a flash of his wings behind him, he surged forward, accompanied by several thunderclaps, instantly clearing the green figure before him and heading straight for the blood barrier on the other side. Though he had a good chance of extinguishing the green figure with the Spirit of Calming Seal, he judged that saving the others and turning the tide of battle was more urgent. As he drew near to the next blood barrier, Han Li flipped his hand and a new lightning orb appeared in his grasp. "Master, be careful!" Just as Han Li inhaled, preparing to launch the orb, a sudden voice of warning from the silver moon reached his ears. Han Li was taken aback, but without hesitation, he immediately threw the lightning orb in his hands, transforming it into a bright green glow and slamming it hard into the protective shield below. At that moment, however, a large, seagreen fire ball—unaccountably shot forth from somewhere—sailed through the air, striking the lightning orb precisely as Han Li's face turned pale, like a meteor racing across the sky. "Pffft!" The lightning orb was silently consumed by the fire ball, which then spun smoothly, morphing into a green fire bird about a foot in size, floating steadily in the air. Han Li's expression of sternness flashed briefly, and with both hands pressing seals, he caused the lightning orb to explode violently within the bird's body. Yet the bird merely shivered violently, then resumed its composure, even growing slightly larger in size, and fixed its gaze steadily upon Han Li. Seeing this, Han Li cursed under his breath and lifted his head to look upward. A series of azure fire balls shot forth from the direction of the Mulan Sacred Bird, landing near the blood shield and instantly transforming into azure phoenixes within moments, encircling the shield and shielding it. Han Li now understood that these phoenixes were indeed closely linked to the lamp flame—hence the reason the lightning pearls had been reversed to nourish the other party. After all, the primary ingredient of the lightning pearls was refined from lamp flame. Nearby, a woman named Xu, who was quietly gazing at Han Li, had their eyes meet directly. It was clear that she had been manipulating the actions of the spectral bird. Han Li immediately grasped the situation and felt a surge of indignation. However, when his gaze settled upon the nine ancient lamps floating before her, he narrowed his eyes, observing the slowly burning azure flames, and soon calmed down, his expression thoughtful. The azure phoenixes, meanwhile, showed no intention of attacking Han Li, merely circling and dancing around the blood shield. At that moment, a flash of white light revealed the figure of Yin Yue standing beside Han Li. "Please forgive me, Master, I'm truly sorry," Yin Yue said, her voice filled with apology. "During the battle just now, I couldn't do a single thing. The two Tian Hu beasts have such acute senses of awareness. As soon as I came close, they detected me. I simply couldn't get near enough to cast illusions or spells." "It's all right," Han Li shook his head, his expression calm. "You've done your best." "Besides, there are two lightning pearls here. Take them first. See if you can sneak into the vicinity of other blood shields and rescue people. Even rescuing one person now would be a great achievement." Han Li tossed the two lightning pearls to Yin Yue. "I will do my utmost," Yin Yue said, gracefully accepting the pearls with her delicate hands, and then vanished once more into the white light. Han Li turned to look back at the rear. To the direction where Tian Zhong stood, crimson flames intertwined with white cold air, occasionally flaring with vibrant hues of five colors, making it difficult to determine which force held the upper hand. The green silhouette, which had seemingly vanished without a trace at some point, was either struggling under the combined assault of the two mid-stage cultivators, prompting Tian Zhong to summon it back, or had been reassured by the direct intervention of the sacred bird, causing him to withdraw his avatar. A vibrant blue flame instantly enveloped the space above the blood barrier, completely submerging Han Li's figure within it. At that moment, Long Han's gaze had just shifted away from Han Li. He had originally hoped that Han Li and the others would swiftly rescue the trapped cultivator, thereby turning the tide of the battle. However, witnessing the holy beast spewing so many fire balls toward Han Li and then transforming them into a phoenix, he felt his hopes dim. He turned his attention to the diviner's side. There, the Seven True Cultivators, though relying on their seven treasures, were barely holding their ground against the azure妖fire of the creature—clearly nearing exhaustion. Though only at the late Yuan Ying stage, this magnificent peacock, possessing the stage of Huashen, was clearly not going to be contained by the seven of them for long. "Release the Yin-Yang Dual Demons," Long Han said in a steady, resolute voice, laying down his final trump card. "Instruct the Dual Demons not to rush