Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly. Without any apparent movement, the vast expanse of gray mist and the five-colored flames suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless gray filaments and slender, five-hued crystal streaks that shot down, piercing everything within a few dozen paces below. The white silhouettes that came into contact instantly vanished and dissolved. Yet, the other white forms instantly split and reformed, emerging endlessly! For a moment, the sky beyond was filled with streaks of gray filaments and five-hued crystal flames, stretching hundreds of feet, with the sound of rushing air echoing across half the heavens. Yet, within the area enveloped by these streaks, the white forms kept vanishing and reappearing, seemingly never fully extinguished. This time, even Yuan Yao's two sisters were left speechless, and Han Li himself was momentarily stunned. At that very moment, however, his spiritual awareness suddenly detected something. His form blurred slightly, and he abruptly spun around 180 degrees, facing backward. His eyes immediately fixed on an empty stretch of space nearby. A sharp glare flashed in his eyes, and a streak of blood split open across his brow. Suddenly, a dark, luminous orb emerged. It was precisely the shattered vision of Han Li! After years of cultivation, this orb had grown ever deeper and more profound, exuding an eerie, otherworldly aura that seemed to draw one's very spirit into its depths. A flash of black light within the orb's pupil sent a beam of light, as thick as a thumb, shooting forth—briefly visible before vanishing silently into the surrounding void. The robe shone brilliantly, as if untouched by a single speck of dust, showing no signs of damage from the explosion. The woman appeared exceptionally tall and gracefully proportioned, with several strands of lustrous, jet-black hair subtly emerging from the folds of her robe. Though she was bowing her head, her face remained veiled, yet she seemed like a beauty of extraordinary grace and charm. Han Li gazed at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, his expression now one of heightened alertness. When his divine awareness briefly swept over her, it was blocked by the unusual robe, preventing him from assessing her cultivation level. However, through their brief exchange of combat, it was clear that she was no ordinary high-level ghost creature. As Han Li used his extinguished method of sight to force the white-robed woman to manifest in the void, the numerous white silhouettes that had previously been moving in the opposite direction finally ceased their fragmentation and gradually dissolved into nothing. Han Li, without turning around, cast a single hand gesture. The gray mist and the five-colored flames floating in the air likewise vanished instantly. And the pair of clearly contrasting hands in his sleeve shimmered with an unusual radiance. A strange, gurgling laugh escaped the white-robed woman, as she lifted one arm seemingly without a hint of earthly vigor, reaching out toward Han Li's empty space. As the arm and the white sleeves glowed brightly, they vanished entirely at the very moment of extension! Such an eerie phenomenon left Han Li momentarily stunned. Yet before he could process what was happening, a flash of white light appeared mere inches before him—his vanished white arm suddenly emerged with startling speed. A sharp "pffft!" sound followed, as the sleeve rolled back and forth, and a bone-white claw materialized instantly at Han Li's neck, pressing down with firm force. The tips of five slender fingers, glowing with a steady, flickering cold light, trembled slightly. "Ah!" Even though Han Li remained exceptionally composed, he was startled. The bone-claw had come so unexpectedly, and no matter how swift his movements or powerful his abilities, he had no time to react. A heavy, resonant "thud" echoed through the air. The bony hands firmly grasped Han Li's throat. Yet, as soon as the bony claws made contact with his skin, a flash of golden light erupted at Han Li's neck, revealing several golden scales. Though the bony hands appeared sharp and forceful, they were repelled and pushed back by the counterforce of the golden shimmer. Han Li's body trembled violently, and he involuntarily stepped back two paces—yet his neck remained unscathed, with no fur even brushed. His face first paled, then turned ashen. With a swift motion of one sleeve, he sent out a radiant golden arc, like a streak of lightning, instantly engulfing the white arm within it. As the sword light danced, the arm was completely submerged in the golden glow. "Crack—crack—" a continuous series of sounds followed. Yet, within the swordlight, the brilliance of the white glow intensified. The golden swordlight struck the sleeve and only rippled out a layer of milky waves. The arm remained untouched, unharmed. Han Li's expression shifted slightly, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and expelled a sphere of silver flame. But this move came too late. The white-robed woman recovered from her astonishment at the initial