A surge of mist rolled through the green pool below, releasing a pure stream of spiritual energy. The two Yin-Lei beasts exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and fury, then roared violently. As their electric arcs settled, their lower bodies straightened, and they stood upright—like ordinary humans. A series of dark, strange winds emerged around them, swirling rapidly and engulfing the two fierce beasts completely. The white-haired woman and the others, Mu Qing and her companions, were struck with alarm. Drawing upon their experience, they knew that nothing good could be expected from this development—the two Yin-Lei beasts clearly prepared to unleash some powerful technique. Immediately, the woman emitted a low, resonant cry. Her head of white hair instantly grew extraordinarily long, and she dipped her head toward the opposite void, then swept it gracefully. A multitude of white beams shot forth, instantly enveloping the dark winds beneath them. Each beam was straight as a needle, emitting a sharp, piercing cry, and radiating immense power. Mu Qing, with a single hand gesture, emitted a brilliant aura of霞light, causing large, bowl-sized floral shadows to drift and materialize around him. After slightly blurring, these shadows transformed into colorful dharma wheels. The edges of these wheels were astonishingly thin, and as they spun smoothly, they silently burst forth without a sound. At once, the air shimmered with cold brilliance and white radiance, creating an eerie, spine-tingling effect—two divine powers clearly of no ordinary magnitude. Yet, an unexpected development unfolded: the two beasts within the black wind remained completely still, neither moving nor reacting, as the dharma wheels and white beams continued to rush in. However, a strange metallic grinding sound soon emerged from within, and then all the attacks were effortlessly rebounded back into the wind as if they had struck an impenetrable wall of iron and steel. The two women were momentarily stunned. At that moment, the black wind dispersed smoothly, revealing two towering figures, each ten zhang in height, with fierce, monstrous appearances. They bore horns on their heads and were clad in silver scales—exactly the forms the original Yin-Lei Beasts had transformed into. Yet their limbs and bodies were remarkably humanoid! What caused Mu Qing's expression to tighten was that as soon as the two beasts took their full form, they immediately began to manipulate hand seals, each then exhaling a distinct object. One emitted a dark, shimmering glow—revealing a slender, dark-flag. The other released a cascade of white light—unfolding an exquisitely crafted ritual disk. "Unfortunate! We must act quickly—these creatures intend to activate the restrictions laid down by the Fúyóu clan!" the blood-robed figure reacted first, suddenly gasping in alarm. He then, unable to return to his own form, first shook his sleeves, sending forth two short swords several inches long, which sang softly as they flew out, then vanished, transforming into two streaks of crimson light that plunged directly toward the two objects. The two humanoid Yin-Lei beasts, however, seemed well-prepared. Simultaneously, they tilted their heads, and each of their twin horns detached of their own accord, transforming into streams of lightning that met the incoming attacks. With a thunderous "crash!" and "crash!" as the horns made contact with the crimson light, a brilliant The power unleashed was astonishing! It was no surprise, for these two horns were the hardest parts of the two beasts themselves, having been refined and strengthened over countless tens of thousands of years—indeed, in terms of resilience, they were equal to even spiritual artifact-level blades or swords. When the two fierce beasts transformed and fully unleashed their might, the resulting power was truly breathtaking. With a single surge of his crimson robe, a layer of crimson light shimmered into being upon his body. Though these two blood puppets were not weak in strength, their two horns suddenly fused into a single streak of lightning, flashing like a spear of thunder that pierced through the two blood forms, embedding itself firmly into the robe-clad figure. The two central blood forms instantly dissolved and vanished amidst the thunderous crackle, while the crimson light shield only paused momentarily before being easily ruptured, as if paper-thin. A tremendous roar echoed through the air, revealing a blood-wound the size of a large bowl at the chest of the robe-clad figure. The figure's eyes flashed with unusual light, and his hands rapidly pounded against his body, pressing down with the force of a wheel. In a single breath, he managed to affix over a dozen crimson seals. An odd phenomenon unfolded. Despite the vast size of the wound, no blood dripped from within. Instead, the flesh around the edges surged and rapidly contracted, swiftly healing inward. Seeing this, the beautiful woman and Mu Qing both relaxed. If the blood-robed figures had truly been eliminated by mere oversight, the two women alone would have been unable to withstand the combined assault of the two冥雷 beasts for long. Yet at that moment, the lightning spear spun once behind them, then darted sharply back. This time, it was precisely aimed at the heads of the blood-robed figures. However, before Mu Qing and her husband could intervene, a sudden black silhouette flashed across the sky, and a broad, purple-red hand—like a fan—reached out and seized it. Though this hand was unusually large, its movements were astonishingly swift. As the hand blurred slightly, then flashed into the air, it effortlessly grasped the spear and held it firmly. But at the very next instant, a thunderous roar erupted within the hand! The spear burst forth with countless streaks of electricity, wriggling like silver serpents and shooting out through the gaps between the fingers. After several such flashes, the spear reached the two humanoid冥雷 beasts, then flickered and split into two, reinserting itself into the heads of each, transforming into two slender, silvery horns with single antlers. The two figures appeared shimmering and radiant, having endured their intense combat without a single hair or strand damaged. However, precisely because of this brief pause, the two beasts on the opposite