So many sonic waves struck the void, bursting forth like a surge of turbulent waves. At once, several long white streaks appeared magically upon the magical spots. Then, under the relentless surge of the waves, a sharp, glass-shattering crack echoed. These white streaks instantly fragmented into countless white filaments, spreading rapidly in all directions. Soon, the entire sky shattered completely. The dark magical aura, like a tide losing its dam, surged down violently, forming an immense expanse of dark magic that spread outward at an astonishing speed. Amidst this flow, dense clusters of colossal magical bats surged downward, emitting sharp cries. Their bodies shimmered with shifting hues of blood, appearing as countless flaming clusters within the dark magic sea, and they too shot out in all directions. More astonishingly, from the depths of the magical spot that had already collapsed into a colossal black hole, a more terrifying growl began to emanate, and it seemed that an increasing number of beasts were preparing to surge into the Spirit Realm. "Unfortunate! The magical race has confirmed their invasion of the Spirit Realm. Our mission is complete—we must begin the transmission and return immediately!" The golden-armored man, finally regaining consciousness from the shattered remnants of the magical spot, exclaimed urgently to the elder. His voice dropped to a near whisper. "Initiate transmission now! Return immediately!" Though the elder was equally alarmed, he issued the command without hesitation, immediately beginning to chant incantations, channeling them into a small magical array beneath his feet. The black-armored guards behind him hurried forward, positioning themselves beside the elder and joining in the spellwork. Immediately, a low hum resonated from the golden vessel beneath, and a hundred or more characters materialized below, spinning gently before coalescing into a luminous, creamy light array. The second vessel, naturally, had already begun its activation. As the light patterns flashed, the entire vessel began to emit a brilliant golden glow, clearly ready to initiate its transmission. The armored man standing on the golden vessel exhaled deeply, his expression finally easing. Yet at that very moment, a sharp voice suddenly rose from above the hidden forest: "It seems fortunate—just as we entered the spiritual realm, we've discovered two cultivators at the stage of Lingxu. Perfect for my own maneuvers!" Upon hearing this, both the man and the elder were startled, turning toward the source of the voice. There, at a height of no more than thirty paces above the two golden vessels, a strangely unattractive young boy had appeared—slender, dark, and short, with a pair of bat-like wings sprouting from his back. This young man had a fierce countenance, with emerald eyes and a pair of bat wings behind him—so large that they surpassed his body by a third. He bore a striking resemblance to the blood-colored magi-bats, yet the power radiating from him was far stronger, by hundreds, if not thousands of times. "Unbelievable—he's a high-tier magical race!" The two Tian Wei officers, a sturdy man and an elder, instantly recognized the oddly unattractive youth and were both deeply startled. They had been closely monitoring the astonishing transformations at the site of the magical spots, yet had completely failed to notice when the young man had silently approached and taken position above them. Nevertheless, as both were at the Lingxu stage, they reacted with equal promptness and decisiveness upon being startled. One suddenly snapped his fingers, launching a dozen silver swords that shot forth like arrows, which then shimmered into dozens of streaks of silver light, rushing forward in a furious barrage. The other raised his hand, sending a vibrant five-colored ring soaring into the air, which instantly expanded into countless swirling rings of five hues, forming a protective shield that encompassed both golden boats. As soon as the two of them moved, one attacked while the other defended, their coordination was perfectly seamless—clearly, they had faced off against enemies together many times before. To them, there was no thought of defeating the high-ranked magical race currently before them. Yet, the solemn bat-winged youth in the sky, with a cold, eerie smile, revealed a row of fine, sharp teeth. Facing fifteen brilliant silver streaks of light, he neither stepped back nor moved—merely opened his mouth. A surge of golden sonic waves erupted, spreading out and instantly engulfing all fifteen sword beams. He suddenly lost the connection to his dozen or so life-long, millennia-old master artifacts—yet before he could even cast another spell to reestablish control over his life sword—the strangely unattractive youth swiftly snapped his back bat-wings. A roar of wind and thunder erupted! The youth's form blurred slightly, then vanished entirely from his spot—only to reappear moments later, mere feet away from the two golden boats, and immediately charge forward, delivering two solid punches at the swirling ring formations. "Boom!" "Boom!"