failure, her shoulders trembling. As the white arm before Han Li retracted, it mysteriously vanished. The fire ball struck the opening directly. At the same time, where the white-robed woman's previously empty shoulders had been, a flash of white light revealed the arm restored as before. Han Li, witnessing this strange occurrence, took a deep breath, then shook his sleeve—four or five jade-like round beads rolled silently into his hand. On the other wrist, a flash of luminous energy caught a ring-sized spirit beast in his grasp. The spectral creature appeared so unusual, seemingly skilled in spatial magic. He didn't want to take any further risks. He resolved to summon the Ti Hun beast in the next round of combat, support it with the lightning beads, and deliver a decisive blow. Now was not the time to engage in prolonged exchanges. It seemed that the white-robed woman had sensed the significance of Han Li's next move. Instead of rushing to strike again, she slowly lifted her head, and the robe on her head gradually slipped off, revealing her true form. "Ah!" The beautiful Yan Li and Yuan Yao, who had been dazzled and startled by Han Li's and the white-robed woman's earlier exchange, now gasped in shock upon seeing the woman's face clearly. Han Li stared in silence, then drew in a sharp breath. Before him stood an astonishingly eerie half-face: one side of her face was a vivid, jade-green, dry and withered, while the other side was rosy and fair, beautifully youthful. Two lifeless green eyes, devoid of emotion, stared coldly at Han Li. If this appearance had been seen for the first time, it might have been merely striking. But this woman was exceptionally graceful in form, with flowing silken hair like clouds, which initially gave a most beautiful impression. Now, upon suddenly witnessing this terrifying sight, the stark contrast naturally sends everyone's hearts racing. A low, ghostly wailing emanates from the white-robed female ghost, and wisps of white mist rise and gather around her. Within the mist, various ghostly figures appear and fade, some with jaws agape and limbs outstretched, others roaring fiercely—each looking grotesquely fierce. Han Li was startled, grasping the jade ring in his hand, and the glow in his palm flashed briefly as he prepared to summon Ti Hun directly. Yet, at that very instant, a thunderous roar surged from deep within the mist. The sound was so powerful that it caused Han Li's ears to ring, and the ghostly mist in that direction rippled and surged. Yuan Yao and Yan Li both felt their hearts leap with alarm. The roar did not come from any of the Four Demon Kings—there must be some even more powerful ghostly being nearby. Han Li's expression darkened, and his own resolve tightened. But then, a scene that left the three of them momentarily stunned unfolded. The white-robed ghost woman, upon hearing the roar, had her green glow flash in her eyes, and instantly, the ghostly wailing that had been emanating from her ceased. After a moment's hesitation, the fresh white mist that had just begun to form around her surged inward, wrapping around her body. A sudden gust of white wind then swept her, carrying her swiftly toward the direction from which the roar had come. This time, there were no spectral beings hindering their progress, and the mist finally began to thin remarkably. After one hour, the three of them suddenly brightened, fully emerging from the fog. All three were overjoyed and immediately prepared to depart far away. Yet at that very moment, a surprisingly unfamiliar male voice resonated from above: "Ah! Someone has managed to break through my spell. I underestimated you all!" Upon hearing these words, Han Li, Yuan Yao, and the others were struck with astonishment. They raised their hands in surprise, eyes wide open. High above, at a distance of over a thousand zhang from the surrounding ghost mist, they saw two groups engaged in a standoff. One group consisted of the white-haired lady and Mu Qing, standing behind them were fifteen high-level spirit creatures and eight Yin-Jia Ghost Kings. Further away, thousands of ghost soldiers stood in precise, arrayed formations, their cold winds blowing steadily and their ominous aura rising to the heavens. And the force opposing them numbered no less than several times the combined strength of Mu Qing and the others—indeed, a full-fledged army. There were some seven or eight thousand of them, each standing two zhang tall, clad in blood-red armor, their faces completely concealed beneath a solid blood-colored breastplate. Armed with swords, spears, halberds, bows, and crossbows, they hovered motionless in the air, clearly seasoned and highly trained elite troops. The person who just spoke was one of the two clad in purple armor, carrying two large golden hammers on his back. Wood Qing and the fair-haired woman both turned their gaze toward Han Li and his two companions. The woman remained expressionless, showing no obvious reaction, while Wood Qing displayed a faint, half-smiling expression. Han Li felt his heart skip a beat, and couldn't help but silently curse his luck!