The silver lightning finally vanished at this moment, revealing before the white light shield a creature towering over a dozen zhang in height. This spectral being bore two horns on its head, covered in black scales resembling armor, and possessed a pair of massive, flesh-covered wings extending from its back. Its two arms, forged like fine iron and astonishingly long, hung down to the ground. When韩立gazed upon its face, even he felt a sudden chill, a sense of unease creeping over him. The creature's face was flat and featureless, as though it had no face at all. Its vast body was riddled with wounds, with scarcely any intact sections remaining—except for the two thick arms. Clearly, the two lightning orbs and the swordlight that韩立had released had been significantly absorbed by the creature, otherwise they would have shattered the protective light shield guarding the blood sword. The giant raised its head and let out a piercing, mournful cry. Instantly, countless strands of dark,阴气emerged around it, swirling and then flowing into its body. In a matter of moments, the once-fragmented form was restored to flawless integrity. "Heh, youngster," it said. Experience the might of this immortal ghost king, nurtured by me for a thousand years—his powers are no less than mine," a tone of ill will suddenly echoed in Han Li's ears. His gaze flickered. "Ghost King?" If one came close and observed carefully, one would notice that upon hearing this, a slight upward curve formed at the ghost king's lips, revealing a peculiar expression. "Master Han, be cautious—this formless ghost king is a renowned figure among the ghost realm, with powers equal to that of a Lingxu-level cultivator," a soft voice added, belonging to Ye Chu, the woman still in a stalemate with the Long family in their dual cultivation. Seeing Han Li so swiftly dispatch the young lady of the Black Phoenix Clan, she felt a spark of renewed hope. At the same time, the ghost king's head turned toward Han Li, though without eyes, it seemed clearly able to sense everything about him. With a low roar, the formless ghost king suddenly lifted both of his unusually long arms. At once, fierce winds surged from the sky, and the dark阴 qi intensified dramatically, turning the surrounding heavens profoundly gloomy. From within the thickening qi, countless wails echoed, as though ten thousand ghosts were concealed beneath. The ghost king, his arms now sweeping downward toward where Han Li stood, shook them vigorously. Amid the swirling dark qi, a colossal black ghost claw rapidly coalesced—reaching a height of over a hundred paces. The entire claw shimmered with intermittent pulses of jade-green ghost flame, then descended slowly toward Han Li. A flash—a streak of black light shot forth, then spiraled gracefully before settling lightly about ten paces in front of Han Li. There, a small monkey, about half a cun tall, with sleek, lustrous black fur, stood revealed. It was the Ti Hun Beast. At a distance, the Formless Ghost King witnessed this. Without a word, a massive hand reached out, grasping the void where the Wailing Soul floated. Five streaks of black light, like five immense blades, flashed swiftly and shot toward the Gigantic Ape. As the sound of rushing air began, the black streaks had already reached the Ape's body—“pffft,” they vanished into the Wailing Soul’s form with barely a ripple, achieving no effect at all. The Great Ghost stood stunned. Yet the Ape remained unmoved, merely exhaled once more, and from the other nostril, a stream of azure light burst forth. The two streams of azure light wove and danced through the air, sweeping away the lingering shadows as if autumn wind clearing fallen leaves, then transformed into a deep green-black hue and shot back, being swallowed whole by the Ape. The Wailing Soul’s face brightened with satisfaction, and his gaze shifted, now fixed upon the distant Ghost King. Upon seeing his own divine power broken, the Formless Ghost King finally recovered from his initial shock, and then began to emit a series of low, mournful sounds, his anger now boiling over. It showed no further movement, and suddenly a timeless, ancient armor erupted from its body, glowing with waves of emerald flame. As it waved its hands, a pair of white bone maces materialized. Han Li focused his gaze and noticed that these maces were forged from the heads of two massive ghostly beasts—one emitting steady yellow winds, the other veiled in swirling black mist—some mysterious divine technique behind it. Yet, Ti Hun paid no attention to this development. With a mere blink of its eyes, two streaks of jade-like light surged from its nostrils and rushed directly toward the ghostly scroll. The giant ape's body swelled further, its fur turning crimson. Three curved horns slowly emerged from its cranial region, while its forehead slightly protruded and then split open, revealing a blood-red, eerie eye. Its face stretched elongated, exposing sharp fangs. Three black, spear-like bone spines, each