The purple-blooded puppet materialized, its six eyes simultaneously rotating, emitting an eerie glow of blood. Suddenly, it extended both hands in mid-air, and a massive blood-colored axe materialized in its grasp. The axe descended with the force of a small mountain, pressing down with tremendous pressure. Before it even made contact, an astonishing gust of wind surged forth, roaring and violently shaking the silver electric arcs beneath, as if it were about to cleave them apart. A roar of a beast erupted from within the lightning, and the arcs beneath instantly came to life, intertwining and weaving together, transforming in the midst of the thunder into a silver lightning sword that surged upward to meet the assault. With a thunderous crash, the blood glow and electric arcs collided, causing both great blades to tremble and shatter simultaneously, vanishing completely. A flash of lightning followed, and several long, jade-green claw-like streaks emerged, shooting directly toward the purple-blooded puppet. Observing this from atop the puppet's shoulder, the blood-draped figure exhaled a cold sneer, then opened his mouth, spitting out a glob of pure blood, and, with a swift motion, caught it again before hurling it forward. The cluster of vital essence spun around and transformed into a long, blood-red spear, shooting forth. With several "pffft" sounds, the spear instantly pierced several clawed streaks, vanishing in an instant as it plunged into the electric currents below. But suddenly, a flash of silver revealed a magnified phantom of a冥雷兽's head emerging from the lightning. As it opened its mouth, it swallowed the blood spear whole, then exhaled—a remarkably thick arc of electricity surged forward, forming a silver serpent aimed directly at the blood-robed figure. The blood eyes of the purple-blooded puppet flickered, and two streaks of blood light shot out, precisely striking the electric serpent, causing both to dissipate simultaneously. In a swift exchange between the purple-blooded puppet and the冥雷兽, neither gained a clear advantage. Yet immediately, countless green threads shot upward from the blood mist, gathering swiftly into a single point, and in the flickering green light, materialized into a slender figure, her feet adorned with golden blossoms—none other than Mu Qing herself. At the same time, as the gusty wind whipped around, the figure of the white-haired woman emerged. Both of them were deeply serious, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on the creature's horned head. Upon seeing this, the Yami-Lei Beast's head grew fierce, and great flashes of lightning erupted beneath it, revealing a second, single-horned phantom head—slightly smaller than the first, with a more delicate horn. Seeing both Yami-Lei Beast heads, the white-haired woman's expression grew troubled, murmuring, "There are two Yami-Lei Beasts here. I thought the Yami-Lei Beasts were formidable—how then did Zhu Daojun fall so easily during his previous incursion?" "But now, what good does it do? The divine elixir is connected to the local spirit veins. To sever this link and remove them, we must gain more time. We have only one option: to fight with all our might." The blood-draped man snorted, speaking in a gloomy tone, clearly not in a good mood. Wood Qing and the white-haired woman exchanged glances. The blood-draped man's demeanor was entirely expected. Whoever suddenly learns that their outer presence has been extinguished would hardly be able to stay calm without bursting into rage. "Earth-blood brother, it's been some time now since your outer form was eliminated—indeed, even before the other冥雷兽 returned. It seems that besides these two冥雷兽, something else must have arrived here. Either they've stayed outside to ambush us, or they've already infiltrated this very place. Perhaps they're watching us fight these two冥雷兽 right now." Mu Qing's eyes flashed with cold light as she spoke slowly. "But what can we do now? These two冥雷兽 have already proven so difficult to handle—how could we possibly attend to anything else? I've always felt no trace of Han's presence, which suggests he's indeed been eliminated by the other冥雷兽. That's truly a great loss." The white-haired lady sighed. "Given that the冥雷兽 returned so swiftly, Han must be in serious danger. Our immediate priority should be to deal with these two冥雷兽." Although these two fierce beasts possess only moderate intelligence, their entire body of lightning-based abilities largely counteract ours. Only the Six-Limbed Companion can stand against them, though he is unable to assist us due to his inability to divide his attention—only able to sever the spiritual meridians. It seems we must now make a desperate effort. As for the ones outside who have been eliminating our bodyguards, since they have thus far dared not appear, their strength appears clearly insufficient to pose a serious threat. As long as we remain vigilant and avoid being ambushed, we shall be well protected." The blood-robed figure also spoke up. The white-haired beauty's face darkened, and as her shoulders trembled, a ghostly figure of flowing hair emerged from her head, surging forth a gust of gray, misty阴 wind from its mouth. Mu Qing's body flashed with a surge of green light, and countless strands of green hair shot out. He could not afford to delay! As for the blood-robed figure, though he remained motionless, the six-eyed purple-blooded puppet beneath him opened all six eyes, projecting six beams of bright red light. At the same time, the blood mist at the lowest level stirred violently, rising with determination to counter the group of