Almost as soon as Han Li's figure had vanished, a fresh group of ghostly beings with red bodies and green hair burst forth from the mist around him. Upon seeing the area empty, they surged forward—Han Li had already been several thousand feet away, relying on his spiritual vision to skillfully dodge several battle clusters and began wandering through the fog. When encountering smaller groups of ghosts, he immediately unleashed his powerful attacks to eliminate them. If the ghost forces were too numerous, he swiftly retreated to a safe distance. Thus, Han Li remained unharmed for a while within the dense fog. However, the mist enveloped everything in a gray, hazy veil, making it impossible to discern his direction. After flying only a short distance, he found himself gradually losing his sense of orientation. In desperation, he dared to ascend higher, hoping to gain a clearer sense of his position from above. Yet, as soon as he reached several hundred feet in height, the mist thinned slightly, and a dense wave of attacks immediately poured down from the sky. Had it not been for his protection by the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light and his prior preparedness, he would have been overwhelmed, swiftly deflecting most of the assaults with a veil of gray mist. He was likely hurled straight down with force. Yet even thus, it sent him trembling with cold sweat. Before the next wave of assault could arrive, he flicked his wings and returned swiftly to below the mist. It seemed the upper level could do little to assist. Below, Han Li could only fix his gaze on a certain direction and plunge steadily deeper into the mist. Whether the mist held some mysterious enchantment or simply spread so widely was unclear. After several hours, he remained utterly trapped, showing no sign of movement at all. Han Li's expression grew increasingly grim. With a series of thunderous roars, several ghostly figures screamed as they were engulfed by the silver flame, instantly dissolving into nothingness. Though these intangible, fierce spirits proved tenacious, they offered no resistance whatsoever against Han Li's Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire. As he watched the current wave of spectral beings vanish completely, Han Li raised his head, intending to retreat in the direction he had originally identified—when suddenly, a tremendous roar erupted from another direction, shaking the very ground nearby. Black flames surged upward from afar, accompanied by several sharp, startled cries—clearly feminine in tone! Han Li's body stiffened, instinctively turning to face that direction. The cries sounded familiar, reminiscent of Yuan Yao's voice. Could it be that she was engaged in combat there? Though uncertain, Han Li tilted his head and thought it over, then a flash of green light rippled through his body as he surged forward, transforming into a streak of jade-green light. The site of the black flames was not far from where Han Li stood. In just a moment, Qinghong flew out several thousand zhang, appearing nearby. As Han Li stabilized himself in his stream of light and glanced over, his expression changed. He saw hundreds of blood-red skeletons, with slender limbs and unusually large heads, standing about a hundred zhang away, each releasing streams of blood arrows, relentlessly attacking the more than a hundred Yin Jia Xuan Gui that surrounded them. Among these ghosts, two women in black robes—one holding a small black bottle, the other a black banana fan—were casting waves of black fireballs to support the ghost troops, fiercely resisting the onslaught from the blood skeletons. Though the black flames were powerful and the Yin Jia Xuan Gui's long spears and halberds, which hummed with a steady wind of shadow, were equally formidable, their opponents proved even more strange and mysterious. These skeletons not only leaped several dozen paces with the agility of grasshoppers, moving swiftly and swiftly as the wind, but the blood arrows they exhaled also seemed to have a certain resistance against the阴wind and black flames. When hundreds of skeletons sprayed their arrows simultaneously, not only were most of the black flames forcibly extinguished in a single strike, but even when the flames struck their bodies, the skeletons merely stumbled slightly, showing only minor injuries. In contrast, the blood arrows striking the yin-jia xuan gui proved vastly different. Although the black armor on these ghost soldiers offered some defensive capability, once struck by a dozen or more blood arrows at once, the armor inevitably shattered and dissolved. The ghost soldiers then transformed into swirling masses of black vapor and vanished entirely. When Han Li arrived at the scene, despite the two black-robed women urgently channeling their precious artifacts to protect their troops, the ghost soldiers had already lost seven or eight by the time the protection took effect—now critically endangered. These two women were none other than Yuan Yao and Yan Li. Han Li slightly narrowed his eyes, surveying the surroundings and finding no formidable spirits lurking nearby. Thus, he hesitated once more before taking action. With a subtle flutter of his wings behind him, Han Li suddenly vanished from his original spot. The next moment, he appeared above Yuan Yao and her two companions. Raising his sleeves, seventy-two flying swords surged forth, then shimmered and transformed into hundreds of golden sword beams, sweeping down in a relentless, all-encompassing