The white hairs on the True Immortal's arms shimmered for just a moment before instantly retreating into his skin, vanishing without a trace. Han Li's expression remained calm and composed, his voice steady and quiet—yet no one noticed that a single strand of his divine awareness had quietly seeped into a bag of a spiritual beast, gently soothing the suddenly agitated Ti Hun Beast, while his mind swiftly spun with unusual thoughts. Within the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Han Li and his companions had finalized their strategy and immediately began moving, each selecting a spot and withdrawing their respective array flags and panels to set up auxiliary spells that would enhance their offensive power. Han Li and the Xu youth, however, jointly established a powerful offensive array known as the "Fengyan Longlie Array." Though not on par with some sects' ultimate sealing arrays, this was the most formidable offensive array they could temporarily construct together. Once fully set up and activated, it was expected to withstand a full-force attack from a Yuan婴后期 cultivator using their ordinary artifacts. Nature proved to be of great utility. Half an hour later, the various arrays were all fully established. Gui Ling and the silver-winged night hawk, along with others, entered the supporting arrays. As for the "Wind-Blaze Dragon-Flame Array," it was naturally jointly presided over by Han Li and the young man of the Xu surname. It's truly amusing—Han Li and the Tianlan Holy Temple had once been at odds, fiercely competitive, yet now found themselves compelled to cooperate. The young man of the Xu surname glanced at the hazy, distant barrier ahead, then raised his hand, launching a sphere of milky-white light that struck the barrier. The sphere did not burst but instead paused, hovering steadily on the surface, pulsing gently and clearly marking a distinct target. "When the others take their turns, attack this point," he said without hesitation. No one offered any objections—everyone simply accepted the arrangement. The young man then turned to Han Li, who was within the array, and gave a gentle nod. Han Li smiled slightly, said nothing, and then pressed his fingers in a series of gestures. With his ten fingers extending outward, he launched one after another spell gestures toward the surroundings. In moments, the dozens of spell flags around shimmered with various hues of spiritual light, resonating with a growing hum. Xu, the young green-robed disciple, took a deep breath, and with one hand radiated a fiery red glow, suddenly pressing it into the ground. Instantly, waves of red light radiated out from him, reaching the array plates buried deep beneath the earth. The ground trembled, and then several soft "pops" echoed through the air. Within moments, a dozen crimson pillars of fire erupted skyward from the spell array, each as thick as a large bowl, radiating intense heat—so hot that it seemed to ignite the surrounding air. Everyone felt a sensation of dryness in their throats and mouths. At that moment, Han flipped his palm, and a pale blue array plate appeared in the center of his palm. With a simple tap on the array disk, the disk shimmered with green light, and instantly, points of luminous energy sprang up within the spell circle in response. After several thunderous booms, a dozen slender, misty wind-jacals coalesced and took form within the array. Then, under the incantations of Han Li, each wind-jacal swiftly identified a flame pillar and surged upward. Successive thunderous roars erupted from the barrier ahead, one after another, as massive orbs of spiritual energy burst open. The force was so immense it seemed to shake the very space around them. Han Li merely swept his sleeve, launching dozens of golden flying swords skyward, which instantly transformed into hundreds of shimmering sword beams. The brilliant golden glow nearly obscured the entire sky. Witnessing this display, coupled with the earlier sharpness of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, the Xu-family youth and other cultivators all grew pale, their admiration and respect for Han Li deepening significantly. Yet Han Li paid no heed to their reactions. Under the impetus of his spell, the sword beams swiftly coalesced into a colossal sword over twelve zhang in length. With a single spell cast upon it, a golden electric arc shimmered across the sword's surface, and a deep rumble of thunder began to rise. Nevertheless, though the great sword had taken form, Han Li did not immediately activate it. Instead, he softly exhaled, then suddenly hurled his hand-held spell disk into the air. Following this, he pressed several hand seals onto the disk, tapping it repeatedly. At once, the legal disk trembled violently in the air, then burst with a deep, resonant crack. A vast expanse of emerald light poured down, enveloping the array and instantly merging into it before vanishing. The surrounding array flags, having absorbed the light, emitted astonishing radiance. The十余 wind-fire dragons dancing above the array flipped and rolled, each spewing out a roar of dragon-like cries, their bodies swelling several times in size, then lunging forward with fierce energy. In a straight line, these several wind-fire dragons surged forward, one after another, striking the barrier with tremendous force. This time, the previously gray and dull barrier began to tremble violently and gradually twisted and deformed. When the final wind-fire dragon exploded upon impact, transforming