reaching a zhang in length, sprouted mysteriously from its back, wrapped in swirling black mist and radiating a heavy, oppressive阴 energy. The Ti-Hun beast had undergone an ascension transformation, now taking the form of a fierce, demonic ghost. The depth of its阴 energy seemed to surpass even that of the Wu-Xiang Ghost King. As the demonic eye in its brow opened, a thunderous roar erupted, and a lightning arc—crimson as blood—shot forth, instantly reaching the Wu-Xiang Ghost King. An unprecedented scene unfolded! Upon seeing the blood-red lightning, the Wu-Xiang Ghost King let out an utterly terrified, low cry. He swiftly brought his two hammers together and, at the same time, his massive body shot backward with great force, as if intent on fleeing. Two dull thuds reached Ali. As the two white bone hammers made contact with the blood-arc, they instantly vanished like two streams of green smoke—seemingly encountering their match. The blood-arc, however, was not impeded at all. After a thunderous crack, it struck the Qingyan War Armor of the Formless Ghost King. Like the bone hammers, this armor too proved ineffective and immediately disintegrated. The arc pierced straight through the ghost king’s chest, then coiled around like a living serpent, firmly ensnaring him before pulling him back. The colossal ghost cried out, his body involuntarily being drawn upward and swiftly shrinking under the tightening pressure of the arc, until it reached the mouth of the Ti-Hun. A flash of blood light revealed that the Ti-Hun had effortlessly swallowed the ghost whole. With just her own strength, the Ti-Hun had easily consumed the so-called Formless Ghost King. All three—Ling’s dual cultivation, Ye Chu, and the white-robed woman—stood in stunned silence. This was no ordinary ghost or spirit—this was a ghost king comparable to a Lingxu cultivator? How could it have been so easily shattered, as if made of paper? What kind of divine beast is this little monkey capable of transforming twice? What heavenly magic lies behind the blood-red electric arcs spewing from its eyes? These thoughts surged through the minds of several of them. Yet before they could recover from their astonishment, Han Li suddenly flashed forward, instantly materializing upon the white light barrier. With a mere movement of his sleeve, seventy-two golden beams surged forth, then converged into a single, towering golden sword, stretching ten zhang in length. The sword flashed once and struck the barrier with tremendous force. A crisp, cracking sound echoed as golden and white light interwove, revealing a delicate white line across the surface of the barrier. "Unbelievable!" the Leng family's twin cultivators exclaimed, utterly unprepared for the sharpness of Han Li's Flying Cloud Sword. The barrier trembled, then shattered and collapsed, radiating outward from that line. Thanks to the power of his sword, Han Li had truly cleaved through the already weakened white barrier. The Snow Crystal Mohe Sword was fully revealed before Han Li. Without hesitation, Han Li activated his inner sword technique, and instantly the massive golden sword flashed, vanishing from its original position only to strike hard against the crimson sword's blade. A clear "clang" echoed, radiating a brilliant golden and crimson light. The golden sword wavered and was then rebounded back. Han Li frowned slightly at this development. Then, he shook his sleeve, launching several silver lightning orbs toward the crimson sword. Despite the powerful impact of the silver arcs, the crimson sword merely trembled and remained undamaged. "Hah! Young man, give up now. The Blood Crystal Mohe Sword is a treasure ranked among the Ten Thousand Immortals on the Chaotic Immortal List—can you possibly destroy it with your current abilities?" The originally anxious Long family cultivator now grew calm, one even chuckling with a mocking smile. Han Li's eyes flickered several times as he studied the crimson sword closely, then suddenly pointed his single hand toward the golden sword in the air. Suddenly, a resonant hum echoed, and the great sword trembled, disintegrating in a burst of golden light, reforming into seventy-two golden spears. These smaller spears then emitted their own hums, swiftly transforming into hundreds of golden sword beams. Each beam was about a foot long, swirling and dancing through the air. Then, Han Li murmured softly to himself, rapidly and continuously pressing and manipulating his fingers in a wheeling motion, casting one after another sequence of incantations. Instantly, all the flying swords trembled and scattered into the sky, shooting out in all directions. Amidst their strange flickering, each golden beam vanished silently, as if they had never appeared at all. Han Li had thus arranged the great crimson sword at the center, establishing the Dàgē Sword Array, intending to harness the array's formidable power to forcibly expel the Longdong immortal spirit within, and even to completely destroy the sacred artifact.