Han Li saw this scene unfold, and immediately behind him, a thunderous roar surged, transforming into a silver arc that vanished. On the other side, at a low altitude where the attacked teleportation array had been struck, a flash of green light appeared, revealing a woman glowing green all over—none other than the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother. As five streams of sword energy and cold qi approached, she smiled coldly, raising one hand and delivering a single palm strike to each, effortlessly, as though they were nothing at all. The five sword streams shattered and dispersed at a distance of about ten paces, dissolving into the wind and becoming intangible. As for the cold qi coming from above, it seemed to encounter an invisible resistance, halting momentarily before reversing course and flowing back, leaving the four-winged centipede momentarily disoriented. At that very instant, under the shimmer of silver light, Han Li materialized within the smaller teleportation array, and without hesitation, raised his hand, casting a spell upon the edge of the array, then swiftly forming hand signs with the other hand, murmuring a few low incantations. At the same time, a figure materialized behind, the humanoid automaton emerging closely beside Han Li, drawing his red bow and launching a relentless barrage of flaming arrows at the silvery-robed woman. Meanwhile, the skeleton far off, which had been desperately attacking the child, suddenly flashed with streaks of blood in its eyes, vanishing without a trace into five ghostly heads, only to dissolve completely into mist moments later. Instantly, five strands of pale and gray energy rose from directly above Han Li's head, coalescing again into five ghostly heads—yet Han Li had forcibly drawn them back using his spell technique. The entire spell array now began to shimmer with a bright white light, clearly being activated. Standing within it, Han Li fixed his gaze intently on the silvery-robed woman, his face grave and serious. The sequence of events unfolded with the swift intensity of lightning. Han Li's actions clearly startled both the graceful woman and the silvery-robed woman, completely exceeding their expectations. The beautiful woman's face paled instantly, and without a word, her figure flickered, transforming into a streak of silver light rushing forward. At the same time, she cried out with a delicate voice, "Break through the spell array—don't let him escape!" Though she didn't name anyone specifically, everyone present knew she was clearly referring to the one standing within the array—Han Li. After all, no matter whether Han Li truly had any issues, if he simply walked away, even with the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother's aid, the young master of Xiao Ji Palace would be utterly unable to handle two great beasts at once. Upon hearing this, the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother, floating just above the array, let out a light laugh, opened her mouth, and prepared to cast a spell. But just then, Han Li suddenly raised his hand, and a greenish wooden ruler appeared in his grasp, its surface subtly blooming into a silver lotus. A wave of seven-colored Buddhist light then surged upward, directly toward the array. "A Buddhist holy relic!" The Yellow Springs Spirit Mother, who had hitherto appeared carelessly, suddenly let out a sharp cry, like a wild cat having its tail stepped on, and instantly transformed into a shimmering green thread, vanishing from her spot in a flash. At that moment, the entire magical array burst forth with brilliant white light. Though the graceful woman's flight was swift, it now seemed clearly too late. Han Li's face brightened slightly with relief, only to suddenly grow pale. For under his watchful gaze, the silver-robed woman enveloped by the flaming arrows tore through the space and vanished completely from her place. Han Li's expression grew grave, yet having anticipated this, he suddenly spun in place, and countless golden sword-like energies erupted from his body, making him instantly appear as a golden hedgehog. Should the ten-tiered Ice Phoenix dare to appear near the array, she would surely be engulfed—she would only be able to struggle against these golden sword energies, utterly unable to impede Han Li's advance. But far beyond Han Li's expectations, the silvery-robed woman did not appear within the sphere of sword energy, but instead materialized in the sky of another, much larger array some twenty paces away. A cold smile played at the corner of her lips as her entire body burst forth with a brilliant white light, and with one hand she reached out, palm open, toward Han Li. A sudden ripple of space unfolded above Han Li's head, and a large, semi-transparent glow emerged, drifting downward slowly. Han Li's expression darkened, and he summoned his spiritual awareness. A series of golden sword energies shifted direction, all now aimed upward, cutting through the air with a sharp, resonant sound, transforming a small area directly above him into a dazzling expanse of golden light, punctuated by a dense chorus of rushing impacts. Yet, an odd phenomenon unfolded! All those countless golden sword energies struck the transparent orb, yet they passed through it as though it were a mere illusion—fleeting, unimpeded, and utterly ineffective. Han Li was deeply startled, and as he prepared to activate his eight-spirit staff once more, hoping to halt the descent of this strange object. A distant woman in silver robes turned pale, her five fingers extended into the void, then closed slowly and gently pulled them back, as though drawing a heavy thousand-pound object. The glow flashed once in the air and vanished; the next instant, it reappeared just above Han Li's head, enveloping the entire transmission array within it. Han Li reacted swiftly, murmuring to himself that things were not going well. Before he could respond, a series of humming sounds erupted, and the surrounding white light flashed wildly. Suddenly, Han