The Mochun, however, surprised Li Han by not being angry at all. He glanced steadily at the sword shadow before Li Han, the purple phoenix of flame, and the Blood Demon Sword, his expression gradually growing cold. Li Han, in turn, stared silently, his cold gaze unwavering, while the wind and thunder wings on his back slowly rose and his inner qi began to surge rapidly. At that moment, a tremendous burst of sound came from afar, causing both Li Han and the Mochun to turn and look in surprise. There, light flickered as several luminous orbs of different colors broke free from the black energy shield. The shield soon dissolved, revealing once again the original forms of the three magical artifacts—the circular disk, the small sword, and the magical banner—though their magical glow had dimmed, as though they had sustained significant damage. While the Mochun was fully focused on confronting Li Han, he had inadvertently overlooked the three silver-haired elders. Though all three were only Jin Ying period cultivators, each had endured countless battles and seemingly employed some secret technique, enabling them to jointly break the sealing spell that had been restraining their treasures in a short span of time. However, having just witnessed the magpie's elusive and mysterious movements, they were deeply astonished and thus did not willingly move closer to Han Li, instead directing several of their treasures to attack the magpie from a distance, hoping to gain some tactical advantage. These three were well aware that Han Li was the key force in countering this monstrous entity; should Han Li fall, their own chances of survival would be negligible. The fact that they could now lend even partial support was a great relief to Han Li. If they could help him secure the opportunity to deploy his sword formation, it would be even more beneficial. With this thought in mind, Han Li glanced at the magpie across the battlefield. The magpie, observing the incoming treasures and then turning to look at Han Li, subtly moved its eyes and skull, and suddenly broke into a cold, eerie smile before rising into motion. After a fleeting shadow, the monster vanished suddenly from its spot. Han Li was startled by this and immediately used his spiritual sight to swiftly scan the area. To his surprise, his expression turned alarmed. "Not good! Be careful!" Han Li roared, then, without further explanation, sent out a surge of consciousness. As a result, the scattered giant turtle puppets raised their necks, and one after another, beams of blue light erupted, targeting precisely the area surrounding the silver-haired elder. The silver-haired elder and Tianjin True Man, both seasoned and experienced, instantly grasped the situation upon Han Li's brief hint—especially after having just witnessed the strange evasive technique of the monster's spirit. They now realized that the creature had suddenly abandoned Han Li and was instead charging directly at them. Though deeply startled, they could only silently sigh in frustration. The monster's spirit, which had previously found Han Li's array of tactics—particularly the blood-magic sword—difficult to overcome in the short term, now faced additional disturbances from the three elders approaching from the side, making the situation even more complicated. Thus, the demon suddenly changed his mind and decided first to eliminate the other obstacles, and then to deal with the lone and weakened Han Li. Several thick beams of light burst forth around the three Yuan-Infant stage cultivators, spreading a pervasive chill throughout the area. The dark form swayed, and the demon's spirit materialized, only a few dozen paces away from the three Tianjing cultivators. Even though the group had anticipated this, they were still startled by the speed and agility of the spirit's movement, their faces pale with surprise. Fortunately, the three seemed to have practiced their coordination extremely well. Immediately, Cheng Shi and another elder raised their hands simultaneously—one launched a broad array of scrolls, while the other summoned a fiery red fox from his sleeve. Tianjing Trueperson, meanwhile, pressed her palms together in a series of gestures, and at that moment, the two evil ghost puppets standing behind her simultaneously shifted position, emerging together with the red fox, protected by the scrolls. As soon as the talisman flew out of the protective dome, it expanded into vast swaths of fiery clouds, resonating in a continuous roar. The fire fox leapt into the air, seemingly dissolving into the fiery expanse above, vanishing instantly. It turned out to be a rare spiritual creature skilled in the art of Fire Style. Upon witnessing two imposing evil ghost puppets charging toward her, the magical soul remained expressionless, gently rubbing her four hands in pairs. A sharp, piercing cry erupted from her palms, followed by a series of sharp crackling sounds as the air broke. Two distinct, glaring black orbs materialized between her palms. With a swift motion, she clasped her five hands and fingers, dividing the two black orbs into four separate fragments, each one grasped by one of her hands. A simple arm flick of each palm sent forth a brilliant black glow. Four unusual black blades of light appeared within her palms—each about two feet long, slightly curved from tip to base, resembling a sharp ox-horned knife. Yet strangely, the entire blade surface vibrated continuously, subtly trembling, distorting and warping the surrounding space as well, with the piercing sound never ceasing. Truly astonishing! Unnoticed, however, at the very moment the black, strange blade took form, the human-faced skull behind the spirit's body experienced a