"Brother, don't be pressured by them. My reinforcements will arrive shortly. As long as you can protect me for just a moment," said King XuanYe, the King of the Ever-Dead. This unexpected turn of events, clearly, had been taken by the old demon as a lifeline. At that moment, Han Li, however, simply clasped his arms and looked thoughtful. The yellow-robed man observed this, his eyes flashing with fierce determination, yet he managed to suppress it. Though the young-looking cultivator had not yet displayed any other extraordinary abilities, the single lightning arc that had just shattered the giant serpent formed by the demon's cloud had made him unwilling to underestimate him. As his thoughts turned, he no longer hesitated to reveal his original plan, speaking directly: "Brother XuanYe, haven't you noticed that the Seven Wind Children and the Three Evil Dust Beasts who accompany me and my friend Tianfeng have not remained with us? As soon as you stepped out of the tomb, I ordered them to set up a grand array, which has now firmly sealed your tomb." Though their strength might not be sufficient to capture the chamber outright, they could certainly delay the assault for a day or two—no problem at all. Moreover... he chuckled coldly as he spoke. "Moreover, what?" thought XuanYe, his heart suddenly sinking, his eyes fixed tightly on the robes-clad man, his hands now clenched into fists. "Moreover, the time is nearly noon, and the negative qi emanating from the earth's veins is at its weakest—precisely when it's most vulnerable. I suspect your XuanYe's Heavenly Corpse Formation is now significantly diminished." The Kiangsha Master raised his gaze to the sky, a strange, mocking smile playing on his lips. Upon hearing this, XuanYe's face turned ashen, though a faint layer of dark mist began to rise. "Very well! Remarkably so! I hadn't expected you to have studied my Heavenly Corpse Formation to such an extent—knowing so clearly about the earth's negative qi. Yet even if you understand all this, you still only grasp the surface. Today, I shall personally demonstrate to you the true essence of the Heavenly Corpse Formation." Xuanye Wang suddenly roared with a sharp, piercing laugh, speaking fiercely. With no hope of reinforcements, his heart filled with shock and rage, and he would not willingly yield. He also felt that unless he demonstrated some tangible strength, he would fail to deeply impress Han Li standing beside him. At that moment, Xuanye Wang opened his mouth. A surge of black blood erupted from his body, instantly transforming into a black rune the size of a clenched fist. This rune, flashing briefly, then shot back into his forehead, clearly and vividly visible. Immediately, the rune emitted an eerie black glow, causing the gray-white corpse aura enveloping the old demon to ripple and surge. At the same time, the old demon emitted a deep, wild roar, reminiscent of a beast. Seeing this scene, the yellow-robed man, though unsure of the magic Xuanye Wang was about to unleash, knew he would not allow the latter to achieve such a seamless victory. He immediately shouted, "Engage! There is no more time to delay!" Then, with a sudden motion, he raised his foot and struck decisively at the massive gourd beneath him. The Hu Luo opening trembled slightly, and a massive flow of yellow sand surged forth immediately, soon coalescing into a colossal sand serpent several zhang long, which surged directly toward King Xuanye. At the same time, the other two also launched their attacks. From the white gale, sharp crackling sounds echoed, as hundreds of massive wind blades shot out—each about a foot in size, radiating brilliant white light and emitting piercing, resonant cries. Clearly a distinct and unique style of wind blade technique. Meanwhile, from within the magical cloud, a dozen flying daggers shot forth. These daggers were sleek and glossy black, initially only an inch in length, but within moments expanded into long, dark iridescent streaks, cutting silently through the wind blades toward the advancing threat. As the danger closed in, King Xuanye completed his spell in time. With a roar, his high crown detached and flew off, his long hair billowing wildly before lengthening by more than double and turning a deep purple-black. Moreover, the old mage suddenly interlaced his arms and raised his form several feet higher, dense green fur sprouting from his body to several inches above his shoulders, sharp purple-black nails emerging on his ten fingers. His face rapidly shriveled and indented, and a pair of prominent, inch-long canines protruded prominently, becoming particularly fearsome and grotesque. The Xuanye King had thus revealed his true form—the King of the Eternal Corpse. At this moment, Sha Jiao, Feng Ren, and Wu Hong advanced close to him. The Xuanye King's fierce expression flickered as he opened his mouth, expelling a golden orb the size of a clenched fist. The orb spun smoothly before transforming into a large golden hand, which immediately grasped Sha Jiao. Meanwhile, the Xuanye King himself waved his arms with ethereal movements, countless green claw-like streaks coalescing into a vast net that instantly enveloped him. The old mage intended to rely solely on his flesh claws to withstand the onslaught. Both Feng Ren and Wu Hong struck solidly upon the claw shadows, their white light and dark purple glow intertwining and flashing, instantly engulfing the Xuanye King within their combined radiance. A tremendous roar echoed, and at the spot where XuanYe the King stood, waves of green light surged. The wind blades and flying knives were struck with such force that they were sent flying backward like they had been hit by a powerful blow. This XuanYe King, who had cultivated the Way