The high-level human cultivators, upon seeing this scene, were struck with alarm. Under the guidance of some mysterious cultivators, even the vast army of bronze puppets halted, unwilling to stray too far from Yitian City. After the magical knightly forces retreated and gathered near the great vessels, they instantly dissolved into points of dark light and were absorbed into the ships. Once all the magical knights had entered the vessels, the defending Jialun War Demons also turned around and entered several of the warships as well. As the resonant hum began, the numerous black vessels shuddered and then shot backward with great force. In moments, all the vessels vanished at the horizon, leaving not a single trace. The magical army, after such a moderate siege, had thus unexpectedly withdrawn. From afar, on the mountain peak, Han Li and the Silver Light Immortal were left staring at one another, puzzled. "Something seems off!" It's clearly evident that once the Jialun War Demons engage, they can immediately regain the upper hand. Should the demon elders step in, breaking through this city's defenses would no longer be impossible! Given the abundance of elite demon warriors present here, it's safe to assume that the number of demon elders must also be substantial. The Yitian City has already lost two Supreme Elders, leaving only two Consolidated-stage figures—definitely at a disadvantage in terms of top-tier power. It's likely that Yitian City possesses some hidden strength, having previously inflicted significant hardships on these demon forces, which explains their cautious reluctance to deploy all their power at once. After a moment of thoughtful reflection, Han Li remarked with a thoughtful tone. "That makes a great deal of sense. It seems our support mission may not be as challenging as we initially anticipated!" Hearing this, the Silver-Light Princess relaxed slightly, her expression easing. "That's far from certain, though." Even if Yitian City possessed some truly powerful weapon, it would likely still be insufficient to stand against the entire demonic army—otherwise, they would not have risked seeking aid from Tianyuan City. Only upon entering the city could the true situation be fully understood," said Han Li, his eyes flashing with insight. "That's as good as it gets. Now that the demonic army has withdrawn, although they may have left some spies monitoring the area, how could they possibly stop us? Let's go right away. I've known Lin Luan, the young lady from Tianhuang Sect, for many years—though I'm not sure how she is doing these days?" The Silver Light Lady nodded slightly, with growing understanding. "Indeed, now is the perfect time for us to enter. Silver Lady, let's go." Han Li glanced at the human cultivators and the array of puppets stationed before Yitian City, who were now beginning to return to the city, and with a subtle smile, agreed. Thus, the two of them activated their flight spells, transforming into two streaks of brilliant light, and sped directly toward Yitian City. The two figures transformed into stunning streaks of light—one azure, one silvery—each stretching ten zhang in length and radiating brilliant splendor, immediately drawing the attention of high-ranking human cultivators from afar. Some cultivators at the transcendence level, whose spiritual awareness was particularly sharp, instantly recognized Han Li and his companion as human cultivators merely by a brief sweep of their consciousness, prompting a wave of commotion. As the distance between them and the distant city of Yitian shrank—thanks to their astonishing speed, which had already covered nearly half the hundred-li stretch—suddenly, a crisp, piercing cold sneeze echoed through the surrounding void. "Well timed," the voice declared. "Since you've come, you shall remain." Immediately, a surge of celestial energy rippled through the heavens, and a massive magical claw—equal in size to a small mountain—materialized, splitting the void and descending with a series of sharp, blood-charged gusts. The claw itself measured several hundred zhang in length, dark as ink, with green flame pillars jetting forth from its fingertips. The very sky dimmed beneath this single grasp. Han Li and the other person found themselves under the grasp of the magical power, instantly feeling an eerie sense of inevitability, as if escape were impossible. "Unfortunate! The Magus Sovereign has not yet departed!" The silver-robe maiden exclaimed upon seeing this, immediately raising both sleeves and flinging them outward with decisive motion. A flash of silver light followed, and two silver hooks shot forth, swiftly transforming into a massive crescent moon of white light and a great red sun of flame, each stretching over thirty zhang in diameter, thundering and roaring as they surged upward to strike the great clawed hand in the sky. Han Li, without hesitation, lifted his arm and sent forth a colossal golden fist-shaped aura, aimed directly at the sky. A tremendous roar erupted, a dazzling array of spiritual radiance bursting forth, casting brilliant light that shook the very void, with continuous rumblings of wind and thunder echoing throughout. Even though Han Li trusted his divine strength and considered his physical form no less than that of a late-stage cultivator, he still felt his body jolt and stepped back, retreating slightly. With every step he took, it seemed as though he were stepping firmly on solid ground, emitting distinct "thud-thud" sounds—only after seven or eight steps did he finally stabilize his stance. Even the silver-clad immortal maiden fared poorly; after being struck by the counterforce of her divine artifact, she was involuntarily hurled backward several dozen paces before a swift flick of her body absorbed the force and allowed her to hover once more in the air. This was all achieved despite the fact that, just moments ago, Han Li had managed to absorb seven-eighths of the power of the demon's claw! How could the maiden possibly bear such overwhelming might without her face turning pale? Yet, the