At this moment, though its exact function remained unclear, the power of the Dageng Sword Formation alone immediately ensnared the two Chaoshen. One of the Chaoshen stared in surprise, then a flash of fierce determination lit up its eyes as it swiftly moved its limbs, vanishing into a faint blood shadow, attempting to force its way out of the sword formation. Clearly, with its cunning nature, it understood that staying here any longer would not be advantageous. How marvelous was the Dageng Sword Formation! Even with the Chaoshen's swift movements, at a certain point along the formation's edge, hundreds of golden threads suddenly emerged and rolled forward in a surge. "Pfft, pfft"—numerous blood clots burst forth from the void, only to shimmer and reassemble into the shape of the Chaoshen once more. Yet before the creature could break free, a flash of golden light swept across the surroundings, revealing a dense network of golden threads that swiftly closed around it. A brilliant flash of gold then sliced the Chaoshen into countless fragments. A loud, resonant crash echoed, and all the fragments spontaneously shattered, transforming into blood mist that surged straight outward toward the sword formation. Remarkably, it paid no heed to the sword filaments slicing through the surrounding space continuously. Han Li, observing this from outside, flashed a sharp gaze. His Qingzhu Fengyun sword was far from such a simple feat. At once, he activated a series of spells on the nearby sections of his flying sword. The originally golden sword filaments trembled and turned into translucent, snow-white hues, continuously releasing waves of intense cold. Even though the blood mist was intangible, it quickly developed a layer upon layer of ice as it was densely enveloped by these profoundly cold filaments. Finally, with a crisp, sharp crack, the blood mist completely solidified into a clear, crystalline block, utterly motionless. A thunderous roar erupted, and countless fine arcs of electricity surged forth simultaneously from the sword filaments. Instantly, under the golden electric glow, the entire ice block transformed completely into shimmering powder, drifting everywhere. Han Li's lips curled into a smile, and he couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile. Yet, the next moment, that smile froze in place—those delicate powder particles suddenly glowed with a crimson hue, then dissolved into droplets of fresh, blood-like liquid, which, before the surrounding sword filaments could strike again, shot backward in a surge. Then, a flash of bloodlight appeared at the center of the sword formation, and the creature reformed itself. Now, though the creature's bloodlight had dimmed slightly, the change was not pronounced. Although the Da Ge sword formation had driven the monster back, it had not inflicted any real damage upon it. Han Li's growing apprehension deepened. Without a word, he began to channel his inner qi continuously, intensifying the sword formation to its full power. Suddenly, golden threads emerged one after another within the sword formation, layer upon layer, accumulating into thousands, gradually and subtly rolling inward toward the center. The speed had increased more than double compared to before, and within a short while, the formation would fully converge. Taking this opportunity, Han Li glanced outward and noticed the woman with the Xiao surname, who had closed her eyes at some point, yet still held her hand steady on the magical disk, continuously chanting incantations as if preparing to unleash a grand spell—unwilling to expend such a long time in activating the banner formation. The thirty-six banner flags trembled incessantly amidst the swirling silver characters. Remarkably, all of these characters were silver frog-script! Han Li's expression shifted slightly, but at that very moment, another Chang Nu from within the sword formation stepped forward. This unruly servant is entirely different from the first. Though his limbs remain motionless at the heart of the sword array, the double wings behind him flap once, and from his body dozens of blood-red tendrils shoot out—each several tens of feet long, exquisitely slender. Before Han Li has time to discern any pattern, these tendrils tremble and immediately begin to swirl, forming a dense, storm-like whip-like aura that engulfs him. From a distance, this whip aura appears as a massive, blood-red sphere, rapidly expanding with astonishing speed. Thus, within moments, the blood sphere collides with the surrounding sword filaments. A sharp, screeching sound of friction erupts as the golden light and blood glimmers intertwine, and Han Li's sword array power is truly blocked—unable to unfold as it once did. Han Li's eyes narrow sharply. With both hands pressing seals, he continuously emits streams of golden threads, radiating a dense, icy mist that rushes toward and surges against the blood whirl. A series of puffs and bursts erupted, and Han Li's face grew increasingly grim. As the pale, cold mist first touched the crimson whip-like tendrils, it was instantly repelled by an invisible, immense force. Even though some of the tendrils were momentarily frozen into ice, they quickly shattered and vanished as they continued to move. The cold mist proved utterly ineffective. At that moment, a flash of blood light surged across the head of the unruly creature, and dozens of additional tendrils shot out, joining the vigorous dance. The blood spheres then roared with thunderous clamor. The sword filaments, which had previously struggled to maintain their hold against the blood spheres, began to gradually retreat under the interweaving and flashing motions of the new tendrils, their retreat pace accelerating steadily. Meanwhile, the