Precisely as the woman in black finally revealed her true form as the silver wolf demon, Han Li and the young man with a Xu surname, along with Gui Ling and the other three, were all intently focused on this figure, their expressions clearly displeased. The silver-winged night monkey and the lion-fowl creature watched from a distance, seemingly unwilling to intervene. Your elusiveness is truly marvelous. Had it not been for the five-colored spiritual light of the Lingxi peacock just brushing that spot, I might still have been entirely unaware. Lin Yinping raised her brows, her expression not quite pleased. "My lady misunderstands. That was—" The fourth-spread True Man tried to explain with a warm smile, but at that very moment, Han Li spoke coldly, "Before entering the镇魔Tower, it was you who secretly attacked me with your treasures, wasn't it? You fled swiftly, yet I clearly saw details in your retreating figure. Moreover, though that blood-blade was sealed, its fierce, deadly aura still subtly radiated from you. Along this journey, I suspect it has consumed many Yuan-Infant cultivators. The several cultivators who entered with you—I have not encountered a single one since I began my journey. Their fates, ah-ha…" Xu, the young man, and Lin Yinping both felt a sudden chill. The Four-Scattered True Man's smile froze, then immediately shook his head vigorously, as if a drum were being struck, and firmly denied: "Do not jest, Friend Han! What bloody aura? I am merely a wandering cultivator—how could I possibly annihilate a peer-level treasure with such a miraculous feat? Without evidence, you cannot unjustly accuse me!" "Evidence? Absurd! Without that man's words, you'd be dead already!" Han's face darkened momentarily, and with a sharp cry, a golden sword barely an inch long burst from his mouth, transforming into a beam of light and cutting straight toward the Four-Scattered True Man. With a swift gesture of his hands, the Qingzhu Fengyun sword instantly surged with golden light. The blue sword cried out in sorrow, then was severed into two pieces in a flash of golden radiance, falling from the sky as mere scrap metal. The Si San True Immortal was startled, and with a helpless wave of his hand, summoned another green copper shield—only for it too to be cut into several fragments, utterly unable to withstand Han Li's swordlight. This sight caused a sudden flicker in the eye of the Xu-family youth. After all, such rare material as Geng Jing was not commonly found in every flying sword. Han Li's sharp swordplay had now instilled deep concern in the great immortal. The golden sword then descended smoothly toward the Si San True Immortal's head. The immortal's face flashed through several expressions, and suddenly, a flash of white light beneath his feet caused him to transform into a white silhouette, shooting off to the side. Yet, as a flash of black and white light passed before him, Gui Ling remained motionless, blocking the way. Startled, the Si San True Immortal twisted his body, and once again changed direction, vanishing into the distance. The young Xu, with calm and steady steps, unexpectedly blocked the path of the oncoming figures, forcing the scattered immortals to retreat and pause their progress. In that brief moment of delay, the golden light had already reached his head, where it emitted a resonant hum and instantly transformed into a cascade of sword-shapes, descending directly upon him. Seeing that escape was now impossible, the scattered immortals finally showed a hint of fierce determination. With a sudden shake of his sleeve, a streak of blood surged forth and struck with force—“crack!”—the golden sword-shapes instantly dispersed and reformed, the golden sword, now a few feet long, flying backward several paces. Yet, as the blood streak flickered and trembled, it split into a dozen sharp blood streaks, swiftly pursuing the retreating sword. A continuous series of slashing impacts followed, and within moments, the blood streaks completely engulfed the golden sword, flooding the space with an intense, thick aroma of blood. The air grew heavy with this potent blood essence, prompting even the humans and immortals present to furrow their brows—none of them were ordinary cultivators, and they all sensed the gravity of this surge. Yet, The young Xu glanced at Han Li, his eyes flashing a touch of astonishment. The scattered immortals also seemed to notice something was amiss, their expressions growing serious as they raised their hands toward the empty space. Instantly, the blood-like light streams shot back, spiraling before coalescing once more into a blade about half a foot long, vividly red as blood, wrapped in a delicate haze of blood mist. "It's really you! You've crafted this blood blade after the Dragon-Lord's blade, haven't you?" Han Li gazed at the short blade, speaking slowly. The moment the term "Dragon-Lord's blade" was uttered, everyone was struck silent—even the silver-winged night warrior, a creature of the realm, blinked in surprise and fixed his gaze on the blood blade floating above. The scattered immortal did not respond to Han Li's words, but instead stared intently at the golden flying sword at Han Li's side, his face filled with astonishment. For despite the numerous strikes of this powerful blood blade, the golden sword remained unscathed, its luster shining brightly throughout, showing not a single mark of wear. This