sharp, painful spasm, its face turning pale as if its entire essence had been drained by half. Meanwhile, the front demonic skull grew even more fierce, its four strange luminous blades flickering, then shooting forward like an arrow from a powerful bow, aimed directly at a pale green demonic puppet. The puppet, completely unafraid, opened its mouth without hesitation, expelling a powerful surge of gray negative energy that surged out as a wave of mist. At the same time, it raised both hands, and with a flash of green light, ten strands of cold energy shot out from its fingertips, vanishing instantly into the mist. The other crimson puppet, after exhaling a surge of cool qi, emitted a flash of red light from its hands, launching a beam of crimson light toward the front. At that moment, the fiery clouds above surged downward, converging toward the spirit shield. For a brief instant, the surging spirit energy was caught between the three forces. Undeterred, the spirit calmly raised its four strange blades and gently swept them—four crescent-shaped blade flashes materialized in midair, intersecting to form two massive black crosses, which then charged directly toward the two puppets. Yet this movement caused the spirit to pause slightly. Seizing the moment, a massive flame claw, several feet in size, suddenly shot down from the clouds, its five long, sickle-shaped claws piercing straight into the ghost's cranial center. Simultaneously, the threads of cool blue qi and the crimson light beam flashed briefly, then darted out to strike the spirit's body. With a swift motion of its four arms, the spirit caused the light blades to momentarily blur, generating cascading waves of light that coalesced into a vast, rolling sphere of dark radiance. The silken thread and the light band cried out instantly upon touching the sphere, then were swiftly drawn into its core. In a flash, the green and crimson glows erupted, and the silken thread and light practice were torn apart, reduced to fragments. As this scene unfolded, the flame giant claw that had already reached for the sphere suddenly paused in alarm, then began to retract with lightning speed. Yet it was too late— a crescent-shaped streak of black light flashed by, and the claw fell off, splattered with blood and flesh. A piercing cry rose from the flaming cloud above. The mage's face flushed with fury; her long purple tongue gently brushed the drops of fox blood that had fallen upon her cheek. With a low command, her form vanished instantly from her original spot, reappearing moments later at the very center of the cloud. The cloud surged and churned violently, and several severed limbs of the fire fox, glistening with fresh blood, fell from the sky. The swift execution of the fire fox left the three within the protective barrier speechless. The stranger, a senior cultivator of the fire fox's lineage, was especially moved, his face filled with deep sorrow. After a strange, eerie smile, the figure vanished once more. Suddenly, flashes of black light erupted within the gray mist, followed by two thunderous booms. The Tianjing True Person, who had been personally controlling the puppets, turned pale instantly. Without a moment's hesitation, he swept his robe outward, and a fierce gust of wind instantly surged through the mist, clearing it completely. All that remained on the spot were the shattered remains of the two puppets, cut into several pieces—nowhere to be seen was any trace of the spirit-mage. Even Tianjing True Person, who had been deeply moved by the destruction of his puppets, could not spare a moment of sorrow. The three of them quickly exchanged glances, hearts pounding, and hurriedly reached into their storage bags to retrieve other treasures. At some point nearby, a spatial disturbance rippled through the air, and suddenly, a towering black mountain, several dozen zhang high, emerged and pressed down firmly—this was precisely what Han Li had done, sensing the imminent danger, instantly transferring his ancient artifact, the Qi-Chong Peak, to near the protective shield, offering temporary support to the three. Yet before the peak had fully settled, the previously empty space suddenly flashed with dark light, and the spirit of the magic unveiled itself there, radiating an air of cold intensity. Raising all four arms toward the sky, the spirit instantly coalesced four luminous blades into a single massive black blade, measuring nearly a zhang in length. From the blade itself, a deep, thunderous roar resonated. Holding the blade firmly in both hands, the spirit swiftly and without hesitation directed it straight at the base of the black mountain, delivering a decisive strike. A slender, deep-black blade of light shot forth silently from the blade's edge. At the mountain's base, a brilliant glow erupted, causing the entire mountain to tremble violently. Starting from the center, a smooth, mirror-like fissure gradually spread across the mountain's surface. To the astonishment of all, the massive peak was severed in two by this single strike. The two halves then slightly shifted and plunged straight downward. Without any pause, the spirit raised the enormous black blade once more, glanced at the three cultivators' protective layers—ranging from five to six—on the ground, and settled upon them with a clearly unkind expression. With a sudden, sweeping motion of both hands, a similarly dark and eerie blade aura surged forth, cutting toward the opposing protective shield. The silver-haired elder and Tianjin Zhenren, along with the others, instantly paled. Though they didn't believe the layered light shields could truly withstand such a powerful assault, they exchanged startled glances and, almost