In terms of speed, it was clearly evident that Han Li's golden glow surpassed the gray silk by a mere fraction, with several soft puffs of sound. At the same time, the Shā Hún silk reached Han Li's presence and was about to wrap itself around him. Yet, Han Li merely uttered a low cry, and instantly a seven-colored radiance shimmered to form over his body. As soon as the gray silk struck this aura, it was immediately repelled and blocked outside. "Seven-Colored Spiritual Light"—the distant black-robed beauty gazed on, momentarily stunned. Han Li then remained expressionless, pointing silently toward the Three Corpses. Three thunderclaps followed, and simultaneously, golden arcs shot forth from each of the three small swords, instantly forming a network of electric grids that encased the Three Corpses. Electric arcs burst forth in all directions. The Three Corpses made no sound, their bodies dissolving into golden light as the arcs exploded, only for three dark, hazy masses to emerge within the radiance. These masses were continuously torn apart by the golden arcs yet kept re-forming and merging, seemingly indestructible under the divine thunder. Han Li frowned slightly upon observing this. "These are indeed the true bodies of the corpse-spirits. They have fused their essence with the corpse malice energy, and for now, they may be impossible to destroy. We can only resort to sealing spells to temporarily imprison them." Upon seeing Han Li succeed, the black-robed woman immediately beamed with joy, retracting her light shield and flying toward him. Observing this, she offered her suggestion. "No need to go through multiple steps. These ghostly creatures still possess unknown, mysterious powers. Ordinary sealing spells may not be sufficient—let's settle this once and for all." "Once and for all?" The woman looked puzzled, still unsure of the meaning. Suddenly, Han Li struck his waist pouch with a clap, and a dark glow shot out, spiraling before landing on the ground to reveal a sleek, glossy black monkey. It was the Ti Huo Spirit! After being startled by the corpse energy, the spirit had remained excited ever since. As soon as it materialized, it immediately snorted and charged forward without waiting for Han Li's command. At once, a radiant glow erupted from its nostrils, sweeping up all the black mist within the golden arc and effortlessly drawing it into the beast's wide mouth. After several hearty gulps, the Ti-Hun Beast struck its belly with both hands, then leapt and bounced joyfully, clearly thrilled. The beautiful woman beside it stared in astonishment. While it was not uncommon for spiritually gifted beasts to devour ghosts, few such creatures existed. Yet, none had ever been reported to easily swallow ghostly beings infused with corpse-spirit energy—like the little monkey before her. Among the few legendary beasts said to possess such a gift, the Bi-Jing Spirit Ape came to mind, but the current monkey bore little resemblance to that tale. As the woman gazed in wonder, Han Li observed the Ti-Hun Beast and found it completely unharmed. With that, he felt reassured. Instead of immediately retrieving it, he paused and then waved a hand toward the creature. At once, the啼魂, now agile and graceful, flipped backward and settled quietly on Han Li's shoulder. "Let's go," Han Li said, glancing at the black-robed beauty, his tone calm. "I wonder if Fu brother and his party have finally caught the shadow horse." "It should be close," the woman replied, her curiosity firmly suppressed, a smile playing on her lips. "The尸wolf has been wounded by Han brother and can't run far. Moreover, we have Yuan and Bai as allies to assist us." Han Li smiled, just about to speak of immediate departure, when suddenly his body stiffened, and both he and the woman turned pale at the same time. They exchanged a look of surprise. Then Han Li shook his sleeve, while the woman touched her storage pouch, flipping her hand to reveal two array discs—one from each of them—and held them up to examine the markings. "Yuan's seal is gone," Han Li said, taking a deep breath and looking up seriously. "What about yours, Chang sister?" "The mark I placed on Yuan's body has also vanished," she replied. "Could it be that Yuan has encountered trouble? They only parted from us a short while ago The black-clad woman looked utterly astonished. "I'm not sure. It's likely that the wealthy brother and his companions encountered a powerful opponent, or perhaps Yuan Dao was unexpectedly caught by some kind of seal that severed our magical traces. Some seals are capable of blocking our aura signatures entirely," Han Li replied calmly. "That's exactly what I thought. Let's go check right away. From the traces, it seems the wealthy brother and his companions haven't moved far from here." The black-clad woman spoke with growing anxiety. Han Li nodded without hesitation. Then, the two of them transformed into two streaks of light and sped forward through the corridor. After turning through seven or eight bends in the passageways and flying for over ten miles, they were suddenly greeted by a vast open space ahead, dotted with piles of abandoned rock formations. With caution, they slowed their flight speed. However, just after flying a few hundred paces, the piles of rock vanished altogether, and in their place, a small plaza appeared. At the center of the square stood a towering green bamboo, its upper end piercing straight through the roof of the cave, vanishing entirely, while its lower end was arranged with a vast array of linked formations that spread almost throughout the entire square. Scattered around the perimeter were about a dozen tall stone pillars, each bound with iron chains to a dark, dried corpse—identical to the three韩立had previously seen, all of which had been cut open and their bellies