The foreigner who spoke next immediately grew furious upon hearing the words of the elder and the woman, cutting short his remarks altogether. The four war chariots instantly emitted a resonant hum, converging toward a single one. As a result, the light dimmed, and a hitherto unfamiliar, vastly larger war chariot emerged—several times the size of the previous ones. This chariot measured over ten zhang in length, shaped like a rhombus, and featured a strange, serpentine head at its front—neither clearly a dragon nor a serpent. At the very moment the giant chariot appeared, a flash of colorful light rippled through the surroundings, revealing two pairs of slender, delicate wings resembling dragonflies. Both the woman and the elder were startled by this sight. "Hurry!" the elder, though not overly composed, suddenly shouted to Qu'er behind him, then abruptly changed the direction of their flight, merging seamlessly with the woman's light to break through the air at a speed several times greater than before. At the same time, as the fourth pair of wings of the trailing chariot flickered, the monstrous head carved at the front revealed a flash of crimson light in its eyes, then vanished in a single "whoosh" right where it stood. With the elder's reminder, Qu'er naturally sensed the scene behind her. Startled, she felt her body's white glow surge suddenly, and instinctively intended to unleash a secret technique at the cost of her true energy to accelerate her retreat. Yet clearly, this effort came too late. As the space above rippled, a hazy green light burst forth from the void, and then, amid a strange laugh, a massive claw several zhang in length emerged from the light, sweeping down to grasp the retreating glow. Though Qu'er was not the primary target of their pursuit, once they had caught up, they showed no intention of letting her go—there was a clear determination to eliminate her in the process. The young girl glowing in white grew pale, gritted her teeth, and with a single hand gesture, instantly expelled hundreds of sharp, shimmering blades from her body, which then surged forth in a flurry of rapid slashes toward the advancing giant claw. "Ah!" a surprised sound rang out from within the chariot, yet the giant claw showed no sign of pausing. Instead, a shimmering green light burst forth from its palm, roaring with a thunderous crash, and swiftly swept open half of the flying daggers, with its five fingers still pressing down like massive pillars. "Ah!" the young girl gazed at the claw that blocked the sky, her face now pale and lifeless. She was well aware that her own modest abilities were utterly insufficient to withstand such a stunning assault. Just as the moment seemed to hang in the balance, a cold exhalation echoed suddenly from the nearby void! Though the sound was soft, it clearly reached every listener. Instantly, a silver seal, the size of a small acre, materialized in midair. A gust of wind and thunder surged as the great seal crashed into the giant claw. "Boom!" The claw, though massive in itself, could not withstand the impact of the seal, which seemed like a small mountain. In the wake of the explosion, it dissolved into nothing, as if melting like spring snow. "Who is it?" "Dauntless in meddling with our Rong clan's affairs!" A roar erupted in the azure light, and as the luminous glow receded, a rhombus-shaped war chariot revealed itself, its slender, translucent wing appendages trembling continuously. Standing on the chariot were four figures entirely enveloped in green light. At first glance, they resembled human beings, yet upon closer inspection, they were distinctly unlike ordinary humans—covered in hard, jade-green fur, and their heads bore a fierce, wolf-like appearance, instantly sending a chill through the observer. "Since you have attacked my servants, test then the new treasures I have acquired," a man's voice resonated coldly from the void. Instantly, the figures shifted, and a young man with crystalline, feathered wings materialized in midair. With a graceful gesture, a gleaming ruler materialized in his hand—clearly the one who had just summoned his wind-and-thunder wings, traversing the void to reach them. The silver seal just released was precisely the one transformed from the Tian Gang Seal. As his cultivation advanced, the power he wielded in his hands had grown vastly beyond what it had been before, enabling him to effortlessly disperse the giant claw formed by the foreign beings with a single strike. Now that Han Li's inner energy was fully restored and had just perfected the Supreme Treasure Technique of the Huan Yuan Scale, he naturally had no hesitation regarding the four foreign beings before him. Upon seeing them attack Qu'er, his killing intent immediately surged. With a simple flick of his wrist, the Huan Yuan Scale hummed softly, and waves of scale-shadows surged forth, swiftly engulfing his form. "Thank you, Master!" "Hmm, Master Han!" Two distinct voices echoed simultaneously. Qu'er expressed her gratitude with a joyful expression, while the elder who had been fleeing suddenly gasped out in surprise. Han Li's expression shifted, and he glanced toward the now-still light trail ahead, where the figure of the woman and the elder had finally come into view. The elder seemed somewhat familiar, while the woman was immediately recognized by him. It was precisely during their time in Yun City that they had joined forces with the "Moon Immortal Maiden" to lead the team into the Guanghan Realm. This lady, usually calm and composed, now gazed at Han Li with a subtle expression of surprise. Meanwhile, the elder exhaled a deep sigh of relief. To him, having one more ally meant that even if they still