The blood-robed figure pale at the sight of the great blades descending, his body radiating intense crimson light. Yet at that moment, the five great blades suddenly twisted outward, vanishing completely from their original position. Instantly, they appeared like five massive doors, floating at the edge of the blood cloud. Then, a shimmering flash passed over their surfaces, and five luminous screens cascaded forth like rivers of light. Amidst the piercing cold radiance, the blood cloud was swiftly torn apart, unable to offer any resistance. The blood-robed figure blinked in alarm, no longer able to summon any further secret techniques, and hastily shook both sleeves while opening his mouth again. A small jade shield, a blood-toned silk curtain, and a round bowl burst forth from his body. The three treasures emitted countless beams of light, radiating an impressive aura—clearly no ordinary items. As soon as they emerged, they formed three distinct, layered luminous shields, encircling and protecting the blood-robed figure. And the blood-robed figure did not stop there. Suddenly, he drew a deep breath and exhaled several clots of pure blood. Then, with a single gesture, a purple scroll flashed and vanished into one of the blood clots. With a sharp "pop," the blood clot burst, spreading into a mist that enveloped him. A purple battle armor materialized upon his body—exquisitely crafted, with electric glimmers constantly shifting across its surface, as though it were no ordinary artifact. At this moment, the cold light had already severed through all the blood mist and reached the blood-robed figure. With several crisp cracks, the translucent, parchment-like layers of defense were sliced through and struck hard against his body. A thunderous "thrum" echoed as the purple armor shimmered briefly, momentarily halting the surrounding cold light. Yet this was only a brief pause! Immediately afterward, five streams of cold light began to swirl around the armor, and a low dragon's roar seemed to emanate from within. Then, with a soft "pffft," the purple armor was severed right down the middle at the waist. Despite his myriad powers, the blood-robed warrior found himself utterly helpless against this seemingly invincible cold light. His purple armor represented his most powerful defensive technique. A flash of despair passed through his eyes, and suddenly hundreds of talismans and over a dozen intricately designed magical artifacts burst forth from his body. Yet, with a continuous series of explosions, these items were swiftly torn to fragments within the cold light. After a piercing cry, the blood-robed warrior was completely engulfed by five streams of cold light, his essence unable to escape even a fraction. At a distance, the blood-armored automaton observed the scene, its gaze darkening slightly. It murmured to itself: "The greatest strength of the Five-Drake Slicer lies in its unmatched sharpness. To attempt to withstand its power with physical artifacts is truly to court certain doom." With that, it extended one hand toward the void. The five great blades at a distance emitted a resonant hum and then transformed into five shimmering images of dragon light, swiftly returning. Finally, these five dragon forms converged at the automaton's head, reuniting into the gleaming slicer once more, which then descended with a solid impact. The crimson puppet's eyes flashed with joy as he reached out to take the ax, but suddenly his gaze dimmed, his form wavered several times, and he nearly fell from the air. Fortunately, a flash of spiritual insight stabilized him instantly. Yet a touch of resignation lingered in his eyes. After a sigh, he reached out again and firmly grasped the silver ax hovering before him. With a gentle stroke across the ax's gleaming surface, a resonant hum immediately arose. "Though this artifact possesses extraordinary power, the sheer consumption of spirit energy is truly immense. I shall have to make sure to engage in swift, decisive combat next time," the puppet murmured to himself. At that moment, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose from the distant sky, and a vast expanse of dark clouds pressed down upon the wind, swiftly approaching. In a short while, these dark clouds had fully enveloped the sky and now settled before Han Li. Several high-level beasts, riding upon swirling gusts of阴wind, leaped down from the sky and stood before the puppet, each bowing with respectful demeanor. "Have I done well in what I asked you to accomplish?" The puppet swung the chisel blade, which shimmered like a rainbow and vanished into the priest's mouth, then asked. "Rest assured, Your Grace, everything has been arranged. All we need is for you to enter as well, and immediately we will seal the surrounding area with a great array. Even if someone manages to escape from your grasp, they will not be able to flee immediately—thus, we can hold them securely for a while." A high-level ghost, resembling a zombie, spoke cautiously. "Half of the party will accompany me into the inner chamber, while the other half will set up the array right away. Though they have already diverted one of the Yin-Lei Beasts, they will surely not expect that the guardians of the divine milk are not just one, but a pair—male and female." The blood-armored puppet raised his head and gazed steadily at the dense, dark clouds above, then said with a cold smile. "Although the Yin-Lei Beasts were originally stationed by the noble elders, they have not brought their summoning tokens to enter this place. I suspect we will face attacks from them as well." This ghost seemed quite intelligent, hesitating slightly "Rest assured, since those individuals have taken the lead, even if the yin-lei beasts launch an attack, they will surely target them first. All we need to do is quietly follow them and strike from the shadows. Originally, with only half of the Five Dragon Saws in my hands, I had only a moderate chance of handling these few. Now, with the aid of these yin-lei beasts, if they manage to escape at all, that would indeed be surprising. As for the other yin-lei beast, it will simply be diverted as planned. If not, how could these individuals have willingly entered the death zone? It would be relatively easy to defeat them by engaging them outside. But truly eliminating them all—this would be no easy task." The puppet smiled faintly. The other spirits listened silently and fell quiet. "We must also not overlook the yin-lei beast that was sent out after them. We have already dispatched agents to follow it closely. Should that person be swiftly consumed, or if some unforeseen event causes the yin-lei beast to return, we will be promptly informed