into a massive orb of wind and fire, a flash of blood light appeared, instantly solidifying into a great blood-blade that cleaved through the same spot. A crisp, porcelain-shattering sound echoed—“thud.” Finally, a crack several zhang long appeared on the barrier, only a few chi deep, yet not fully penetrating. Yet as soon as the black light flashed across the crack, it seemed poised to close again. But Xu, the young man, and the silver-winged night warrior and others would not let such a favorable opportunity go to waste. They launched a continuous barrage of treasures, like a storm of wind and rain, relentlessly striking around the crack, only managing to temporarily slow the closing process. Could it be that the Hei Feng Banner is a magical artifact of the Daoist school? If so, then this situation, though surprising, would indeed be plausible. As Han Li was quietly pondering this, the golden light gradually faded, and a faint white barrier emerged, appearing as though it had thinned down to merely a thin layer. Everyone present was greatly relieved upon seeing this. However, before anyone else could immediately summon their法宝 to launch an attack, a black flying dagger, just one cun in length, appeared silently before the crack, then vanished as swiftly as it had come—only to disappear again. Yet, as soon as this final barrier was struck, a soft "thud" sounded, and immediately, a black glow appeared on its surface, followed by the barrier shattering piece by piece, revealing a large opening several zhang in diameter. Beyond it lay the familiar scenery all of them had come to know well. Upon seeing this, everyone was overjoyed. But then, a flash of silver light—someone's figure suddenly floated before the barrier, and with a swift movement, stepped through the newly formed opening first. It was precisely Han Li's humanoid automaton. The others who had previously hesitated now grew panic-stricken, unable to think clearly, and all rushed forth simultaneously through the single exit, employing various transmutation techniques. At the same time, silver wings emerged behind Han Li, yet he did not instantly teleport—instead, his eyes flashed with a sudden change, and his lips moved slightly. Guiling had already transformed into a stream of black and white energy, approaching the barrier, but suddenly his face showed a look of surprise, and his movements paused. During this brief delay, the young Xu and the other beings had already surged through the barrier ahead of everyone else. At that very moment, a brilliant, piercing streak of blood light flashed suddenly outside the barrier. Countless black threads sliced through the air with a sharp "shhh" sound, passing swiftly through the openings. The young Xu's thunderous cry and Lin Yinping's sharp, agitated exclamation rang out almost simultaneously, and explosions erupted outside, with thick waves of blood vapor rising. Among them, the voices of the true immortals outside sounded proud and delighted. "Move!" Han Li issued a low, decisive cry, then powerfully扇ed his Wind-Thunder Wings, instantly transforming into a silver arc and vanishing through the opening. Gui Ling, though deeply surprised, immediately followed without hesitation. As Han Li's form emerged beyond the barrier, countless streams of blood surged toward him, yet he seemed fully prepared—his silver arc flickered several times, clearing the blood streams and materializing several hundred paces away at a new location. He paused, turning to gaze at the opening through which he had emerged. To his surprise, his eyes widened slightly. Before the rapidly shrinking hole, a vast expanse of blood—spanning several mu—had now formed. The blood mist was thick and liquid, swirling with intense, pulsing blood vapor. Within this sea of blood, three figures floated gently, suspended without sinking: the silver-winged night warrior, the lion-beast, and a tall, white-furred creature of immense stature. This monster wore the garments of scattered immortals, yet exuded a pervasive corpse-like aura. Suddenly turning its head, its eyes flashed with green flames, its mouth revealed jagged teeth—revealing a remarkably shriveled white-furred bear face. At this moment, the monster was using the blood-blade to manifest a radiant glow of blood, pressing down firmly on a figure within the blood sea, preventing it from escaping. The figure's body had shrunk to only half its original size, with one arm and one leg completely gone, yet it still desperately activated a jade-colored orb and a silver hook-shaped artifact to resist the pressing blood light above and the encroaching blood aura around it, his face filled with bitter resentment. He was none other than the great immortal master of that Dayan Grassland—the young Xu. Nearby, the spiritually adept phoenix peacock, though possessing considerable powers, was likewise trapped by the purple mist formed by the lion-beast creature, barely managing to hold on. Lin Yinping's situation was no better—she was scrambling desperately, being attacked by countless more deadly silver threads released by the silver-winged night fork. If it weren't for her skill in projecting silver silk from her silk handkerchief, which effectively blocked the gray threads' relentless assault, she would have been captured already. Even so, her defeat was inevitable. "It is it!" Suddenly, Gui Ling, who had just instantaneously materialized thanks to Han Li's reminder, stared wide-eyed at the white-haired monster and gasped in astonishment. (First chapter!)