side had already completed their activation of the small banner and the ritual disk before them. As soon as they opened their mouths, two clots of vital essence transformed into mist and sprayed onto the instruments. The banner and the disk flashed with light, instantly absorbing the mist completely. Then, one surged upward, forming a dark, stormy cloud that rose into the sky, while the other shimmered and vanished into the ceiling. Meanwhile, the ritual disk descended, dissolving into a trail of white vapor that sank into the ground. Wood Qing and the white-haired woman were startled, still hesitating to move and engage the two beasts immediately, when a sudden development occurred! Suddenly, the finely crafted surface of the ceiling above radiated an intense glow, and intricate black patterns emerged—like wriggling earthworms swiftly assembling—eventually coalescing into a vast, dark, imposing magical array. The legal array shimmered with black light, its center especially deep and profound, where fierce winds roared, as if it had forcibly carved a path to another realm. At the same time, the ground beneath burst forth with brilliant white light, one after another, large glyph symbols rising like fists from the earth. Instantly, the previously trembling and humming green pool, as the glyphs emerged, surged with mist and revealed a large golden light array. As soon as this golden array rose from the mist, it fully enveloped the entire pool beneath it, its golden radiance so intense that it rendered direct viewing impossible. Though the condition of the pool beneath the array remained unknown, the unusual tremors and disturbances on the pool's surface vanished instantly. Mu Qing and the white-haired woman, who had just been stationed there, were naturally both astonished and furious. Though they firmly believed that Lu Zhu would not be so simply trapped below, once this seal had been activated, it was clearly unlikely that they could obtain the divine milk within a short time. Even more troublesome, the black luminous array floating in the air was continuously expanding, enveloping several figures beneath it, and under the fierce gaze of the two beasts, it gradually detached from the ceiling of the hall, descending steadily. Now, they either had to yield the space above the green pool or face the seal head-on. "Wood friend, we'll combine our strength and strike first to shatter this array. Earth-blood brother, you and the puppet will take care of us for a while." As Wood Qing hesitated slightly, a clear, elderly voice—soft and graceful, with silver hair—suddenly reached him from within Blood Ear. She nodded instantly. It seemed only this course remained. At the same time, the figure dressed in a blood-red robe standing atop the purple-blood puppet also received the same transmission. Now, the large wound on his chest—once life-threatening to ordinary people—had healed to nearly full extent. Aside from a slight dimming of his eyes, he appeared in excellent condition. Upon hearing the elder woman's voice, the blood-robed figure furrowed his brow and then glanced at the purple-blooded automaton gripping the lightning spear. He noticed that the inner sides of the automaton's fingers were blackened, with a faint smell of burnt material wafting from them. After a deep breath, the figure slowly nodded. With a sudden thrust of his single foot against the purple-blooded automaton beneath him, he reached into his sleeve with one hand and cast out a golden wooden box. While muttering softly, he pointed at the automaton, and instantly the lid flew open, releasing seven beams of light of varying colors. As the light settled, seven automata of diverse forms emerged. Some resembled beasts, others wore the attire of flying spirits, while others were half-human, half-beast. Among them were even two insect-shaped automata—one resembling a massive earthworm, the other a colossal ant magnified countless times. All seven were crafted from metal, their bodies adorned with intricate runes, clearly the meticulous work of the earth-blood elder. The white-haired woman broke into a soft, low laugh upon seeing the scene. With a smooth spin of her body, eight strands of black qi shot out from her, each containing a faint, armored figure. These were precisely the eight Yin Jia Gui Wangs she had previously gathered and kept hidden, allowing them to recover their vital energies. As soon as the eight ghost kings appeared, they immediately settled cross-legged around the white-haired woman, their dark,阴 qi spreading out and forming within moments a vast black cloud, stretching about an acre in size. Meanwhile, Mu Qing shifted her form, her skin suddenly turning a vibrant green. With both hands forming gestures, countless green threads emerged and transformed into a myriad of rare flowers and herbs, instantly blooming and shimmering around her, gently surrounding her. The two half-human, half-phantom Ming Lei Beasts floating above, however, paid no attention to the actions of the three below. They simply flashed with vibrant spiritual light, vigorously reinforcing the celestial spell array in the air, clearly confident in their ability to maintain the seal. As it seemed both parties were truly about to settle the matter of life and death right then, Han Li, who had been standing in the corner, suddenly stirred. He shook his sleeve slightly, and several dozen jade-like round beads rolled into his palm. Then, with a slight narrowing of his eyes, he gazed calmly toward another corner of the hall. There, the green mist surrounding the beads finally began to stir and take action! (Finally finished this chapter this morning. Hehe, please don't mind—my thoughts are still adjusting, so it's taking a bit longer than usual!) Additionally, I'd like to recommend a new book by a friend of mine, titled "The Elite Family," book number 1736660. When water is full, it overflows; when the moon is full, it wanes. Starting a business is hard, but sustaining it is even harder... In the struggle of the elite family, who will truly stand as the pillar, turning the tide? The efforts of the third generation of red-elite families are no less than those of ordinary individuals. I really like it—those who enjoy this genre should definitely give it a try. The author is a seasoned writer with strong command and depth.