simultaneously, their spiritual radiance flared—transforming into three brilliant streaks of light that shot through the shields, fleeing in three different directions. The silver-haired elder was directly carried away by the surge from Han Li's side, while Tianjin Zhenren and the other elder sped off toward Wei Wuyi. At a distance, Han Li himself, startled by the force of the attack from Mo Hun, immediately realized the gravity of the situation upon seeing their actions—he had a strong sense that with Mo Hun's astonishing speed, their separation would surely prove disastrous. Yet at that very moment, he was deeply occupied in utilizing this opportunity to complete the final steps of setting up the Dageng Sword Array and could not personally take flight to rescue them. Having to swiftly cast a series of spells while simultaneously using his consciousness to guide the dozen giant turtles, he caused their ice spears on their backs to be launched in unison. At this moment, Han Li no longer expected the attack to wound the opponent—he only needed it to slightly hinder the Maghoul's movements, thereby ensuring the safety of the three silver-haired elders. Upon hearing this, the Maghoul unexpectedly did not grow angry, but instead narrowed his silver-white eyes. He scanned the sword blades before Han Li, the purple fire phoenix, and the Blood Demon Sword, before his expression gradually grew colder. Han Li remained silent, calmly gazing back, as his wind-and-thunder wings slowly emerged from behind and began to swiftly circulate with inner qi. At that very moment, a tremendous burst of sound came from afar, causing both Han Li and the Maghoul to turn and look in surprise. There, light flashed, and several luminous orbs of varying colors broke free from within a dark light shield. The shimmering aura dissolved instantly, revealing once again the original forms of the three magical artifacts—the circular ring, the small sword, and the magical banner—though their magical glow had dimmed, as though they had sustained significant damage. While the magical soul was fully engaged in battling Han Li, it had momentarily overlooked the three silver-haired elders. Though each of these elders was only at the early Yuan Ying stage of cultivation, they had each endured countless battles and, through some secret technique they had mastered, managed to jointly break the seal that had been trapping their artifacts in a short span of time. However, having just witnessed the magical soul's elusive and unpredictable movements, they were deeply impressed and naturally hesitated to draw closer to Han Li, instead directing their several magical artifacts to attack the soul from a distance, hoping to exert some restraining effect. These three elders were well aware that Han Li was the key force in countering this magical creature; if Han Li fell, their own chances of survival would be severely compromised. Thus, their current assistance brought Han Li great relief and satisfaction. If they could secure an opportunity for him to set up a sword array, that would be even better. Thus thought Han Li, and glanced over at the other side at the spirit-mage. The spirit-mage, upon seeing the precious object flying toward him and then glancing at Han Li, had a subtle flicker in the eyes of his ghoul-like head, and suddenly broke into a cold, eerie smile before moving. A ripple of shadow passed, and the spirit-mage vanished completely from his spot. Han Li was struck by this sudden change and quickly used his spiritual sight to scan the area. Immediately, his expression turned startled. "Hold on! Be careful!" Han Li roared, then, without further explanation, urged his consciousness forward. The great turtle puppets scattered around instantly raised their necks, and one after another, beams of blue light burst forth, aimed directly at the area surrounding the silver-haired elder. The silver-haired elder and Tian Jing the True Person, being so experienced, instantly grasped the significance of Han Li's brief hint, and, having just witnessed the spirit-mage's unusual evasive technique, immediately realized that the creature had suddenly abandoned Han Li and was now charging straight toward them. To their astonishment and growing frustration, the three felt helpless, silently cursing their predicament. With the myriad techniques the demon had employed—especially the revelation of the Blood Demon Sword—it had become evident that the demon could not be subdued in the near term. Now, with three silver-haired elders joining in from the side, the situation grew even more complicated. Thus, the demon swiftly changed its strategy, deciding first to eliminate the other distractions and then to deal with the isolated and vulnerable Han Li. The Tianjing True Person, meanwhile, pressed two hand seals, and at once both of the evil ghost puppets standing behind him shifted their forms, rushing forward together with the fire fox, protected by the talisman. As soon as the talisman broke free from the protective barrier, it expanded into a vast expanse of continuous fiery clouds, resonating with a continuous roar. The fire fox leapt into the air and instantly merged into the celestial fire, vanishing without a trace. This proved to be a rare spiritual creature skilled in the art of Fire Transmutation. Upon seeing the two imposing evil ghost puppets charging toward her, the demonic soul remained expressionless, gently rubbing her four hands in pairs. A sharp, piercing cry erupted from her palms, followed by a series of sharp rushing sounds, and two brilliant black glows appeared between them. With a swift motion, she clasped her five hands and fingers, dividing the two black orbs into four separate parts, each