exposed. The black-robed beauty scanned the surroundings with a pale face, then suddenly gasped. "Fu师兄!" She stared upward, her face filled with fear. Han Li followed her gaze and realized that hovering half-way up on either side of the square were two gray, cocoon-like formations, encased in layers of gray silk—clearly the same deadly soul silk he had seen before. Yet the density of these cocoons far surpassed what the previously encountered dried corpses had shown. Within one cocoon, a continuous rumbling explosion echoed; in the other, though silent, delicate streaks of crystalline light occasionally shimmered through. It appeared that Fu and Bai Yao Yi were merely trapped inside, still alive. Yet within moments, three cultivators at the mid-Stage of Yuan Ying had perished, two of them trapped. Though Han Li maintained composure on the surface, his inner astonishment was beyond words. Even though she cared deeply for Fu's condition, the black-robed beauty knew that now was not the time to attempt rescue. After glancing at the gray cocoons, she turned her gaze away. Yet, with a casual shake of her sleeve, one hand once again secured the Buddhist dharma wheel in her grasp. The green-furred monster paid no attention to either of them, merely chewing steadily without pause. "Crunch!" came two sharp sounds, and suddenly, an entire arm was torn from the Yuan-named man and swallowed effortlessly. Within moments, the creature had chewed through the rest of his body. Gazing at the lifeless, blood-streaked form of the Yuan-named man, Han Li's pupils constricted, and a faint blue glow shimmered in his eyes. At that very moment, the Ti-Hun beast resting on his shoulder suddenly gave a sharp, piercing cry, its back fur instantly standing on end, fixing its gaze firmly on the green-furred monster, which now assumed a clear attacking stance. Yet, through the inner resonance of the Ming-Hun pearl within him, Han Li sensed that while the beast was clearly agitated, there was also a profound sense of fear—almost as if it had encountered its true adversary. Han Li grew increasingly cautious... Yet at that moment, as soon as the green-furred monster heard the piercing cry of the Tihun beast, his hands suddenly froze. Then, with a swift throw, the remains shot out with a whoosh, flying straight twenty paces before crashing to the ground. Han Li and the beautiful woman exchanged a further look of concern. How strong this green-furred creature was! The monster stood up calmly and raised his head toward them. Only then did Han Li clearly see the creature's appearance. At first glance, it seemed to have a monkey-like face—sharp nose, broad cheeks—but upon closer inspection, it was quite different. Its teeth, unlike those of a typical monkey, did not protrude several inches and remained sharp and pointed. Moreover, the creature's mouth was streaked with blood, while its eyes gleamed silver and bright, as if lacking pupils—its appearance was truly strange. What particularly caught Han Li's attention was that, as the creature stood up, two distinct, high, rounded bulges appeared on its back, resembling two flesh-filled packages. This green-furred monster merely passed its gaze over the two figures, and immediately fixed its eyes on the Ti-Hun beast resting on Han Li's shoulder, his face expressing a strange mixture of astonishment and bewilderment. As the green-furred creature stared, the Ti-Hun beast, whose fur had previously only stood up at its back, now had its entire body's fur standing on end. Then, leaping forward with a sudden motion, it landed several zhang ahead of Han Li, pressing firmly against its chest with both hands. As a result, a powerful black glow surged outward, and its form rapidly expanded. In an instant, a fierce, towering giant ape of over ten zhang in height appeared within the cavern, its blood-red demonic patterns on its back vivid and lifelike, as though truly animated. As the Ti-Hun beast transformed, the green-furred monster seemed to sense something, retreating several steps and shaking its shoulders. "Crack! Crack!" Two large, meaty wings, each stretching a zhang in length, sprang forth from the two fleshly masses, shimmering with brilliant silver light, dazzling and radiant. "A Silver-Winged Night-Sentinel!" The black-robed beauty nearly gasped out the name of the green-furred monster, her eyes filled with panic. Han Li's face had also grown pale. The Silver-Winged Night Guardian—this was one of the most renowned corpse-entities known in the human realm, second only to the Golden-Body Moon Corpse. In essence, it was a terrifying being whose powers rivaled those of a late-stage Yuan-Ying stage cultivator. Indeed, it was said that when a Yuan-Ying stage cultivator faced it in combat, the human side often found themselves on the losing end. As a corpse evolved from a flying spirit, this entity could simply flutter its silver wings to soar up to the heavens or descend to the underworld. It naturally possessed the great techniques of wind and earth for travel. Not only was it impervious to blades and arrows, possessing immense strength, but it also mastered illusion arts. Its pair of pupilless silver eyes could easily disorient and even render unconscious cultivators with weaker minds, making them obedient without realizing it. The details about the Silver-Winged Night Guardian swiftly flashed through Han Li's mind, each new memory causing him to tighten his lips slightly. "I never expected that, after three arrivals, two more would have I can't recall how many years it had been since I last tasted fresh meat and blood. This time, it seems I can finally eat until I'm full. As soon as the silver-winged night-fury unfolded its wings, it no longer feared the aura of the啼魂兽, but instead opened its mouth wide and spoke in clear, human-like words.