other unruly creature, inspired by its companion's actions, rolled over and transformed its body into a blurred, flowing mass of blood, plunging it directly into the golden filaments on the opposite side. Numerous blood threads emerged on its surface and began to spin rapidly. The same scene unfolded again, the golden threads being gradually pushed back by the blurred shadows of blood, unable to hold their ground. Han Li took a sharp breath, realizing that the Dageng Sword Array truly could not withstand these two unruly creatures. He shook his sleeve, and十余 luminous golden and silver spheres rolled into his hands. Han Li concealed these lightning orbs within his sleeve, fixing his gaze on the array with an increasingly grave expression. Suddenly, the low, continuous chanting that had been flowing steadily ceased abruptly. Han Li was delighted and quickly turned to look. There, the woman with the Xiao surname had indeed completed her spell, her hand-held disk now radiating an intensely bright golden light. Dense rows of silver characters fluttered and appeared around her, swirling up and down. At the same time, the sky had grown dark and gray, and gentle gusts of chilly wind began to blow around the area—though not strong, they felt piercingly cold upon contact, as if capable of penetrating to the very core of one's lungs. Her spell had evidently drawn upon the fundamental energies of heaven and earth. In addition, the female named Xiao had also manifested a remarkably powerful force within her talisman disk. This force was so potent that even Han Li felt a chill run down his spine, evoking the same profound and inexplicable sense of depth he had experienced when facing the two Night King monarchs. Han Li was startled, focusing his gaze upon the talisman disk in Xiao's hands, only to be momentarily blurred by the intense luminous glow. Without further hesitation, he unleashed a brilliant blue light from his eyes, fully activating his Qingming Lingmu divination technique, and thus clearly perceived the scene within the disk. "Jin Zhuan Wen!" Han Li exclaimed in surprise. Golden characters had suddenly emerged on the surface of the disk! Though he did not recognize any of them, their forms clearly conveyed an overwhelming spiritual power—indeed, they were the very "Jin Zhuan Wen," a legendary script said to be even more mysterious than the Silver Kuo Wen. Such a revered script was known and understood by only a few high-level cultivators in the spiritual realm. Noticing Han Li's gaze, the female named Xiao smiled warmly at him and suddenly raised her hands, lifting the talisman disk toward the sky. An astonishing scene unfolded. The talisman, enveloped in golden light, began to spin rapidly in the air, and a golden orb the size of a fist materialized spontaneously at its center, radiating a powerful spiritual pressure that surged skyward. Instantly, dark clouds rolled in around the area, and a fierce gust of wind erupted. In response, the thirty-six towering banners beneath began to emit resonant sounds like dragons and tigers roaring, with countless points of light of varying colors appearing nearby and converging toward each banner. In an instant, all the banners burst into brilliant luminescence. Then, a powerful tremor shook them, and simultaneously, thirty-six radiant beams of light—each as thick as a bowl—rose upward and vanished into the upper cloud layers. At that very moment, thunderous roars like a dragon's lightning erupted from the clouds. Gradually, a vast, luminous array of light, spanning over a hundred zhang in height, emerged from the clouds. Remarkably, the focal point at the center of this array precisely aligned with the golden talisman beneath, and then suddenly shot out a slender thread of golden light, which directly entered the golden glow within the talisman. At that moment, the golden orb shot upward, soaring straight toward the center of the vast light array. By now, Han Li was utterly stunned. The flag array's true power had not been fully explained to him beforehand—she had only asked that he delay her as much as possible. Yet even if the full strength of this array had not yet fully manifested, it was clearly nothing short of extraordinary, surpassing the power of his own Dageng Sword Array. However, during this brief interval, the woman with the surname Xiao, who had been steadily supporting the magical disk with both hands, suddenly broke into a cold sweat, her face pale as paper, appearing as though she were about to collapse. Finally, the golden orb was drawn into the center of the array, where a resonant hum surged forth, merging into a powerful chorus. The already immense light array flashed once, expanding its area several times over—now nearly filling the entire sky. The intensity of the spiritual pressure radiating from the array was so great that even Han Li himself was momentarily staggered, stepping back several paces in succession. At the same time, two Niyasha kings, thousands of miles away, suddenly exchanged startled glances, then, without a word, flickered in place and vanished into the void. Although Han Li was internally puzzled, upon seeing this scene, a flash of thought struck his mind, and without hesitation, he too transformed into a streak of jade-green light, following the woman into the sky. At that very moment, waves of disturbance surged simultaneously from two points of space some hundred paces away, and two massive figures materialized with a powerful flap of their great wings, just in time to witness Han Li and the woman's actions. Immediately, two roars echoed out—one Night Spear King launched a powerful punch from afar, while the other Night Spear King, with a flash of bloodlight, severed the air with a vast, radiant blade.