"Yes, sir!" The five giant bats spoke in human voices, their wings sweeping out as they moved. But the bull-headed giant, upon seeing this, let out a cold laugh, flipped his hand, and suddenly produced a golden horn from it, placing it to his lips and blowing hard. A deep, resonant sound rang out, echoing across the sky, carrying an unmistakable wild, ancient quality. The large green bulls, previously mingling with the blood-bats, instantly had their eyes blazing red, exhaled white vapor, and then roared together, surging forward in a wave of dark mist, converging toward the giant. Then, as the sound from the giant's horn shifted, a bright, metallic "clang" of golden armor emerged within the deep tone, and with a sudden movement, he transformed into a streak of silver light, racing swiftly toward the distance. Behind him, tens of thousands of thunderous bulls surged forward, forming a mighty, unstoppable tide, rolling steadily onward. The oddly unattractive young man twitched at the corner of his mouth, then immediately emitted a sharp cry. Upon hearing this sound, the blood bats stirred in unison, as though receiving a command, and instantly coalesced into several dozen streams of blood mist, rushing off in all directions. With their numbers exceeding ten times that of the thunder oxen, even when divided into several groups, each group still comprised tens of thousands of blood bats. Consequently, two groups of blood bats now followed the very path the thunder oxen had just taken, maintaining a dignified pace and completely indifferent to being spotted. The young man himself folded his wings and vanished in a streak of blood light, merging seamlessly into the largest of these blood clouds. Amidst the still-rushing magical energy in the sky, a sudden silence fell as these two kinds of beasts departed. But after only a cup of tea's worth of time, the magical aura surged violently, emitting a series of sharp hissing sounds, and gradually revealed massive, lustrous black serpents of varying lengths—some stretching over a hundred zhang, others reaching thirty or forty zhang. Remarkably, on the foreheads of each of these great serpents, a fresh, bright red eye had formed, making them an uncommon group of three-eyed magical serpents. Though their numbers were clearly fewer than those of the thunder oxen and blood bats—only about five or six thousand in total—their collective presence radiated a far more formidable and terrifying atmosphere than either of the earlier two types of beasts. Among them, one particularly colossal serpent, measuring over three hundred zhang in length, bore a high-ranking magical being standing upon its back. The being wore a dark mask and a fierce, verdant armor, his hands folded across his chest as he coldly surveyed the surroundings. Upon seeing no trace of the thunder oxen or blood bats, his pupils slightly constricted, revealing a subtle sense of surprise. Yet, at that moment, he suddenly stepped firmly upon the serpent beneath him. The serpent immediately surged upright at its upper body, emitting a deep, thunderous rumble. As its forehead flashed with bloodlight, two strange blood horns sprouted instantly, and its back rippled and undulated, suddenly expanding a pair of jade-colored flesh wings from within. The other three-eyed magical serpents nearby, witnessing this spectacle, swiftly surged forth with their magical aura, raising their heads in unison and emitting resonant calls, as though paying homage to a sovereign. Only the young green-armored mage remained steadfast atop the transformed giant serpent, his eyes cold and still, his form motionless. This creature measures two zhang in length, with a pale purple body. It has slender, fine antennae on its head, sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, and massive forelimbs resembling blades—much like a colossal mantis. Standing upon this great creature is a small figure about three chi tall. The child appears no older than seven or eight, with a small upturned braid tied at the top of his head, dressed in a light green robe. Three golden small swords are inserted at each shoulder. With clear black-and-white eyes that sparkle as they move, he looks especially endearing. "Indeed, it's Brother Húnzhū. A few years ago, by chance, I obtained a rare medicinal herb and administered it to my life-essence python, which enabled it to transcend into the current state. But since then, I haven't seen you—your cultivation has grown even more refined!" The young man with the green armor cast a cold, sharp gaze upon the child, speaking with a notably cold tone. "For this journey to the Spirit Realm, I've been preparing for years. Naturally, my cultivation has also advanced a little," the child replied, laughing heartily. "Since the Huan family has also arrived, let's act together. I'm certain that even if there are any particularly tough challenges nearby, we shall be able to overcome them with the combined strength of our two clans." The Qing-jia magic race offered a calm suggestion. "Exactly so! Children, come out now!" Upon hearing this, the young prince beamed with delight and immediately agreed. Then he turned and gave a sharp command to the magic