master of the black demon claw, hovering in the air, was no less affected. Under the combined assault of the two, not only did his celestial claw shatter upon impact, but he himself staggered, and a figure was suddenly forced out from the lofty, ethereal space above. Han Li's expression darkened instantly, just as he intended to examine the figure closely, when suddenly a strange, unannounced cold surged from behind him, striking him without a sound—before truly making contact, the icy force had nearly enveloped his entire form. Had it been an ordinary Consolidation-stage cultivator, even if not truly harmed, his body would inevitably have become motionless. Yet Han Li himself possessed the Five-Tone Cold Flame, and later absorbed an additional, previously unknown form of intense cold from the wild realm. In terms of mastery over cold energy, he was no less proficient than those who specialized solely in cultivating cold attributes. Thus, this sudden cold had only caused a faint, white frost to settle unexpectedly upon his robe, and otherwise exerted almost no effect. With a mere shift of his shoulders, a vivid green spectral figure surged forth from behind and delivered a powerful punch. A tremendous roar echoed—crashing with force! The green, hazy fist collided with a snow-white flying dagger, their green and white glimmers intertwining, sending out a surge of vibrant vitality and a diffused, misty coldness in all directions. After separating once more, the snow-white dagger shimmered and then shot backward, flashing briefly before landing in the hands of another strangely appearing figure. This figure was a slender youth of about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a long, snow-white robe, his expression as cold as ice, and his gaze sharp enough to induce suffocation as it swept across Han Li. As for the green ethereal form, upon focusing its light, it solidified into a figure wearing a green robe, identical in face to Han Li, radiating a faint purple glow, yet with one hand seemingly vanishing from his wrist. Though the impact had repelled the snow-white dagger, Han Li's own fist was severed in the clash. Yet, merely by gently shaking the severed wrist, the green-skinned Han Li enveloped the area in a jade-green light, and within moments, a new hand sprouted anew. With a slight adjustment of his fingers, the figure appeared no different from before. The cold young man gazed at the scene, momentarily stunned, then emitted a cold huff, his eyes blazing with fierce intensity. This green-skinned "Han Li" was naturally the combined-period spiritual body that Han Li had cultivated. At the critical moment, releasing him had indeed effortlessly defused the previously mysterious ambush. Yet now, Han Li's expression was somewhat strained, and he cast a less-than-pleased glance toward the white-robed young man across from him. The latter had remained so close, nearly going unnoticed—something truly rare since Han Li's spiritual awareness had matured. This made Han Li treat the magian noble, who possessed mid-combined-period cultivation, with greater caution. A loud sound rang out, and Han Li arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting toward the silver-clad immortal maiden on the other side. To their surprise, the young woman had suddenly produced a silver banner in her hands, which had transformed into a swirling mass of silver light, and had thus engaged in a fierce clash with the other mage who had previously used a massive magical claw to attack them. The young woman now appeared pale, her eyes slightly scattered, clearly having taken another significant blow. While this was partly due to the fact that she had not yet fully recovered from her previous great battle, it also clearly indicated that her opponent was equally formidable. Han Li's eyes widened slightly, and his gaze naturally turned toward the higher area. There, a tall magian clad in black magical armor, with a blood-red tumor growing from his head, stood facing them, holding a dark bone mace in each hand, his gaze cold and ominous. Han Li's eyes flickered slightly. This black-armored man turned out to be a top-tier magical being at the late stage of his body-melding phase, radiating an indescribable aura of eerie stillness, as though he had mastered an exceptionally powerful magical technique unique to his race. "Both of you are powerful figures in the demonic realm, yet you resort to such a surprise attack—doesn't that seem rather unbecoming?" The silver-robe maiden, startled and furious, took a deep breath and exclaimed with a sharp voice. "Hmph. As long as the enemy is defeated, what difference does it make how we achieve it? Young lady, isn't it rather tedious to rely on the pretentious customs of the mortal realm? To us, it seems utterly dull," the blood-veined giant replied, slamming his two hammers together with a thunderous sound before laughing loudly. "Observe the manner in which you two just fought—within the demonic hierarchy, you're likely no strangers, aren't you? May I have the pleasure of your names?" After glancing at both opponents, Han Li calmly narrowed his eyes and asked. "Since you've managed to withstand my initial strike, I shall be honored to reveal my name. I am Tie Long, of the Steel Bone Division of the Sacred Clan, and this one is Fei Ya, of the Ice Spirit Division. It appears you two are the mortal reinforcements sent to support this Yitian City. Then, by all means, let us also share our names with The magian giant named Tie Long frowned slightly and asked, "My name is Han. I'm but an obscure figure—someone you'd hardly know even if I told you. Yet, since you failed to strike us earlier, do you still believe you have a chance to succeed against us?" Han listened, but instead of being angry, he smiled. Almost simultaneously, two distinctly different long howls rang out from the direction of Yitian City. A shimmer of ethereal light flashed above one section of the city walls, and two brilliant streaks of light, sharp and startling, suddenly emerged and shot straight toward them.