assault. Wherever the swordlight passed, the blood skeletons—like clay figures—were severed into countless fragments. Yet, an eerie scene unfolded immediately: a flash of bloodlight rippled across the surfaces of each skeleton, and they gradually melted into pools of crimson liquid, which then coalesced into a single, massive, blood-red spirit. Upon seeing this, Han Li only slightly raised an eyebrow. With a single hand motion, he lifted a palm as pure and white as jade and, with a gentle spread of his fingers, pressed it firmly against the blood-red spirit. Instantly, after the five massive spectral skeletons flashed into being and then vanished at the tip of his fingers, a cascade of five-hued cold flames descended like a shield. Wherever the flames touched, the enormous blood-red ghost—resembling a city wall—immediately solidified, transforming into a colossal, translucent ice sculpture, completely motionless. With a flick of his finger, a thunderous crack echoed, and a golden arc shot forth from the tip, striking the ice sculpture directly. "Crack!" The ice shattered into fragments under the impact. The ghost, barely able to unleash its full power, was effortlessly extinguished by Han Li's simple gesture. Below, Yuan Yao and Yan Li watched in stunned silence, their mouths slightly open, faces filled with astonishment. How could a ghost that had nearly doomed them here be defeated so easily in just one encounter with Han Li? It was truly astonishing. "Thank you so much, Brother Han!" Yan Li finally regained her composure, quickly offering Han Li a warm smile and a bow. "If Brother Han arrives a little later, he might miss us by the time we've already departed." Yuan Yao smoothed away the surprise on her face, offered a warm, radiant smile, and her graceful beauty seemed as if blooming like a garden in full spring. This smile left Han standing in awe for a moment, but he quickly suppressed the astonishment and gently said to the two women, "How is it that you two have come here? Didn't you both stay with the Ghost Nanny? These ghost soldiers—?" "Brother Han, didn't you also follow behind Mu Qing, the immortal lady? How did you lose your way, and how did we end up here? As for these Yin-Jia Xuan-Ghosts, we were involved in their creation back then, so we can command one unit of them. However, now the only ghost soldiers we can control are these remaining ones. It's fortunate that these Xuan-Ghosts have been protecting us, allowing us to reach this point." With a flowing gaze, the beautiful woman smiled softly. "This ambush appears to have been set by particularly wise and intelligent ghost beings. Otherwise, they wouldn't have arranged such a comprehensive trap to capture us all." Han Li nodded, then said with a flash of his eyes. "What you've said makes sense. But I'd like to know, friend, what are your plans now? The number of ghost creatures surrounding us is so large. Even if they all stand still and let us kill them one by one, we won't be able to eliminate them all." Yuan Yao slightly paled, biting her lower lip as she spoke. I merely feel that although the current situation is not ideal and somewhat chaotic, it is precisely the moment we have to break free from the control of these five demonic kings. Han Li exhaled deeply and spoke calmly. "So, Brother Han, what do you propose we do now?" Yan Li's smile faded, and her tone became serious. "Exactly. As soon as we escape this place, the others—Mu Qing Gui Po and the rest—will be too preoccupied to pay attention to our movements. If we can find a spot where pure yin qi has condensed and use it to remove the marks within our bodies, then, across the vast expanse of the Yin River realm, they will find us as difficult to locate as needles in a haystack." Han Li said slowly. Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao and Yan Li exchanged glances, both clearly impressed. "Very well! We'll follow Brother Han's plan. Having entered the Yin River realm, our situation is now precarious—day by day, we're uncertain of our survival. To escape these great demons as soon as possible is precisely what we've long desired." After exchanging a few whispered words among themselves, Yuan Yao and Yan Li finally made up their minds and agreed. "Since both of you have no objections, the real trouble now is this ghost mist. I've been searching for hours, yet I haven't found a single clue that would allow us to break free. It's quite troublesome!" Han Li's face brightened momentarily, but then furrowed again. "If it were merely some ordinary matter, with our modest abilities, we might not be of much help. But this ghost mist? Hehe, haven't you forgotten that both I and Yuan sister have been practicing ghost cultivation techniques, and that we ourselves are half-ghost in nature?" Upon hearing Han Li's words, Yan Li smiled lightly. "Then, does Yan Daojun have a method to escape this mist?" Han Li was momentarily startled, then beamed with delight. "Our Yin-Yang Cycle Technique may not match the great feats of those with superior powers when it comes to direct combat, but it does possess some subtle advantages in handling unusual or unconventional challenges. Simply follow me and the two of us—there's no need to hesitate. In fact, we had originally planned to escape this mist, but along the way, we've been constantly attacked by ghost creatures, so we've had to put it off." Yuan Yao explained with a touch of pride. (First chapter!） ------------ Today, I'm posting three chapters together!