into killing immediately—first, extinguish those ancient lamps." "Yes!" A disciple from the Hohuan Sect, who had been standing quietly behind Long Han, immediately responded and took off to After a commotion in the crowd, two solemn black and white coffins were carried forth. The sixteen male and sixteen female disciples of the Héhuān Sect filed out in sequence, taking positions around the coffins, settling into meditation postures and simultaneously reciting incantations, casting various spells to initiate the final phase of unsealing. As the incantations echoed, the talismans on the black and white coffins began to tremble without any wind, and from within the coffins came a soft, clicking sound—like hands and feet gently touching the wood. Long Han noticed this sound, his eyes twitching slightly. He had heard, though not in great detail, the legends of the Yin-Yang Dual Demons of the Héhuān Sect. It was said that these two demon corpses had once been dual-revered senior monks of the Sect, both possessing the early stage of Yuan'ing cultivation. However, for unknown reasons, they betrayed the Sect and shifted their focus to the spirit path, eventually achieving the form of living corpses. After their cultivation advanced significantly, they returned to the Héhuān Sect, where they killed and wounded hundreds of disciples. Yet ultimately, they were all captured alive by the collective senior monks of the Héhuān Sect and subjected to an ancient secret technique that erased their consciousness, transforming them into the legendary Yin-Yang Demon Corps. It is said that this Demon Corps possesses extraordinary powers, surpassing even their former strength by one-third. Long Han was pondering this, as the strange sounds emanating from within the coffin grew increasingly intense, while the incantations inscribed upon the coffin began to peel off continuously with each spell cast upon it—fewer and fewer in number! The thirty-two disciples of the Héhuān Sect surrounding the coffin chanted without cease, yet their expressions gradually turned uneasy, their eyes darting constantly, fixed intently upon the dwindling remnants of the incantations. "Pff," "Pff"—finally, the last two incantations detached and drifted downward simultaneously. All the disciples erupted into a sudden surge of relief, leaping to their feet and scattering swiftly in all directions. Yet at that very moment, both coffins burst open, a strong scent of blood filling the air, and two indistinct figures—one black, one white—flew out from the shattered coffins, swiftly vanishing in different directions. The two male and female disciples who had been running the slowest suddenly emitted piercing cries as the two Daoist figures rushed upon them, biting through their throats and swiftly drawing out large amounts of vital essence from their bodies. The other disciples of the Hợp Hoàn Sect, witnessing this, exhaled in relief and halted their flight. The cultivators from the other sects, seeing this scene, were visibly startled. "Done," said an elderly man with flowing hair, who stepped forward, his expression calm. "Since the Dual Demons have drawn upon the essence of the young boys and girls, they will no longer rise up against us!" He then raised both hands, revealing two green-tinted bronze tablets, and swiftly waved them at the two Daoist figures still lying motionless upon the fallen disciples. Two streaks of gray light swiftly penetrated the heads of the two figures and vanished without trace. The Dual Demons shuddered, ceased drawing blood, and then slowly rose to their feet, drifting silently toward the assembled cultivators. At that moment, the monastic cultivators finally caught a clear view of the two demons' faces, all of them expressing astonishment. The so-called Yin-Yang Demon Corps appeared to be a pair of young, handsome male and female figures—men with sharp brows and clear eyes, and women graceful and dignified, with skin as fresh and lifelike as that of ordinary humans. Their faces seemed slightly vacant, though. If it weren't for the lingering drops of blood still clinging to their lips and cheeks, one might have truly mistaken them for a typical couple engaged in mutual cultivation. However, as soon as they approached, a subtle, indescribable stench of decay gradually wafted through the air, dispelling the initial doubts in everyone's minds. The elderly monk rapidly poured his spiritual energy into the bronze plaque in his hands, causing ripples of gray light to spread out and immediately enveloping the two demons. The Yin-Yang Demon Corps remained motionless, while the elder continued to chant incantations swiftly, his bronze plaque gently floating above his palm. Suddenly, the elder cast two spells upon the bronze plaque, and a gray beam of light, as thick as a thumb, shot out from the plaque, vanishing instantly into the foreheads of the two figures. The eyes of the twin magicians instantly gleamed with renewed brilliance. "Go," the bearded elder said, retrieving the token and pointing once toward the distant blue giant bird, issuing a cold command.