weren't quite matched against the military tribesmen, their chances of survival had significantly improved. Indeed, he remembered clearly that Han Li had been the leader of another group, and there might well be other Tian Yun allies nearby. Han Li himself was also somewhat surprised, yet he merely nodded slightly to the two of them, and at that moment, a shimmering shadow before him roared forward, shooting straight toward the four foreign warriors across the field. A dazzling wave of silver light surged forth, seemingly endless and overwhelming in its momentum! Upon witnessing this spectacle, the four members of the military tribe in the flying chariot were first stunned, and immediately, two of them launched their attacks without hesitation. One person flipped his hand once, and a dark banner materialized in his grasp. As the shadow of the measuring rod swayed before it, countless streams of black mist surged upward, transforming into thick black ropes. Another person opened his mouth and exhaled a green copper mirror, which spun smoothly before expanding into a height of several feet. A flash of green light rippled across the mirror's surface, and then a surge of green flames erupted from it, spiraling skyward. The other two figures within the war chariot merely stared coldly at Han Li, showing no intention to intervene—clearly believing that their two companions were more than sufficient to handle this level of attack. Han Li watched the scene, his lips twitching slightly, then his palm, holding the Huan Yuan Rod, glowed with intense, pure spiritual energy. This refined energy flowed into the pool like a mighty river. The slightly blurred shadow of the rod in the void, illuminated by the bursts of light, gradually solidified into several slender silver rods, each about half a foot long, shimmering with electric glimmers and silver arcs. A deep, resonant roar echoed through the air. Innumerable silver measuring rods surged into the black mist and green flame, sweeping through them with a single motion and swiftly extinguishing both, gaining a decisive advantage at once. "Hmm, indeed, some skill," one of the two non-Human beings who had remained seated in the flying chariot furrowed his brow, shaking his sleeve slightly toward Han Li. A flash of red, and a crimson orb shot forth. As the orb moved, it expanded to the size of a human head, its surface adorned with swirling red runes, and billowing clouds of fire materialized spontaneously around it. Han Li, observing from afar, narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached out with a dark, ink-black palm toward the void. "Pop!" A small mountain of black, towering a zhang in height, appeared mysteriously above the massive orb and began to descend. The non-Human who had just summoned the orb was startled upon seeing this. This orb was not meant for direct collision with other artifacts—upon seeing the sudden development, he grew anxious and immediately accelerated his spell sequence. The massive crimson orb, upon a sudden flicker, instantly manifested a dozen identical phantom images. Then, with a resonant hum, it trembled and shot out in all directions. The countless silver measuring rods that had previously pressed Black Xue and Green Yan back step by step suddenly changed direction, shooting upward toward the same point in the sky. Instantly, a massive rod several dozen feet long emerged, shimmering with silver light. By the time a dozen crimson streaks flashed and vanished, they had already reached in front of Han Li. Without a word, Han Li simply swept his dark palm forward. At once, a hazy, misty light curtain materialized before him. As the crimson streaks shot into the curtain, they were immediately engulfed by the gray mist and spun around in place, unable to advance further—revealing themselves to be a dozen crimson flying daggers. Almost simultaneously, Han Li tightened his grip on the Hùn Yuán Rod and, with a swift stroke of his palm through the empty space in front of him, drew forth his precious artifact. Immediately, the colossal silver rod emitted a long, resonant roar like a dragon's cry, then trembled and surged forward, charging straight toward the flying carriage to deliver a powerful strike. The other two Rong族 members witnessing this naturally would not allow the situation to unfold easily. Without hesitation, they each activated their own precious artifacts in the sky. Immediately, Black So struck a series of sharp rushing sounds, instantly transforming into a broad black net that blocked the lower area. Meanwhile, the mirror emitting green flames changed its direction, projecting a thick beam of green light directly toward the giant measuring rod. A deep, resonant boom echoed. The giant measuring rod, though momentarily blurred, was easily shattered by the single impact of the green beam—so fragile it seemed as if made of paper, a stark contrast to its earlier imposing presence! The Rong族 members who had been driving the black banner and the mirror were momentarily stunned. Yet at this moment, the final Rong族 member, who had remained silent throughout, suddenly frowned and shouted, "Be careful!" Then, with a single sweeping motion of his hand toward the sky, he sent a grayish blade of light rushing forth, cutting through the air. And in the void, a shimmer of silver shifted, and a somewhat blurred giant measuring rod materialized silently. A strange phenomenon unfolded. The gray sword clearly struck the silver rod, yet it passed through as if it had only severed a phantom. Then, as the silver rod flickered, it suddenly appeared atop the warrior of the Rong tribe who had been waving the banner, and with a sudden, thunderous descent, it struck him hard.