hand seizing one. As she simply waved her arms, four unusual black blades of light materialized within her palms. This blade is not particularly long, only about two feet in length, slightly curved from tip to base, resembling a cow's horn knife. Yet strangely, the entire blade surface vibrates continuously, subtly distorting the surrounding space, and the piercing sound never ceases—truly astonishing! However, unnoticed is that at the very moment the black blade takes form, the human-headed figure behind the magical soul experiences a sharp pain, its face convulsing before turning as pale as paper, as though half of its vital essence has been drained. Meanwhile, the front demonic head grows even more fierce, shaking its four strange light blades with a sudden snap, and launching forward like an arrow from a powerful bow, striking a pale green demonic puppet. The puppet, naturally, knows no fear, opening its mouth instantly and expelling a powerful surge of gray negative energy, which spreads out as a wave of mist. At the same time, he raised both hands, and the jade light shimmered, ten strands of cold energy shooting out from his fingertips, vanishing instantly as they plunged into the阴气. The other crimson puppet, after expelling its own qi, emitted a radiant red glow from its hands, and a beam of crimson light shot forth. Meanwhile, the fiery clouds above surged toward the spirit shield. For a moment, the surging spirit waves were caught between the three forces. Undeterred, the spirit guardian calmly waved its four strange blades, and instantly four crescent-shaped blade beams materialized, intersecting in mid-air to form two massive black crosses, rushing straight toward the two puppets. Yet this caused the spirit guardian's form to pause momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, a massive flame claw, several feet in size, suddenly shot down from the clouds, its five long, sickle-shaped claws piercing directly into the ghost's cranial center. The strands of jade cold energy and the beam of crimson light also flashed briefly, then swiftly emerged from the阴气, striking the spirit guardian's body. With a motion of her four arms, the blade shimmered momentarily, sending out cascading waves of light that coalesced into a massive, swirling sphere of dark luminescence. As soon as the silken strands and light ribbons made contact with the sphere, they cried out and were instantly drawn into it. In an instant, the green and red glows burst violently, and the cold silk and light exercises were torn to shreds. The scene of the spiritual essence cutting down the fire fox in an instant left the three within the protective barrier speechless. The stranger, a Yuan-Enlightened elder who was also part of the fire fox's party, looked deeply saddened. After a strange, serene smile, the spiritual essence vanished once more. Suddenly, within the gray, gloomy qi, black streaks flashed, followed by two thunderous booms. The Tianjing True Person, who had been personally controlling the puppets, turned pale instantly. Without hesitation, he swept his sleeve outward, and a sudden gale surged through the mist, instantly clearing it away. All that remained on the ground were the shattered remains of the two puppets—now cut into several pieces—wherever the spiritual essence had been. Even the Tianjing True Person, who had been deeply moved by the loss of his puppets, now turned his attention to the others. The three hurriedly glanced around in alarm, frantically retrieving other treasures from their storage bags. At some nearby location, a disturbance in the space unfolded—a towering black mountain, several dozen zhang high, suddenly emerged and then pressed down with immense force. It was Han Li who, seeing the situation had grown critical, instantly transferred his ancient artifact from the Qi Zhong Peak to near the protective shield, temporarily lending his support to the three. Yet before the peak had fully descended, the previously empty space suddenly flashed with dark light, and the demonic spirit appeared there with an expression of cold composure. Raising all four arms toward the sky, the spirit swiftly coalesced four beams of light into a single, massive black blade, measuring over a zhang in length. A deep, thunderous roar emanated from the blade itself. Holding the blade with both hands, the spirit without hesitation aimed it directly at the base of the black mountain and delivered a single, decisive strike. A slender, ethereal blade of deep black light shot silently from the edge of the blade. At the base of the mountain, a brilliant glow erupted, causing the entire mountain to tremble violently. A smooth, mirror-like fissure began to form from the center, gradually spreading outward. The black mountain was severed in two by this single strike. The two halves then slightly shifted and plunged straight downward toward the ground. The Mochun showed no hesitation, raising his massive black blade once more and glancing at the three cultivators' layered shields—now several layers thick—his expression clearly unkind. With a swift motion of both hands, a similarly eerie, deep-black blade of light surged forth, cutting directly toward the opposing shields. But now he was busy finalizing the last few steps of the Dageng Sword Array, and could not personally fly to rescue them. He had to swiftly cast a series of spells while simultaneously using his consciousness to guide the dozen giant turtles, causing them to launch their ice spears from their backs at once. At this moment, he did not expect the attack to wound the opponent—only that it could slightly hinder the Maghoul's movements, thereby ensuring the safety of the three silver-haired elders.