The purple-armored warrior and the dual-headed puppet seemed unexpectedly to regard the puppet as the true one in charge. The three-eyed puppet spoke without lowering its tone—no matter how quiet or subtle, even Mu Qing and the beautiful woman, let alone Han Li, Yuan Yao, and the three others, could hear every word clearly! Mu Qing's face revealed a look of surprise, while the beautiful woman subtly moved her lips, displaying a tone of scorn. "Hehe, Mu sister, since we'd like to wait for an assistant, why don't we wait together?" The white-haired woman turned her head and chuckled warmly at Mu Qing. "I agree with Blue Sister," Mu Qing smiled gently and replied. The white-haired woman nodded, then withdrew her hands from her sleeves. Above them, the massive ghostly figure floated gently, swaying slightly. Mu Qing also folded her arms, remaining motionless on the golden flower. The two clearly showed no intention of launching an attack first! As for the high-ranking immortals standing behind them and Han Li and his companions, without any command, naturally remained passive, watching silently. The three warrior pupae on the opposite side gazed at this with expressions of astonishment. However, the actions of the two women aligned perfectly with their expectations, so they remained at a distance, silently observing the two beautiful women. Between the flashing blades and swirling swords, the wind carried bloodlight weaving through the air, with bursts of explosions following one after another. Occasionally, scattered pupae and ghost soldiers shattered into fragments, falling from the sky and dissipating into swirling black mist upon impact. Yet, five powerful, combined-level beings stood still, facing each other across the battlefield, each wary of the other. The blood-armored pupae, though numerous, excelled in coordination. In contrast, the shadow-armored ghost soldiers demonstrated superior individual prowess, and with the addition of eight ghost kings, their strength was greatly enhanced. For a time, they pushed the thousands of pupae back, gaining a decisive advantage. Had it not been for the blood-armored automatons, who fought with unwavering courage, and the armored beast-chariots and their pulling creatures, which displayed remarkable abilities and tightly ensnared half of the ghost kings, the situation would have been even more dire. Han Li glanced at this and briefly furrowed his brow, thoughtful. The ordinary blood-armored automatons moved sluggishly, lacking agility and responsiveness—mere puppets, uninfused with any divine consciousness. In contrast, the shadow-armored ghost puppets trained by the white-haired woman now fully displayed their prowess, delivering successive strikes with gusts of ethereal wind, often freezing their enemies into black ice or cleaving them into fragments with wind-blades. Eight of the shadow-armored ghost kings each displayed their unique powers, transforming into towering black-armored giants, reaching over ten zhang in height, each crowned with massive bull horns and bearing a green-faced, toothy visage. Despite the automatons' desperate resistance, these ghost kings effortlessly tore them apart into fragments. Yet the three warrior automatons remained utterly unmoved by this spectacle. The subordinates seemingly wiped out were of no consequence at all. The white-haired beauty and Mu Qing, seeing the ghost troops gaining the upper hand, naturally grew more inclined to simply watch and wait. A while later, half of the blood-armored puppets were severely damaged, and over a hundred war chariots were completely destroyed. The shadow-armored ghost troops also lost a third of their numbers, and the eight ghost kings each bore heavy wounds. Upon seeing this, the white-haired beauty's eyes flashed with cold determination, and she turned to glance at the other high-ranking immortals behind her, as if to issue a command. Yet at that very moment, a subtle ripple emanated from deep within the mist, causing an eerie, trembling vibration in the air around Han Li and his companions. This unusual phenomenon immediately drew the attention of the purple-armored generals and the white-haired beauty and others. However, in the distant expanse of mist, beyond the violent rolling and the pervasive gray haze, no further signs of disturbance could be discerned. Just as Han Li's eyes slightly narrowed, filled with bewilderment, a deep, resonant hum rolled in from a distant point. A flash of white light appeared far off, followed by a thunderous roar, and a brilliant white sun rose within the mist, swelling and spreading rapidly, its dazzling radiance instantly enveloping the entire misty expanse. After the light subsided, an immense, incomprehensible spiritual pressure surged forth, unrelenting and dominating the space as the white sun mysteriously vanished. "Unbelievable!" The beautiful woman and the three puppets, their eyes involuntarily closing, reacted instantly upon sensing the terrifying pressure—without hesitation, they flashed into several streaks of brilliant light, racing swiftly away from the mist. Han Li's response was no slower than theirs. With a mere shake of his wings, he vanished in a streak of electric arc. Meanwhile, Yuan Yao and Yan Li suddenly converged, and as the gray mist surged and rolled, they took to the wind, swiftly fleeing on the currents of cool, shadowy air. As for the other high-ranking spirit beasts, they also scattered in panic, fleeing in all directions. A continuous roar of thunder echoed from afar, and a billowing white gale surged upward from the center of the misty sea, resembling a white true dragon roaring into the sky. Yet, barely had this wind