The yellow glow from Yuanying of Huangliang Lingjun intensified. A flash of green light transformed the small sword into a strange spiritual creature—eagle-headed, horse-bodied, with a pair of silvery feathered wings—that lunged forward with a powerful mouthful, charging straight at the giant. Then, he rolled through the air, continuously circling, and with a solemn point of his finger, cast a large white seal. After the impact, the seal trembled, then stopped descending, instead spinning rapidly, transforming into a blurry, ethereal white form. Instantly, countless streaks of shimmering light of various colors appeared in the surrounding sky, converging swiftly toward the seal, causing it to expand at an astonishing pace. Within just a few breaths, the seal had grown several times its original size, now shading half the sky, creating an impressive spectacle. Tianqi of the Huan family withdrew his evasive light, halting his form at thirty or forty zhang from the giant. He raised both hands, and two gray electric orbs materialized simultaneously. As he brought them together, a deep, resonant thunder rolled forth. A massive gray blade, several zhang long, emerged! Though it appeared to be the same divine ability, this blade clearly surpassed the earlier longsword in power. Huan Tian Qi, half-妖ized in his gaze, coldly fixed his eyes on the giant and suddenly raised his hand, gesturing toward the colossal moth that had been hovering motionless in the air. Instantly, the moth spread its wings, transforming into a streak of vibrant light that shot downward and ultimately vanished entirely into the giant blade. Then, the blade emitted a cold, ethereal glow. Huan Tian Qi held the blade in both hands, aiming it at the giant's waist, and slowly executed a sweeping cut. A series of elegant, fleeting lines of radiant light flashed swiftly and then disappeared. Though the giant possessed limited intelligence, it sensed the growing threat under the deliberate assaults of the two spiritual lords. It roared loudly into the sky, its single eye flashing with a sudden white radiance, and a round, crystalline sphere burst forth, expanding into a bright white glow that precisely intercepted the charging creature with the eagle's head and horse's body. Then, a flash of blood light appeared, and a crystalline beam, as tangible as solid matter, surged forth from the giant's eye, precisely intersecting and colliding with the A strange scene unfolded! After the two slender threads crossed each other straight, their glowing radiance intertwined and flashed, yet the entire process remained utterly silent, causing a tense standoff. Facing the large white seal above, the giant spun swiftly on his axis. As his stone staff expanded into a mountain-sized phantom form, it surged forward with a gust of fierce wind, directly charging toward the Spring Beam Spirit King. Then, he clenched his fists, and a thick, worm-like vein surged from beneath his skin, striking the great seal above with a powerful blow. Remarkably, relying solely on his divine strength, he launched a direct assault to shatter the seal with bare hands. A thunderous roar like the collapse of heaven and earth erupted, causing the seal to tremble and emit a brilliant, sun-like glow—so intense that even the observer, Han Li, in the sky, had to narrow his eyes and close them. Moments later, a powerful wave of air surged upward, causing a ripple in the surrounding atmosphere. Han Li's body swayed violently, as if he were about to be swept away. Han Li was startled, and without hesitation, allowed his inner qi to flow slightly, steadying his form. When he opened his eyes again and looked downward, he was taken aback. For there had suddenly risen a yellow, hazy cloud of earth, completely enveloping the three combatants. Han Li hesitated slightly, then gradually extended his divine awareness into the cloud, where he detected the thunderous roar of the one-eyed giant and the exuberant laughter of the Hao-family immortal cultivator, interwoven with occasional bursts of explosive sounds. The yellow earth cloud rolled and surged, subtly whispering with a gusting wind. The Huangliang Immortal, however, remained silent throughout—either too absorbed in his spell to find it possible to speak, or simply confident enough to have no further words. Han Li's mind stirred as he turned toward the black silhouette that had previously been nearby, identical to the one he had believed to be Xu Tian. To his surprise, the figure had vanished without a trace. Han Li's eyes flickered several times as he glanced at the dim yellow cloud, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. A piercing cry, resonating straight through the heavens, erupted from within the cloud, followed by a thunderous crash as something heavy fell to the ground, causing the earth to tremble. Then, all sounds within the cloud abruptly ceased. Han Li's eyes flashed with surprise as he pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and his body sank silently downward. At the same time, a delighted laugh rang out suddenly from within the cloud—Huan Tian Qi's voice, full of satisfaction: "Thank goodness this clumsy creature has such modest intelligence; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to finish it off so swiftly. The rebellious Ling race members must have been completely absorbed. I'll cut open his body and examine what the Ling rebels brought here—what could possibly have prompted them to journey all the way over from such a distance." "Ah, then it's all up to Huan brother. This setting sun crystal has already been subdued by me, and I'll hand it over to my friend shortly," came the voice of Huang Liang Ling King, echoing from within the cloud. The yellow clouds finally began to dissipate, revealing all that lay within. There, the one-eyed giant lay wounded and lifeless in a pool of vivid green blood, one arm and one leg severed and lying beside his body, as though cut off with great force. His massive head was now scattered and fragmented, barely half of it remaining intact. At the center of his chest, a remarkable hole—several