Li disappeared from the small transmission array, along with the ghost-headed forms of the five sons of the Wu Zi Mo and the humanoid automaton. The array now stood empty and silent, the transmission light fading to stillness. This strange development chilled the small imperial master of Xiao Ji Palace, who had been swiftly approaching—his flight suddenly halted mid-course. He turned in surprise, gazing at the woman in silver robes, eager to see what had transpired. At this moment, the woman formed from the ice phoenix still gradually pulled back her jade hand inch by inch, her cheeks unusually rosy, and her white glow flickering and dimming unevenly—clearly struggling immensely. Witnessing this, the beautiful woman was struck with inspiration and decided without hesitation. She raised her hand, and dozens of silver sparks flashed and vanished instantly, transforming into sharp silver spikes that surged directly toward the silver-robed woman. The silver-robed woman was furious, yet the secret technique she had just employed was truly extraordinary—despite her innate talent for spatial magic, it was only suitable for someone who had reached the Advanced Immortal stage. Earlier, she had only used it勉强ly, simply reacting to the sight of Han Li preparing to teleport away. Now, facing the attack from the beautiful woman, she could not simultaneously defend and counterattack. With no choice, she clenched her fingers and suddenly snapped them downward. A tremendous roar echoed—“Boom!” Within the great transmission array below, flashes of white light shimmered, and the fading glow carried with it the forms of Han Li, the puppet, and the five magical children, who emerged from the light before it dispersed. Han Li staggered slightly, as though still adjusting to the strange spatial disorientation of the sudden transition. Yet by then, the silver-robed woman had already unfurled a luminous silk robe, intercepting the several rows of silver nails that had been rushing toward her. With no thought at all, she merely shook her sleeves downward. Instantly, a dense, shimmering cascade of translucent swords surged forth, seemingly endless, enveloping Han Li completely in a brilliant, piercing light. Han Li steadied himself, raised his head, and opened his mouth—there, a small, ancient bronze cauldron emerged from within him. The cauldron spun gently, and then countless fine strands of silvery silk burst forth from its surface, interweaving and glowing, forming a vast, radiant net that encased him within. The ghost-headed forms of the Five Demons roared incessantly, spewing out gray-white magical vapors, breaking through the swordlight to surge toward the sky. At the same time, the humanoid puppet wavered and vanished without a trace. Meanwhile, the young child who had lost his opponent far away raised the Ten-Beast Banner once more into the air. The banner expanded in size again and began rolling and swaying continuously within the aura of spirits, gradually manifesting black phantom beasts that surged forth from its surface, each one preparing to take on true form. Yet Han Li did not pause to attend to this development. Unfolding his wind-and-thunder wings behind him, he prepared to immediately activate the Lightning Route Technique and retreat back to the small teleportation array. Even though he had missed the optimal moment for teleportation, he insisted on maintaining control of this spell array, ensuring it would not be easily destroyed by others. Yet, as the saying goes, "Things are never as predictable as they seem"—and just as Han Li thought he would have to continue engaging with the two demons and the beautiful woman, along with the other cultivators from Xiaoji Palace, an unexpected turn of events occurred! The Huatian Ding, which had originally spouted countless threads of azure spiritual energy, suddenly trembled violently when Han Li did not intervene, emitting a brilliant azure glow. Immediately, Han Li lost his connection with the divine artifact's spirit. The azure threads, originally serving to block the swordlight from above, suddenly dropped downward and swiftly vanished, dissolving into the vast transmission array where Han Li and his five sons, Mo Ge, were located. The silver-robed woman hovering above the teleportation array was also utterly stunned. Though she did not know exactly where the array would carry Han Li, she naturally did not want to watch him vanish without a trace. Without hesitation, she summoned a spell. Instantly, a vast array of shimmering swordlight surged forth, cutting down in a dense, relentless barrage. Yet the jade-green light curtain enveloping the main array seemed to be composed of some unknown substance—no matter how ten silver arcs struck it, or how hundreds of crystalline swordbeams slashed upon it, the curtain remained undisturbed, as if impenetrable. Both the graceful woman and the silver-robed figure stood speechless. In fact, it wasn't just them—Han Li himself, who had been frantically attempting to pierce the jade-green curtain with several golden flying swords, had also gone completely blank, stunned. According to the memories retrieved by Han Li's spiritual communion with Han Li's spiritual essence, the current teleportation array, which had first appeared at the Three Immortal Palaces and then been idly stationed at Xiao Ji Palace, had remained unused since then. Though they didn't know where this array would lead nor how to activate it, since it was unidirectional, Han Li naturally wouldn't risk being exposed to such uncertainty. Should he be transported once again to a remote and desolate place like the Ghost Mists, he would surely be in serious trouble. Thus, upon seeing himself trapped within the array, he immediately made every effort to break through the luminous barrier. After his flying sword proved ineffective, Han Li gritted his teeth and summoned a cluster of three-colored light that materialized into a fan in his hands. He decided to use the Three-Flame Fan to attack the luminous barrier. (Second update!