The Xiao-family woman had plunged directly into the vast light array, instantly amplifying its hum severalfold. The space beneath the immense array began to warp and distort, clearly indicating that the magical transmission was about to commence. The flying swords that had originally formed the sword array promptly reverted into seventy-two smaller swords, vanishing in a flash and merging into the body of the young woman as she surged forward. However, due to the spatial distortion, the azure虹 formed by Han Li momentarily stalled, and his speed slowed considerably. Han Li's face tightened; before he could fully unfold his newly crafted mortal wind-and-thunder wings behind him, the night king's attack had already reached him. A distant punch, resonating with a deep roar, expanded into a massive emerald-green fist that struck directly at the light array, precisely enveloping Han Li within its power. Han Li knew that unless he immediately countered this assault, he would be unable to proceed. Instantly, he drew a deep breath, raised both hands, and a dozen luminous golden and silver orbs shot forth. Then, with a single flap of his wings behind him, he vanished from his original spot, reappearing mere steps from the center of the light array, stepping directly into it without hesitation. At that moment, a second streak of blood light flashed upward, striking precisely at one corner of the massive light formation. Simultaneously, the golden and silver orbs struck the outline of the martial form, causing both to explode in unison. The blood light surged forth, its impact sending ripples of disturbance throughout the entire light array. The other one, however, unleashed a thunderous roar, suddenly manifesting a vast, golden and silver thundercloud stretching over a hundred paces, which whipped up a towering gale. In an instant, the gale engulfed everything within it. As the space near the edge of the thundercloud rippled, the two King Yakshas reappeared, their forms once again manifesting. Faced with the immense power of a single strike equivalent to a dozen Liangxu cultivators, even with their divine abilities, they had to temporarily retreat, thus abandoning their original plan to instantly teleport past and seize Han Li and his companion from within the luminous array. "There's a trace of true spiritual energy within, so it seems we've underestimated these two human cultivators. They've mastered the ability to teleport instantaneously over long distances without physical contact." The second Kshatriya King, after reviewing the scroll, sighed. "I hadn't expected this at all. Fortunately, my final strike did disrupt their teleportation array. Whether they'll truly reach safety remains to be seen. They might have fallen into a spatial rift during transit and vanished from this realm entirely." King Immortal, the Kshatriya, scoffed. "We can only hope for that. As for our own attendants—where have they been sent? It will be quite troublesome to locate them again." The Wheel King frowned deeply, then finally nodded after a pause. "Don't worry. Our attendants aren't primitive beings lacking spiritual awareness. As long as they haven't been transported to another continent, they'll surely find their way back to us." As for the matter of the allied forces we previously mentioned, we must immediately establish a clear plan—otherwise... Although the two Night King monarchs were initially surprised that the two men had escaped their grasp, they soon set that aside and immediately turned their attention to matters far more pressing. Meanwhile, the vast Night King army, located countless miles away from them, continued advancing steadily toward the Tianyuan City, where the human settlements lay. Han Li felt his head pounding and his vision blurred. Given his current strength, the clear sensation he now experienced after the transmission indicated that the seemingly instantaneous teleportation had actually been a long-distance one. After closing his eyes for a while, Han Li gradually opened them again and surveyed his surroundings. It appeared to be a scattered field of stones, with various-sized circular stones of grayish-white color scattered throughout the ground. In the distance, patches of gray mist spread out, but they were not visible beyond a short range. The mind still buzzed with resonance, as if there were some restriction here, or perhaps he had not yet recovered from the long-distance teleportation—his consciousness momentarily failed to detach. With a slight frown, Han Li turned his head slowly in all directions, his blue-glowing eyes flashing constantly. Suddenly, Han Li's expression changed, and with both hands forming gestures, a streak of azure light surged upward, then plunged directly into the mist. After a cup of tea's worth of time, Han Li appeared beside a narrow stream several zhang wide, gazing at the clear, transparent water beneath his feet, his eyes slightly narrowed. He extended one hand downward and, with a simple motion, lifted a small cluster of water into the air, forming a water sphere the size of a clenched fist, which gently hovered in his palm. After carefully observing it for a while and confirming that the water was flawless, Han Li opened his mouth, and the water sphere instantly transformed into a thin stream, being fully drawn into his mouth—deliciously sweet. Satisfied, he nodded, just as he intended to gather more stream water, when suddenly his brow arched, and with his other hand, he abruptly clenched his fingers and struck the empty space A powerful, intangible force surged forth. A tremendous roar echoed, and the mist behind him surged and rolled as if struck by something solid. The force not only sent a