—though the punches merely shimmered with faint streaks of blood, they shattered the dense network of ring formations in a single strike. The youth snapped his bat-wings once more, and in an instant, he materialized behind the tall Han man. With a subtle blur of his hand, he passed through the man's back as if it were nothing. The golden armor, which should have been impossibly resilient, failed to withstand even a fraction of the force. The other several black-armored guards on the same golden vessel, witnessing this scene, naturally had their spirits shattered instantly, no longer able to focus on anything else—fleeing in panic, they all rushed to vanish in a flurry of light, ready to abandon the vessel en masse. Yet, the oddly unattractive young man merely turned his back and, with a single sweep of his bat-wing, sent forth a black blade stretching over a hundred zhang in length—so swift and fleeting that it seemed to vanish in an instant. The black-armored guards cried out in agony as they were instantly transformed into cascades of blood, their inner immortal embryos severed and extinguished at the same time. Then, the young man shifted slightly, and his form dissolved into a radiant pool of blood, enveloping several cultivators on the other golden vessel. Before the blood even touched the ground, a strong scent of blood already filled the air. The stooped elder had no time to react, his face instantly turning pale. Coincidentally, the descending teleportation array suddenly flashed with a white glow, and the entire vessel was suddenly transported away at that very moment. The bloodlight formed by the strangely unattractive young man suddenly surged into empty space, only to reconstitute into human form as the glow faded. He gazed at the remnants of the transmission light array floating in the void, a faint scowl forming on his face. With a flick of his bat-wing, a sudden gale swept away all the scattered fragments of the array. "Hah! Bat-Lei, you failed to even hold onto two human cultivators at the stage of Transcendent Realm—how could I have endured this, thinking I'd get to witness a splendid performance!" A hearty, rough laugh burst forth from behind a nearby massive tree, laced with clear scorn. "Meng Man! It's you! When did you arrive? According to the records, the Lei Niu clan should have entered the Spiritual Realm only in the second wave. Hmph! If it weren't for those human artifacts enabling them to teleport away, how could they have escaped my grasp?" The oddly unattractive youth grew furious, his gaze sharply sweeping toward the tree. To his surprise, the once ordinary giant tree had subtly warped, now transforming into a towering figure of five to six zhang in height, with a jade-green complexion. This towering figure has a pair of black, curved horns growing from his head, a thick layer of yellow hair covering his face, and wears a black leather armor over his massive frame. At his back stand two golden short axes, which he now gazes at the young boy with a mocking expression. Yet upon seeing the boy glaring at him fiercely, the bull-headed being chuckles with a fierce smile, calm and composed: "Recently, our Lei Niu clan has just received a decree from the Sage Ancestor, designated alongside your Magu Bat clan as one of the first families to enter the Spiritual Realm. My people have already crossed over." With that, he raises one hand and casually points toward the distant sky. "That's incredible!" the bat-winged youth is startled, quickly turning to look in the same direction. What he sees is that, streaming down from the ruptured black giant rift, besides the massive, blood-colored flame-lit banners, there now appear a number of enormous green bulls, each stretching ten zhang in length. These colossal beasts, besides their impressive size, are adorned with intricate patterns of silver lines across their bodies, giving an atmosphere of profound mystery. "Hmph. Since it's the Grand Ancestor's command, we'll just have to comply. But I won't be marching alongside you sluggish oxen. With our Blood Bat clan's speed, we can clear out all the human cultivators in the surrounding area within just a few days—and even go on to build a magical city right there." The young man sneered, sounding somewhat disgruntled. "Ah, the Bat Sovereign's point is exactly what I wanted to say. With your Blood Bat clan's strength, you can easily wipe out the lower-tier human cultivators. But as soon as you face any larger human settlements, you'll merely serve as expendable reinforcements—how can you possibly compare to our Lei Niu clan?" The giant chuckled, shaking his head with a cold smile. "Indeed? Then it's settled. In three days, we'll see which clan manages to eliminate the most human cultivators!" The young man exclaimed, now furious. "Agreed. I, Meng, accept this. The losing clan shall receive one-third of all the gains made in the Spirit Realm from the victor." The bull-like giant flashed a cold gleam in his eyes and said, "Let's pledge our oath with a clap of hands!" The oddly unattractive youth raised his brows sharply, his voice stern, and with a flap of his bat wings, instantly materialized before the giant, extending a hand glowing with blood light and pressing it forward. The giant smiled grimly, loosening his arms and then clapping his broad fan-like hand with equal force. "Go, seize a few mortal humans first!" the young man ordered.