column stabilized in the thunder's resonance when it trembled and suddenly collapsed, dispersing into fragments. The howling wind intensified, sweeping across the landscape with fierce force. Where the storm passed, the very space seemed torn asunder, emitting sharp, piercing cries. Though the mist had been previously held in place by intricate magical seals, the sheer violence of the wind swept through it effortlessly, causing the mist to disintegrate completely, vanishing into nothingness. When Han Li reappeared at a distance of over a thousand paces and turned back to gaze at his original position, he was struck by surprise. What had once appeared as an endless, impenetrable sea of mist was now entirely gone. All that remained were countless swirling white gusts, rushing wildly in every direction. The very spot where they had stood had been completely transformed into a realm of furious wind, with a continuous roar echoing through the air, countless invisible wind blades swirling and dancing everywhere. This storm was extraordinary! The puppet ghost soldiers who had been engaged in battle had not had time to flee—many were swept up into the wind and now struggled desperately within the storm. Yet, a series of thunderous explosions and cries of agony rang out in the wind. Almost simultaneously, the skeletons of both the puppets and the Yin Jia Xuan Gui were completely shattered. Only the Eight Ghost Kings remained, their bodies glowing with dark light, still fighting fiercely—but their situation was increasingly precarious. The beautiful woman observed this scene and her expression grew troubled. Suddenly, she emitted a sharp cry. At once, the Eight Ghost Kings responded in unison, unleashing a fierce roar, their forms shifting and shimmering as they surged forward, converging toward a single point. As their dark light intensified, the eight glowing spheres merged into one. Then, a series of shimmering patterns rippled across the surface of the sphere, and it gradually transformed into a colossal ghost, towering over tens of zhang in height. As soon as this ghostly figure appeared, he leaped forward with a series of swift movements, breaking free from the whirlwind's embrace and then charging straight toward the white-haired beauty without turning back. At that moment, the three puppet generals stared intently at the stormy area, their expressions filled with thoughtful concentration. Suddenly, a deep, resonant footfall echoed from deep within the storm—steady, rhythmic, and growing progressively heavier and closer, as if a colossal being were advancing steadily toward Han Li and his companions, moving with an oddly unsteady pace. Not only the white-haired beauty Mu Qing and her party, but also the three puppet generals, all displayed a serious expression, gazing fixedly at the storm's heart. A few moments later, a dark silhouette, the size of a small mountain, gradually emerged from the storm, then briefly expanded in size. Remarkably, the fierce gale had no effect whatsoever on this dark form. Han Li's eyes flashed with a blue light, and a look of sudden clarity spread across his face. At once, a roar erupted from the hurricane. The shadow shifted, and a towering purple-red giant leaped out. It was none other than the earth-blood elder's purple-blooded puppet. Standing on either side of the puppet's shoulders were two clad in blood robes. On the puppet's head, a figure in black robes stood—none other than the most enigmatic of the Four Demon Kings, the Six-Legged One. Upon seeing the two figures in blood robes and the Six-Legged One, the white-haired woman flashed a look of joy, yet said nothing yet. The three puppets in the distance flashed green glimmers in their eyes, and the one with three eyes suddenly cried out loudly: "How could you two have survived? What about the others?" "The others?" the Six-Legged One replied calmly, then gently shook his sleeve, and suddenly four round objects rolled down from the purple-blooded puppet. Han Li focused and gazed closely—there were several blood-red heads, some even adorned with uniquely shaped helmets. "You killed them all! That's impossible!" Their combined strength surpasses ours, not to mention all those ghost creatures assisting them." Seeing the several heads, the purple-armored automaton was stunned, utterly incredulous. "Heh, if you were there in person, even with seven Golden Moths working together, I'd have to retreat three steps. But as these automata currently inhabit the bodies of their hosts, they can only muster half their true strength—how could they possibly stand against me? Blue Brother, Wood Brother—attack! Eliminate them all, one by one, without exception." With a cold laugh, the six-limbed automaton issued a crisp, commanding order, his aura charged with fierce martial energy. Upon hearing this, the three-eyed automata flashed a look of alarm in their eyes, then roared sharply, "Move! Disperse and flee!" As soon as the words left their lips, the three automata urged their monstrous mounts forward, instantly transforming into three vivid, differently colored streaks of light that shot off in various directions. After a few swift movements, they had already reached hundreds of paces away. Remarkably, each of their mounts now possessed an unusual form of teleportation technique—most astonishing of all. Yet it seemed that Lu Liu and the others had already planned this. The beautiful woman suddenly burst into a strange laugh, then instantly transformed into a stream of green vapor, rushing straight toward the purple-armored automaton. Behind her, the fully-merged giant ghost turned into a sphere of dark light and followed closely in her wake.