The giant bee nodded in response, then made no further movement—immediately, the hundreds of magical bees around it surged forward. The five, Qi, and the two others exchanged soft murmurs before following in. As the bee swarm flew just a short distance into the misty sea, they suddenly emitted a resonant "humm," transforming into blooming clusters of jade-blue flowers and shooting out in all directions. The giant bee itself, however, moved slowly, even falling behind the five, Qi, and the yellow-robed figure formed by the magical eagle. The other two magical bees regarded this with calm familiarity, showing no surprise. Though the thousand-bee duplication technique was powerful, it came at the cost of the giant bee's own cultivation dropping by half—thus, it remained cautious. As the numerous magical bee duplicates danced and swept through the mist, they thoroughly searched the surrounding area and advanced steadily. The misty sea itself stretched only about a hundred miles—far from vast—and within just one hour, the three beasts had penetrated nearly half of it. Yet, despite this progress, they still found nothing. Yet more so, the Wuyi's expression grew increasingly solemn, and the other two beasts also stood with serious countenances. A little while later, as the swarm of bees approached a patch of thicker mist, suddenly, some fifty paces away, a soft "pffft" sound echoed, followed by a flash of golden light—then a long, sharp blade materialized out of the mist, slicing through a magi-bee in two with remarkable precision and grace. Yet the great blue bee itself, with its wings spread, continued to fly at ordinary speed. Under the swift, lightning-fast pursuit ahead, both the golden shadow bee and the black wind bee vanished in a flash within a short while. Seeing this, the blue bee blinked its compound eyes, paused its wings, and seemed unwilling to advance further. At that very moment, a sharp crackling sound erupted within the gray mist above the magic beast's head, and a beam of golden light burst forth, swiftly darting toward the blue bee's head. The golden light was astonishingly bright, and before it even reached the great bee, a powerful spiritual pressure enveloped it. The blue bee's cultivation level had originally been the lowest among the three double-ant magic beings, and it had further diminished after employing the thousand-bee duplication technique. Witnessing the golden light approaching with such overwhelming force, a flicker of alarm appeared in its eyes. Yet strangely, the magic beast remained motionless in midair, showing no sign of evading. As the golden light flashed, poised to directly pierce the giant bee's head, a sudden ripple of the void surged, and a slender, bone-white spear materialized before the demon. With a crisp "clang," the spear met the golden light head-on, black flames surging outward and bouncing the light back. The golden light then spun and revealed its true form—a gleaming golden lance. Simultaneously, a cluster of yellow light bloomed before the green bee, within which a figure emerged, faintly visible. It was the yellow-robed figure who had seemingly fled long ago—the transformed form of the demon eagle. He raised a hand, and with a swift "whoosh," the bone spear darted into his grasp; with the other hand, he waved, and a golden circular shield materialized, shielding him. Yet now, his face bore an odd expression, his eyes gleaming as he fixed intently on the gray mist where the golden light had originated. Suddenly, a flash of black light erupted above the mist, and two shadowy forms—each as large as a round table—emerged, plunging downward with great force. A fierce wind roared, and thunderous sounds surged forth. A black silhouette flashed, and the void twisted and blurred as if about to tear apart. At the same time, an invisible force instantly ruptured the mist below. Suddenly, another figure, glowing faintly with golden light, emerged. As soon as the figure became visible, he appeared greatly agitated, quickly raising both hands and striking the empty space above. Two golden fist-images shot forth, aimed directly at the black silhouette in the air. The golden figure himself also began to surge forward, transforming into a streak of brilliant light and racing away. "Where do you think you're going!" roared a thunderous voice from above. As the two black silhouettes descended, a wave of black mist flashed and shattered the golden fist-images, then, with a sudden movement, revealed two massive black hammers. The two hammers spun rapidly in the air, and instantly two powerful suction forces materialized, enveloping everything within a radius of twenty paces below. Even as the golden figure's streak of light had just traveled ten paces beyond, it suddenly slowed down, its momentum faltering. The yellow-robed figure, watching from afar, suddenly swept out his arm. Instantly, his bone spear roared and surged forward as a streak of black light, flashing like lightning. At the same time, the giant peak bee vibrated sharply at the base of its tail, launching a strand of jade-green silk that shot forth. In a flash, both arrived before the golden figure. Though the green silk seemed unimpressive, it reached the golden figure just a moment after the black streak—only slightly blurring—before seamlessly merging into the golden form. The golden figure shivered, its radiance dimming momentarily, and a pungent, sour odor spread out. Then, the black streak trembled and pierced through the golden figure's