of Heavenly Corpse, revealed his original form—a pair of sharp claws that were harder than gold or iron, even surpassing the usual strength of his magical artifacts by a third. With just one strike, he shattered the combined attack of the wind blades and flying knives. At that moment, the golden hand formed from the golden orb, after rolling with the Sha Jiao, suddenly seized the Sha Jiao's neck, temporarily holding it in place. Han Li observed this calmly, his expression subtly shifting. He had not expected the man, whose body radiated an overwhelming corpse energy and who had sustained serious injuries, to still be so vigorous. Indeed, it was quite unexpected. However, upon seeing the Sha Jiao restrained by the golden hand, the yellow-robed man did not grow angry—he instead smiled with satisfaction, pointing at the struggling Sha Jiao. Sha Jiao's body shimmered with yellow light. His form halted momentarily, then dissolved into a scattered heap of sand, escaping the golden hand's grasp. Instantly, he re-coalesced into a solid mass, and in a sudden reversal, enveloped the golden hand within his own. Fuming internally, Han Li—already resolved not to waste another moment—finally launched his attack. A ripple in his robe sent dozens of golden flying swords shooting forth, spiraling before converging into a broad sweep of swordlight that struck the sand wave closest to him. At the same time, the ancient purple mirror he had already grasped in his left hand suddenly glowed bright. With a slight infusion of spiritual power, a column of shimmering purple light surged forward, striking the misty sand. An odd phenomenon unfolded: the specially designed purple flame meant to disperse the mist vanished instantly upon entering the sand, as if it had disappeared without a trace. Han Li frowned, his expression growing alert. The radiant light from the flying swords also struck the massive waves formed by the sand mist. A massive breach instantly appeared. "Watch out," Han Li cautioned, "the Falling-Soul Sand specifically contaminates flying swords—avoid touching the sand." At this moment, Wang Xuanye was continuously besieged by several magical artifacts. Yet as soon as he saw Han Li finally break through the array, he felt a surge of joy and immediately shouted a warning. "The Purely Contaminating Flying Sword?" Han Li paused, startled and still catching his breath. Suddenly, the freshly severed gap transformed in hue, and a gust of阴wind surged forth. Countless black sand grains floated like ghosts around the various flying swords, simultaneously releasing thick, viscous black vapors that spiraled toward each sword, wrapping around them. As soon as Han Li's flying swords came into contact with these black filaments, he immediately felt the swords, which were spiritually linked to him, grow sluggish and unresponsive. His consciousness, which normally controlled the swords, seemed to be gradually pushed aside, losing its grip over them. Han Li's expression grew cold. With a single finger pointed toward the swords, he softly uttered the character "explode." A series of thunderous booms followed, and countless slender golden arcs burst forth from the swords, exploding outward. Everywhere Golden Arc reached, the black silk was swept clean, even clearing out vast open spaces in the sand mist. Han Li narrowed his eyes, gazing into the depths of the mist, his expression growing increasingly troubled. He saw countless sand grains suspended in mid-air—though they appeared ordinary yellow sand, their sheer numbers made it impossible to penetrate them in any short time. As he hesitated, his expression suddenly darkened. Suddenly, the silver wings on his back unfolded and surged forward. In the thunderous roar, he vanished from his spot and materialized ten to twelve zhang away, appearing horizontally. A long, crimson spear, like a divine artifact, pierced straight through the very spot where he had stood—though the distance was considerable, Han Li still felt a searing heat, which stirred his ire. The spear then spun once and shot back toward him. Raising his head, he coldly gazed toward the magical cloud from which the spear had emerged, his blue glow in his pupils flickering. Though the magical cloud was exceptionally dense, it appeared as if transparent under the clear perception of Ming and Qing spiritual insight. The movements of an elderly man dressed in a green robe were observed with perfect clarity by the observer. This old man, now expressing astonishment, was gazing at Han Li with wide eyes, clearly startled by Han Li's Lightning Technique. Han Li said nothing; merely flicked his wings slightly behind him, and upon a thunderous crack, vanished from his original spot. The green-robed elder was momentarily stunned, yet his extensive combat experience quickly brought him back to composure. Suddenly remembering something, he struck his storage sack at his waist, and instantly a streak of green light shot forth, transforming into an ancient green shield that materialized before him. At that very instant, a flash of silver light appeared at the edge of the magical cloud, and Han Li reappeared. He clenched his fists, and golden light surged across his body, accompanied by a deep rumbling sound, as a golden electric garment materialized around him. Then, Han Li remained expressionless, and with a simple gesture, vanished once more. At this moment, the elder within the magical cloud felt a deep chill in his heart. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and expelled a small sword shimmering with jade-like light, which transformed into a green arc swirling around his body. Still not satisfied, he was about to release several more treasures when a thunderous crack suddenly erupted from the side.