through the Ten-Thousand-Mile Scroll." The blood-armored puppet added, thinking of something else. "Rest assured, we've sent our most skilled in concealment and teleportation—Bai Gui Yuan—to accompany them. Nothing will be missed." The high-ranking spirit hurried to explain. "Bai Gui Yuan? The one who barely escaped with a broken arm when facing the most formidable outsider?" The Blood-arm Puppet seemed momentarily taken aback. "Indeed, that's her." "Hmm. With someone like her, we should have no worries. Let's set off. The outsiders are likely now entering the underground palace of the Divine Pool." The Blood-arm Puppet nodded and gave the order. All the spirits responded with solemnity. Immediately, three of them followed the Blood-arm Puppet into the blue corridor, while the remaining two high-ranking spirits roared into the sky, and from the surrounding black clouds, countless skeletal shadows surged forth, their ghostly wails echoing loudly. ...Han Li raised his hand, and instantly, seven or eight golden arcs shot backward in succession, thundering into the air, aimed precisely at the pursuers who had now reached over a hundred paces behind him. There, a shimmering arc of silver flickered and danced—exactly the same creature that had been pursued for countless miles beyond. Upon seeing the golden arc approach, the beast did not grow startled or agitated but instead brightened with excitement. As it opened its mouth, a wave of silver mist surged forth. When several divine thunder bolts touched this mist, they instantly vanished, swept into the stream, and then were drawn back into the beast’s mouth with a deep, resonant intake. With a gentle licking of its broad muzzle, low rumbling sounds echoed from within its belly. The creature’s eyes gleamed with delight, as though it had just savored a delicacy from human lands. Taking advantage of this, Han Li gave a firm flap of his wings behind him, transforming his body into a strand of crystalline filament that vanished instantly. After a few swift movements, he appeared hundreds of paces away, momentarily distancing himself from the beast. Yet the creature, though now in pursuit, did not rush immediately. After a deep, rolling roar, it wrapped silver arcs around its limbs and surged forward with renewed vigor. Han Li did not need to turn to know every move the beast made. The same maneuver had been repeated countless times along this journey. This beast's speed in evading was even faster than when it flew at full power, just a fraction of a breath ahead. Even after gaining a small distance, it was soon gradually closing the gap, inch by inch, and then, without hesitation, launched a distant assault. Initially, it unleashed a series of silver lightning arcs from its mouth, each one astonishingly powerful. Yet, under the protection of the Divine-Exorcising Lightning and his Lightning Robe, Han Li effortlessly absorbed them all. Upon seeing this, the冥雷 beast immediately ceased its lightning blasts and instead projected a series of jade-green claw beams. These beams began only palm-sized when emitted from the beast's claws, but as soon as they moved away, they expanded rapidly into beams several zhang long, crackling with the sound of rushing air. With just a few such beams striking, even the surrounding air was completely drawn in, creating an eerie sensation of being utterly helpless and unable to escape. Had it not been for the Wind and Thunder Wings behind Han Li, which could temporarily merge the two forms of Wind and Thunder teleportation, he might have lost half his life in this single blow. Even so, he remained perilously close, repeatedly narrowly avoiding strikes from the creature's claws. On one occasion not long ago, merely a slight brush from the claw's aura had immediately caused him significant hardship. Thanks to the indeed marvelous Qiuan Fan bestowed by the white-haired woman, which transformed into a vast Taiji diagram to absorb much of the assault, Han Li was still shaken—his defensive armor cracked, his lightning cannons dispersed, and a small portion of his vital energy damaged. With this, Han Li dared not allow the beast to come within half a point of him. He could only continuously unleash his Divine-Defeating Lightning Bolts just as the creature approached, temporarily slowing its pursuit. Meanwhile, despite the constant absorption of these Divine-Defeating Lightning Bolts, the Yin-Lei Beast seemed neither eager to finish off Han Li, but instead persisted in its relentless pursuit. Now, nearly half an hour has passed, and Han Li has already carried the beast beyond the edge of the gray mountain range, drifting ever farther. This is due to his far deeper cultivation power compared to others at the same stage, combined with his mastery of evasive techniques and his abundant supply of divine-protecting thunder bolts. Had it been any other being at the Huashen or Lianxu stage, they would have already been caught and devoured by this creature. It's no surprise, then, that the six others believed Han Li's role as a lure to be perilous. To break through the Yinhe seal, Han Li had already expended a significant number of divine-protecting thunder bolts. Without these thunder bolts serving as a constant anchor, the six others naturally assumed he could not sustain much longer. As he carefully maintained vigilance over the thunder-beast trailing behind, Han Li quietly assessed that the others were likely to have broken the seal and would no longer have the capacity to attend to him. He began to consider his escape strategy. Ordinary methods would utterly fail against this formidable beast. His only reliance rested upon the dozens of thunder pearls on his person, two newly crafted talismans, and his final reserve—the matured, gold The first two items are consumables, originally intended for use on Luofu and others. The third one, however, incurs significant damage to one's spiritual awareness; it would not even be used during moments when life hangs in the balance. Han Li's eyes flickered, his thoughts rapidly spinning as he pondered... With hundreds or even thousands of Golden-Feeding Insects, he could not command them to attack the enemy directly, but he could send a few out to harass the冥雷 beasts behind him—this was something worth attempting. He didn’t need to defeat the beasts entirely; merely slowing their speed would allow him to escape safely. To ensure greater success, he would also employ a few seals in coordination. After deep contemplation, Han Li finally devised a method that, though not ideal, was feasible. He then took a deep breath and instantly established a connection between his spiritual awareness and the spirit-beast ring concealed within his body.