dantian, igniting a layer of black flame that surged across his body, completely engulfing him. At that very instant, one of the massive black hammers suspended in the air descended, striking solidly upon the black flame. A thunderous roar erupted—crushing and overwhelming! The black flame, along with the golden figure it contained, was instantly reduced to ash and vaporized. At a height of several dozen zhang, the space rippled and trembled until the towering figure of the two-horned mage suddenly emerged from the void. He gazed down at the scene below, a grim smile playing on his lips. The distant magpie eagle and the green bee, witnessing this, also broke into smiles. Having executed their prearranged strategy—first using the swarm to stir up alarm, then deliberately exposing the giant peak to lure the enemy—they had successfully achieved their objective, eliminating this formidable adversary. Yet, as the three felt a sense of relief settle in, a long, jade-green sword appeared without any prior sign in the space several zhang behind the green giant bees, emitting a low hum before swiftly transforming into a brilliant, piercing beam of light and vanishing in an instant. "Not good!" The azure giant bee, a high-tier beast equivalent to a Xuangui stage existence, instantly sensed the anomaly behind it almost simultaneously. Startled, it didn't hesitate—its conical tail surged suddenly, and a shimmering, venomous spine of jade-green hue erupted, stretching a foot in length. With a sharp tremor, it vibrated, releasing cascading waves of piercing, high-pitched cries. The layers of spines instantly enveloped the entire body of the giant bee. A streak of jade-green silk flashed through the air! The giant bee shuddered and was suddenly split in two, its remains plummeting straight down from the sky. As for the phantom spine that had formed, it quietly fragmented into two pieces, utterly unable to withstand the force. A soft "pffft" sound, and a cluster of green flames burst upward from the half-ripped corpse. "Master! Save me!" A small, miniature azure bee, visible within the flames, cried out in panic, swiftly darting toward the nearest yellow-robed figure. By this time, the magical eagle named Ei-tō had also noticed the dramatic changes behind him, his face pale with shock. Without a word, he shook his sleeve, and a surge of black energy surged forth, aiming to envelop the giant bee's spirit within it. Suddenly, a cold exhalation echoed from the void. Upon hearing it, the yellow-robed figure felt a sharp, piercing pain as though a sharp cone had been driven into his head, causing him to gasp in agony and plummet downward like a falling bird. At close range, a thunderclap erupted, followed instantly by a flash of pale blue-white lightning, and a hand of pure white jade extended forth. With a flick of his five fingers, a cascade of five-colored flames erupted, instantly engulfing the demon. The yellow-robed figure, who had just begun to descend, suddenly froze mid-air. During this brief pause, the hand's five fingers parted, transforming into a radiant, strange golden hue, and then surged forward with the power of lightning and thunder, piercing directly into the magical eagle's chest. The yellow-robed figure's face turned ashen. Though his consciousness still ached intensely, he was no ordinary being—on the brink of life and death, he suddenly suppressed all other distractions and managed to stir a thread of spiritual awareness. The golden circular shield floating before him flashed once, then expanded several times in size, its surface now displaying a cluster of oddly shaped, varying-sized runes in shimmering gold. The shield’s full power was instantly awakened, fully shielding his form behind it. For the demon, the sharp pain in his head was rapidly easing; as long as he could withstand this strike, his life would be secured, and he could then launch a powerful counterattack. Just as this thought formed in the demon eagle’s mind, a flash of golden light erupted—his golden palm plunged directly into the shield, showing no intention to evade. A piercing roar burst forth, and as the golden light flickered, the palm sank fully into the shield, then pierced through the yellow-robed figure’s chest, extracting his inner magical core with a single motion. Then, the entire arm flashed with silver light, and suddenly a surge of silver flame erupted, instantly enveloping the magical eagle's body. The lingering spirit within could only emit a final cry of sorrow before fading into a thin green mist, vanishing without a trace. As the streaks of pale blue lightning subsided, a young man clad in green robes, with a pair of feathered wings behind him, stepped into view with a composed expression, slowly drawing back his arm. In his palm he held a faintly glowing, pale black magical core. This young man was Han Li. Upon witnessing this scene, the green-bee spirit, which had been rushing toward this direction, was instantly stunned, its body shimmering with green light as it attempted to alter course and flee. Yet it was too late! Han Li's lips curled into a mocking expression, and with a flick of his other arm's sleeve, a hazy, misty glow surged forth from the sleeve, swiftly engulfing the fleeing green-bee spirit. Then, in the radiance of the yuan-magnetic divine light, countless beams of light burst forth. The miniature green bee let out a dull hum and was abruptly crushed and burst apart by the gray light aura, its scattered green glimmers fading into nothing.