thunder balls. In an instant, the fierce combat between the three demonic kings and the two spirits of the Underworld erupted into full intensity. The blood mist surged and thunder roared, and a multitude of strange phenomena once again engulfed Mu Qing and the others. Han Li stood quietly near the entrance, his brows furrowed, deeply concentrating on how to rescue Yuan Yao and the other two women. Without that green aura present, everything would have been much simpler. As long as he could strike suddenly when the three demonic kings and the thunder beasts were engaged in their most intense battle and unable to pay attention, he could The others, driven by the spirit milk of the Yami River deity, would likely not give up their opponents to pursue him. But now, there's an unfamiliar green aura emerging—what if this new force intercepts him mid-action? Then he'd surely be in serious trouble! Han Li was unwilling to take such a risk lightly. His eyes flashed continuously, his thoughts racing swiftly. As time passed, the combat between the Yami Thunder Beasts and the white-haired beauty and others grew increasingly intense. The two Yami Thunder Beasts, sensing that further delay would be detrimental to them, grew restless and emitted a thick aura of fury, launching attacks with remarkable vigor. Their roars grew thunderous. Their bodies radiated countless thunder arcs, and their single horns on their heads swelled several times in size. Each surge of electricity shooting forth from the horns resembled celestial spears, capable of sending one of the three King-level beasts staggering back several steps with a single strike. The two beasts now clearly held the upper hand, pressing the three King-level beasts of the Wood and Qing factions firmly. Yet it seemed quite difficult to immediately defeat the three immortal kings and drive them swiftly away from the lower pool. Han Li observed the scene, narrowed his eyes, and then slowly moved his ethereal form toward the distance. Regardless, he would first attend to Yuan Yao and Yan Li. The rest could be handled as circumstances warranted. He was certain he would have to rescue the people. To avoid detection by several combatants and the Yin Lei Beast, Han Li moved with unusually slow deliberation. No one within the hall possessed a cultivation level far exceeding his own. Even with the use of the Taiyi Hua Qing Seal, if a fully alert, combined-stage being focused their awareness on scanning him, there remained a significant chance of discovery. Fortunately, the combatants were engaged in fierce, life-or-death struggles and rarely had the attention to devote to such a task. After Han Li exhaled deeply, he finally circumnavigated the hall and reached the corner near the two women. His gaze swiftly swept over Yuan Yao. At this close range, Han Li observed fine blood veins subtly appearing on the girl's originally porcelain-like complexion. These veins were as fine as hair strands, and ordinary people would barely notice them without the aid of his spiritual sight and proximity. Han Li furrowed his brow. After much deliberation, Han Li could only make such a conservative decision. The primary reason compelling him to act thus was the disappearance of the six-legged beast, the most powerful among the subterranean dragon kings—now completely untraceable. Without knowing where the creature had gone, he dared not make any hasty moves. However, after shifting his gaze from the green vapor, Han Li glanced again at the strange pond beneath the battlefield, naturally suspecting that the six-legged dragon king might be concealed there. After all, the palace was so vast that aside from this pond, there was no other place capable of hiding someone. Yet unfortunately, the floating mist within the pond effectively blocked his spiritual perception. As his spirit senses gently swept over it, he found himself unable to penetrate the mist. What struck him was the exceptional purity of the white spiritual fog—so refined that merely inhaling it seemed to grant him the equivalent of several days of rigorous cultivation. It was precisely this quality that led Han Li to immediately conclude that the substance within the pond was the River of the Underworld's divine milk. Han Li began to find it quite strange that Mu Qing and the other two had not immediately withdrawn from the pool. Though the two Ming Lei beasts were exceptionally powerful, they certainly could not have prevented the three from even seizing the opportunity to steal the divine milk. Especially given that the three had already secured dominance over the green pool's upper airspace—this should have been no difficulty at all. After a moment's reflection, Han Li gradually understood the situation. It wasn't that the green pool was protected by some formidable restriction preventing the three immortal kings from acting boldly, but rather that the method by which they obtained the divine milk itself was somehow unusual, making it difficult for them to secure it easily. Perhaps the fact that the six-legged creature had not yet manifested was directly related to this matter. With this realization, Han Li became even more hesitant to act prematurely. He simply remained beside the two women, patiently waiting for the outcome of the battle above the green pool, or for any movement from the green vapor. Although the seal on his body could not sustain itself for very long, the intensity of the battle in the lower airspace and the growing restlessness of the Yin-Lei Beasts clearly indicated that the situation could not remain stagnant for long. An opportunity could arise at any moment.