zhang in diameter—had formed, filled with charred remnants, as if a supremely radiant treasure had struck directly and completely vaporized his heart. This blow, undoubtedly, was the final and decisive one that ended the giant's life. Huan Tian Qi had fully reversed his half-faerie transformation, regaining his human form—though slightly pale, he showed no visible injuries. He was now directing a pale white flying blade to slice open the giant's enormous abdomen. At the other end of the body, Huang Liang Lingjun held a translucent, milky sphere in one hand, a gentle smile playing on her face. The crystal sphere was none other than the previously mentioned larger setting sun crystal, though now, for some reason, it had been transformed into a remarkably compact form under the enchantment of Huangliang Lingjun. "Back in the wild realm, we once defeated another dual-faced giant as well. That one proved to be far more challenging than this one. Indeed, it's wise to avoid these ancient giants whenever possible. Unlike the ancient beasts or celestial creatures, these giants merely possess immense bodies without any tangible utility. The effort expended to slay one often proves entirely wasted." Huan Tian sighed, casually maneuvering his flying blade as he spoke. "Of course. In the ancient wild realms, we generally maintain a respectful distance from such giants. Yet to claim that they offer absolutely no advantages—well, that's far from true." The Heavenly Kuai Wolf King, one of the Seven Great Demon Kings, once defeated a seven-headed giant in the Primeval Wastes and discovered a small piece of Wanxi's impure soil within the giant's body—this was the opportunity that allowed him to refine it into the Wanxi Demon Tower ranked on the Chaotic List, thus becoming a great Demon King of the Wolf Clan. Yet Huangliang, the Spirit King, shook his head. "That does make sense. Ancient giants often consumed everything they encountered, and occasionally, good treasures could be found within them. Still, the probability seems rather slim. Who would risk a hard-fought battle against a giant in the Primeval Wastes just for such a vague, intangible benefit? Especially since ancient giants are usually social and formidable. Didn't you forget that after defeating the two-faced giant, we were nearly chased into the sea by three other giants?" Huan Tian Qi couldn't help but chuckle. Recalling the past events, Huangliang also found himself at a loss for words, and thus said nothing further. A soft, crisp sound, as Huan Tian Qi's flying dagger sliced through a part of the giant, and instantly, a heap of items tumbled out from the middle. All the other items had faded to dullness, except for a pale blue jade bowl and a clear, fresh-red vial, which still shimmered with a steady, vital light. The jade bowl emitted a gentle blue glow, perfectly enclosing the vial within its radiance. "It must be this one," Huan Tian Qi observed, recognizing after a moment that the blue jade bowl was the original vessel of the Artifact Spirit Clan. Yet the bowl now lacked all its spirit—clearly, the spirit clan member had perished. Even in the face of her own demise, she had clung fiercely to protect something—this very thing was almost certainly what they had been searching for. As Huan Tian Qi approached the vial with a look of delight, the Yellow Liang Spirit King, far off, suddenly gasped in alarm, shouting, "Careful!" Huan Tian Qi, a being of such stature, had already sensed a cold glint of sharpness approaching from behind him, just as the Spirit King's warning reached him. Startled and furious, he single-footedly stomped the ground with a sudden, decisive thrust, launching himself skyward like a crossbow bolt. A streak of blood nearly brushed past his feet. Then, suddenly, a figure of about a foot tall materialized nearby, darted forward, and lunged at the small bottle. "You dare!" cried Huang Liang Lingjun, swiftly launching yellow sword-energy blasts from his ten fingers. The rushing sounds of the air filled the space, and a dozen yellow sword-streams surged forth—but clearly too late. With a satisfied laugh, the figure seized the bottle in its hands, then shifted its form, transforming into a swirling mass of blood that swiftly ascended into the sky. "Xu Tian! It's you! Where are you going?" Having just barely managed to intercept a mid-shoulder slash from Huan Tian Qi, the figure spun once in the lower air, clearly recognizing the attacker, and immediately erupted into rage. With a mere thought, sudden spatial ripples surged across the blood cloud, and a colossal moth, measuring a zhang in height, materialized instantly. Its jade-green eyes flashed, then without a word, it swept its wings downward. A cascade of vibrant seven-colored mist surged directly toward the heart of the blood cloud. The blood cloud, in awe of this resplendent mist, hesitated, unable to meet it head-on, and instead circled gracefully, attempting to escape from one side. Yet, even in this brief pause, under the urging of Ling Jun Hangliang, a dozen yellow sword-energy bolts had already surged forward with determined force. Ling Jun himself transformed into a streak of golden light, racing toward the scene. Xutian within the blood cloud felt a sudden surge of alarm. At that very moment, a familiar voice suddenly reached his ears: "Master Xutian, quickly give me your divine blood. I'll use my concealment and evasive technique to carry this treasure away first." Upon hearing the voice, Xutian was first startled, then immediately overjoyed. The figure hidden in the shadows was indeed Shiyan. Previously, although Xu Tian had, through some innate divine ability, discerned a few subtle traces of this fellow clan member, he had only felt a slight doubt—not quite certain. Now, upon hearing that familiar voice, the Xuanling was entirely convinced. With one hand extended to meet the sword qi, fingers splayed out, and the other hand flashing with a sudden spark, a small vial unexpectedly materialized. Then, with a mere flick of his wrist, the crimson vial shot straight toward the void where the voice had emanated.