was beyond what the scattered immortal, who deeply understood the current strength of the blood My flying sword is rather special—no matter how powerful your blood-blade is, if you wish to destroy it, you'll be dreaming of it. Han Li smiled slightly, raised his hand, and with a gesture, the sword shook and shot back into the air. "So, you no longer intend to kill me?" observed the True Person who had been scattered. "Kill me? Why should I? The people you've slain are strangers to me—there's no personal grudge I'd wish to settle on their behalf. If you truly aren't the person I thought you were, then yes, I'll kill you, but it would be of little use to keep you around. Now, however, with such a powerful artifact at your disposal, we might very well join forces with you." Han Li gave a cold, composed smile, speaking with such clarity. "Then, Master Xu, what would you say?" the young man with the Xu surname stirred, sensing the direction of Han Li's thoughts. "To leave this place, one can only rely on sheer strength. Though the Black Wind Banner is a celestial treasure of the first rank, the Yuansha Saint Ancestor must divide his attention to defend against the attacks. I suspect he won't be able "If we press hard enough on a single point within this space, we should have a chance to shatter it," Han Li said in a low voice. Having once broken through space in the Ling Miao Garden, he felt somewhat confident. Though then he had succeeded by locating an unstable point within the space, the same principle should apply now. There were other Yuan Ying cultivators trapped here as well, just as he was. With proper coordination, their combined power could surely achieve the same result. "Your point, Young Xu, is well taken," the young man said, turning to ask the Silver-Winged Night Monkey. "This blood-blade appears quite powerful. As long as we can break free from here, we can certainly give it a try!" The Silver-Winged Night Monkey studied the four scattered cultivators for a moment, then nodded decisively. Seeing this, Han Li gave a slight nod and then said calmly to the nearby cultivator: "We've already explained our situation. We have no intention of treating you any differently." By working together to break through this space, we'll be helping not only ourselves, but also yourselves. Wouldn't you rather not have your true essence absorbed by that demonic creature as well? The Si San True Man's expression remained steady, yet his gaze flickered constantly, clearly weighing the proposal from Han Li. "After we leave here, will you all hold any grudges against us?" Si San finally spoke. "Do you think we're just idle, well-fed members of the righteous sect, content to leave you alone as long as we don't attack you? Who would have the interest to bother you?" The Xu-family youth sneered, speaking with clear disdain. "That's true. If the people from Taimei Sect were involved, I might indeed have to reconsider. But now that all of you have expressed such willingness, I have no choice but to accept." Si San suddenly smiled, and readily agreed. The swift acceptance from the others came as a surprise to Han Li, yet it made perfect sense. Immediately, the group gathered together to discuss how they would coordinate their efforts. Clearly, the greater the attacking power, the better to break through this spatial barrier—though it doesn't mean that all attacks should be launched simultaneously. After all, each of the several attackers employs different techniques, artifacts, and attributes; if they are all combined at once, they might counteract each other, ultimately weakening the overall attack. "Friend Han, I recall that there's another companion of yours who remains hidden. Why not have him join us as well? His flying dagger clearly possesses considerable power," the young Xu remarked suddenly, speaking calmly to Han without any outward sign of urgency. The others—especially the Silver-Winged Night Monkey and his companions—also turned their attention toward Han. Though Han silently cursed the young Xu beneath his breath, he maintained a composed expression. After a brief pause, he replied, "Rest assured, that companion will certainly lend his support. I'll have him join us—no need to summon him. Due to the nature of his cultivation technique, he finds it inconvenient to appear before all of you." Upon hearing Han Li's words, the Xu-named youth frowned with displeasure, though having just witnessed Han Li's astonishing feats in slaying the two-headed ancient demon, he dared not press the matter further. He could only coldly snort and settle for it. Since agreeing to join forces, the Si-Can True Man had maintained a cheerful expression throughout. Now, seeing Han Li appear to be in significant disagreement with the Xu-named youth and his companions, a subtle note of coldness flickered in his pupils. At that moment, his face suddenly tightened before returning to its usual composure, and he slowly lowered his head, making his face indistinct—appearing as though deep in thought. In reality, his lips moved continuously, as if quietly transmitting messages to one of the present attendees. After a while, he raised his head again, his face now beaming with a warm, cheerful smile. Yet no one noticed that the hand resting behind his back had begun to sprout dense, fine white hairs—each hair as stiff and sharp as a needle—growing steadily over the course of the time.