Upon seeing the tiger spirit puppet materialize before him, Nanlong Hou was momentarily stunned. In a flash of white light, several dozen puppets suddenly moved in unison, their figures swirling and shifting, instantly encircling Nanlong Hou in the center. Dozens of clawed spearpoints surged toward him, pressing hard against his body. But then, two more dull thuds rang out! The figure of "Nanlong Marquis" emerged outside the encircling formation, his hands swiftly extracting both arms from the thoraxes of the two one-armed tiger spirit puppets. Though puppets were said to lack hearts, such severe damage instantly caused them to lose control and plummet straight downward. The Marquis's fists were so solid that even the carefully crafted tiger spirit puppet bodies, meticulously forged by Han Li, could not withstand them at all. Yet this single strike was merely a matter of momentum—his true objective was Han Li himself, whose body had not yet fully recovered mobility. After dispatching the two puppets, he did not pause, swiftly moving past the others still forming the encirclement, and with no hesitation, delivered a solid punch directly to Han Li's chest. Though Han Li's inner power still could not be fully summoned, he remained calm, his face neither flustered nor anxious, instead displaying a faint, eerie expression. The Nananlong Marquis was startled, pondering what Han Li intended, when a multitude of sharp, piercing sounds erupted behind him, as though something had suddenly burst forth and attacked from mere feet away. Startled, he swiftly drew back his fist, then unexpectedly swayed his body left and right in a strange manner, and instantly a number of fragmented silhouettes burst into motion—his true form vanished completely within the shifting images. At the spot where he had stood, countless green claw-like beams materialized out of nowhere, instantly tearing through and shattering the remnants. Then, with a series of green flashes, a monstrous creature emerged—covered in green fur, with a face resembling a skeleton—staring coldly at the Nananlong Marquis, silent and impassive. This was precisely the Tianjue Magoth summoned by Han Li, concealed behind the array of puppet tigers. The Marquis had only noticed the tiger puppet figures and failed to perceive the Magoth who had been quietly hidden beside him, nearly falling victim to the surprise attack. "A corpse refined?" the Marquis exclaimed, surprised upon seeing the Magoth clearly. At that moment, the other tiger spirit puppets instantly turned and gathered around Han Li on either side. Yet Han Li suddenly raised both hands simultaneously, spreading his fingers wide. One hand flashed with golden light, sending out a thick, vibrant golden arc that bounced and shimmered with a thunderous roar. The other hand glowed with a deep purple hue, and a small, quiet cluster of purple flame gently materialized without a sound. Otherwise, when the ancient demons first crossed over to the human realm, how could they have been utterly unmatched throughout this world at once? Yet the man before him now seems to have an inexhaustible flow of divine, pestilential lightning within him, deploying it with ease and without hesitation. This is becoming troublesome. What's more, the sudden emergence of a deep purple flame on the other hand of his opponent has sent a chill through him. Though he doesn't yet know what this flame is, the moment he sees it, he immediately senses its danger—clearly, it is no ordinary phenomenon. As for the mechanical puppets, he doesn't take them seriously. After all, these creatures might bring some unexpected surprises if unprepared, but once the actual combat begins, they won't make much of a difference. Even the peculiar aura of the corpse-enchanted cultivators is somewhat unusual, yet it would only add one or two opponents at the Yuan Ying stage—still not something to be overly concerned about. The Nanglong Marquis, whose spirit has been taken over by a demon, failed to secure a victory in the initial engagement and thus paused to consider his next move. On the other side, Linghu the Elder and the white-robed woman exchanged glances upon seeing Han Li and the "Nanlong Marquis" momentarily halt their actions. Their minds stirred with hesitation—they dared not immediately command the ancient relic to launch an attack, but instead allowed the five-colored light beams and the circular ring to hover gently above the Marquis, poised and restrained. The ring, seemingly in harmony with the relic, subtly expanded and contracted, emitting a low, intermittent hum. "Then, I shall eliminate you once and for all—no second chance. This body is merely temporary. Even if it's damaged, it matters little." With that, the southern lord of Lang, his face stern and resolute, remained silent for a moment. Then, he drew a deep breath, and dark, murky magical energy surged forth from his body, accompanied by a series of strange, cracking sounds from his bones. Suddenly, his figure rose several feet, and his neck and shoulders began to swell and distort, as though something powerful was about to burst forth from within. On the other side, the elder Master Linghu and the white-clad woman naturally could not tolerate the South Long Marquis's composed display of powerful techniques. Earlier, the Marquis had already driven them both to their knees merely by his sheer strength, and now, with this mysterious magical prowess, their peril only grew. At once, the two exchanged glances and simultaneously raised hand seals, pointing toward the celestial treasures above. Instantly, five-hued light pillars descended, reaching the South Long Marquis's position ahead of Han Li's attack. Meanwhile, the translucent, circular object suddenly swelled rapidly, expanding into a massive ring several zhang in diameter, and descended toward the Marquis. The magical soul remained utterly unmoved; as the light pillars approached, the black aura enveloping him instantly absorbed his form. Upon contact, the five-hued light pillars flashed and vanished, as though completely consumed. At that moment, Han Li's golden arc, purple fire orb, and white giant ring all reached the Marquis simultaneously, though the golden insect cloud arrived slightly later, still closing in. This time, the magical soul refused to absorb the attacks directly. With a mere flick of its black aura, it instantly shot backward, moving with astonishing speed. Under the precise control of Han Li and the others, the attacks relentlessly pursued. In a short while, the black aura, forming a cluster several zhang in diameter, darted swiftly left and right, flashing in the air, while behind it, a colossal golden serpent made of arcs, along with massive rings and drifting insect clouds, pressed close, following with both speed and unpredictability—so elusive that the attacks could not quite catch up or lock onto it. Seeing this, the white-robed woman, unwilling to yield, continued to manipulate her precious mirror, sending one after another of radiant, multicolored pillars cascading down. Yet, just as before, she could not keep pace with the movements of the "Nanlong Marquis," and each pillar fell short. As the evasive maneuvers and pursuits unfolded, only a brief moment passed. Though Han Li maintained control over the golden arcs and the purple lotus flames with his consciousness, his brow remained furrowed, his expression growing increasingly grave. "Young man," he said, "if you have no further decisive moves up your sleeve, I They were all fierce and combative, each with an exceptionally rich array of combat experience. Though the high-level ancient demons who had crossed the boundary couldn't have been overly aggressive, once they truly committed themselves, you would find yourself no match for them. Master Daxian has not yet completed his final Yuan婴 puppet, and he certainly doesn't intend to join you in death. Suddenly, Master Daxian's voice transmitted over. Hearing this, Han Li didn't immediately respond, but upon a flash of sternness on his face, he suddenly shook his sleeves, and instantly a clear, resonant sound rang out. From within the sleeves, dozens of golden small swords surged forth like fish swimming. In a moment, they transformed into dozens of golden streaks, each about a foot long, swirling and dancing around Han Li. Han Li remained expressionless, consecutively casting several spells. Each beam of light trembled slightly, then instantly branched out into hundreds of identical golden beams, radiating brilliant light. "Go!" Han Li pressed his palms together and issued a low command. Hundreds of sword beams suddenly resonated, then trembled around, vanishing one by one from their original positions—within a moment, Han Li had established the Dageng Sword Array before him.