atmosphere. As soon as the words rang out, a resonant hum began to rise within the black magic sea—first faint, then growing steadily into a powerful, wave-like surge. Numerous magic insects surged forth from the black mist, densely packed and continuously flowing. Each insect was roughly the size of a child's head, and though smaller in body, they resembled the giant mantises beneath the children's feet in form. Their sheer numbers, however, were overwhelming—stretching across the sky like a continuous tide—pouring forth without pause for the entire duration of a meal before finally subsiding. At this moment, these magical insects were almost everywhere in the lower atmosphere beneath the magical aura, their short purple wings vibrating in unison—numbering up to seven or eighty thousand. Such a vast swarm would instantly send even a combined-body cultivator reeling with cold dread from a distance. In the following period, successive groups of beasts—varying in numbers—successively surged forth from the magical aura, then, under the leadership of senior magical beings, rushed off in various directions. Their seemingly haphazard movements suggested they had no fixed destination at all. After thirteen such waves of beasts had departed, the rolling magical aura once again settled into stillness. It wasn't until half an hour later that activity resumed. First, a deep, resonant drumming sound emerged faintly within the aura, followed by a powerful roar that caused the entire sea of magic to surge and ripple. Suddenly, streaks of silver lightning arced through the air, and thunder boomed. Intense spatial tremors radiated out from the depths of the magic. The already vast sea of magic expanded by an additional third, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. Then, one after another, hundreds of massive creatures gradually emerged from the depths of the aura. These objects were dark and lustrous, their surfaces inscribed with vast, shimmering silver glyphs, forming towering triangular spires. Their bases spanned hundreds of miles, and they broke through the boundary steadily, as though entire small cities had descended from the heavens. Yet the arrival of these colossal beings was no simple feat! As each one emerged from the dark mist, it was immediately struck by relentless silver arcs of magical energy, which surged in constant waves, distorting and trembling across its surface, as if attempting to tear it apart. When the silver glyphs on their surfaces flared brilliantly, they absorbed and transformed everything around them into the essence of the city of Samudra, finally settling onto the ground with a thunderous crack that split the earth. Wherever they landed—whether on mountains, hills, lakes, or forests—every feature vanished instantly under their weight. The impact was truly astonishing. It took nearly half an hour before all the spires came to rest. Then, the roar began. On one side of the massive triangular tower, silver runes began to glow and flicker, gradually forming a dense array of towering silver gates that slowly unfolded outward. A distant drumming sound, faintly heard from within the tower, suddenly surged into a powerful, resonant rhythm. Then, one after another, sleek, dark-reflective single-log war vessels surged forth from the silver gates. Each vessel, about fifteen zhang in length, was enveloped in a layer of dark light, with fierce, monstrous deity statues engraved at their foreparts. Sharp, exceptionally long blades protruded from either side, reaching out like arms. Through the dark glow, it could be seen that each vessel carried five or six armored magi clad in dark to deep blue armor, seated upright and holding their blades. These war vessels did not fly far but instead circled and danced in the air, hovering around their respective towers. As each tower released a hundred such black war vessels, squads of armored magi, clad in red armor and bearing pairs of wings on their backs, emerged from the tower. Holding long spears or bows and arrows, they instantly took to the air as their wings trembled and spread behind them, dispersing outward in all directions, as if on constant alert. A flash of luminous light burst forth from the silver gate below, sending out streaks of rainbow-colored shockwaves. As the light settled, distinct figures emerged in the midst of the air—identical in form to human beings. These figures were both male and female, dressed in varied attire—some in flowing robes, others in battle armor, and even some with only their upper bodies clad. Yet each radiated swirling magical energy, with cold glimmers in their eyes; several of them, upon merely turning their heads, experienced a sudden tremor in their bodies, followed by a crisp, crackling sound as their forms transformed into beings with two heads and four arms. Their original heads remained unchanged, but the newly formed second heads were each grotesque and terrifying, resembling spirits or monsters. Each of the transformed demigods was filled with exhilaration, roaring low and powerful from the heights, their voices thick with raw blood and fury, as though they could no longer contain the burning desire for slaughter within them.