series of dull thuds and footsteps as though the creature were retreating and falling, but also carried with it several gasps and groans. Han Li's form briefly blurred, then, like a ghost, reversed his direction and swept his sleeve back in a fluid motion. Unknowingly, he had silently chanted a series of incantations, and a fierce gust of wind burst forth from his sleeve, instantly dispersing the gray mist within a few dozen paces, revealing a monstrous figure standing nearly a zhang tall. Even though Han Li had seen and known many things, he was momentarily stunned upon seeing the creature's appearance. The creature was truly extraordinary—small eyes, a long snout, pig-like head and human body, with a jade-green turtle shell tightly encased over its upper torso, firmly fastened to its body. Now lying on its back, its limbs pointing skyward, the creature had clearly been knocked to the ground by Han Li's earlier punch. It was gasping and struggling desperately, trying to rise. However, due to the pronounced convexity of its back shell and its limbs being roughly half as short as those of ordinary beings, it could not immediately roll over, appearing instead like a massive turtle lying motionless on the ground. "Dragon Turtle Pig Demon"—the name suddenly flashed into Han Li's mind, a rather odd one, prompting him to chuckle lightly at his own thought. The pig demon's aura was not particularly strong, merely equivalent to that of a human cultivator at the Qi Stage. With such a relatively weak aura, Han Li felt a sense of relief, though he found it somewhat puzzling how this pig demon had managed to withstand his powerful strike just moments ago. His gaze shifted to the turtle shell on the demon's body, where a deep palm imprint, about an inch in depth, was clearly visible on the shell's abdomen. Han Li's expression of surprise flickered briefly. He then extended his hand, palm outstretched, and gestured toward the empty space. A brilliant glow radiated, and suddenly, a large, jade-green hand, measuring several zhang in height, materialized above the pig demon. It descended and grasped the edge of the shell, lifting the entire creature effortlessly. Han Li had barely had time to carefully examine the turtle shell when the pig demon, seemingly clumsy, suddenly became remarkably agile—snapping his body and dropping out of the shell, transforming into a brown wild boar that dashed straight into the mist beside it, vanishing without a trace. In an instant, the large hand holding it was left with only an empty turtle shell—quite a masterstroke of the "golden cicada shedding its shell" strategy. Han Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he found himself at a loss for words. Given the pig demon's swift escape, the initially uncoordinated way he had fallen upon landing seemed deliberately designed to mislead the onlookers. Though the pig demon appeared clumsy and unrefined, he was clearly cunning—possibly possessing a high level of intelligence. As for a mere cultivator of early stage, Han Li naturally didn't consider him significant, nor did he bother to pursue him. Instead, he brought the shell close to his body and examined it repeatedly, his face gradually brightening with growing astonishment. "Only a few hundred-year-old turtle shell—yet it has withstood my single punch. What kind of divine turtle shell could possess such remarkable resilience?" Han Li murmured softly, hesitated a moment, and then temporarily stored the turtle shell in his storage bracelet. He didn't immediately set off to anywhere else, but instead settled himself cross-legged by the small stream, closing his eyes and meditating. Though the stream was silent, the mist beside it began to thin gradually. It wasn't clear how long it had passed before the mist had mostly dispersed—by then, a group of creatures resembling both deer and horses had gathered by the stream, extending their tongues to drink. Among them, several young ones, only a few feet long, were playing and bumping into each other, tumbling and chasing one another. Han Li, having drawn his breath inward and remained still, seemed as if a solid stone, completely unnoticed by these animals. One young creature even collided directly with him. The young creature seemed to sense something, turning instantly and gazing at Han Li with its two lovely, pale blue eyes. After curiously circling him a few times, it boldly pressed its furry head close to Han Li's face, gently sniffing, then couldn't help but extend its pink tongue to lick him lightly. Suddenly, Han Li's eyes opened without any prior sign—remarkably alert, the creature instantly startled, leaping back in alarm, eager to escape. Yet at that very moment, a flash of green light appeared, and a pill, carrying a delicate fragrance, shot out from Han Li's sleeve and precisely entered the creature's mouth, instantly dissolving into a refreshing aroma that filled its body. At the same time, Han Li's calm voice resonated softly in the creature's ears. "Since we seem to share a certain fate, I present this pill of spiritual awakening to you. But whether you truly awaken your spiritual intelligence in the future will depend entirely on your destiny." The sound, however, startled the young creature, causing it to emit a bleating sound similar to that of a sheep. Immediately, the other adult beasts nearby noticed Han Li's presence and swiftly moved to protect several young ones, positioning them in the center. They then raised their sharp horns, pointing them vigilantly toward Han Li's location. Han Li remained motionless, calmly observing the young creature for a few moments before slowly closing his eyes once more and paying no further attention to the herd.