These Jia-Lun War Demons, though the lowest among them possessed Shen-level cultivation, had also mastered the foremost and most powerful magical techniques of the demonic race. Yet the commotion atop the city walls did not last long. After a light sound of bronze gongs, a sudden burst of thousands of astonishing streaks of light erupted from nearby buildings—each streak blazing brilliantly—and in an instant, they transformed into high-ranking human cultivators, dressed in varied attire, who came together in pairs or trios to engage and repel the Jia-Lun War Demons. Ordinary Jia-Lun War Demons were easily handled by the combined efforts of these human high-level cultivators. However, the leading数十 demons, whose abilities far surpassed those of their peers, proved exceptionally fierce. Even when several cultivators worked together, they were repeatedly defeated and intercepted by these war demons, who ultimately broke through and surged straight into the heart of Yiding City. At this very moment, the ground near the city walls also trembled violently, and thirty-two massive golden automata burst upward from the earth, each wielding a variety of weapons. They calmly intercepted the leading Galeon War Demons mid-air, without a single expression of hesitation. A flurry of divine techniques and magical artifacts danced through the sky, accompanied by continuous explosions and thunderous roars. Each golden automaton possessed a body as solid as a sacred artifact; as their weapons moved, they subtly stirred threads of celestial and terrestrial energies. With no fear in their demeanor, they engaged the intercepted Galeon War Demons in fierce, evenly matched combat. Overall, the battlefield still favored the demonic forces slightly, but the human side, bolstered by the various seals and defenses of Yitian City, managed to hold its ground against the demons' relentless assaults. Now, the decisive outcome of the clash between the two highest-tier forces would be decided. At that moment, the strange army of the demonic race, transformed into a swirling blood cloud, remained motionless in the sky, with roars and thunderous sounds echoing continuously throughout the void. From time to time, human shouts and sharp, piercing cries of pain broke through the air. It was impossible to discern the true state of the battle. As for the silver-clad maiden and Lin Luan on the other side, under the relentless assaults of the young woman and the white-robed man, they were forced to retreat step by step, struggling to hold on for long. The human forces, engaged in a battle of top-tier strength, now seemed to be in serious trouble! Since the moment he was drawn into this strange space by the seven-colored tower, rays of light surrounding him transformed into countless beasts that continuously launched attacks upon him. Initially, these creatures posed no real threat; they were easily dispatched by his array of swords. However, just as one wave was defeated, another immediately surged forth, seemingly endless and unceasing. Han Li did not find this particularly troubling, as he had encountered such situations involving miraculous treasures before and had a solid grasp of how to escape them. He immediately summoned his seventy-two flying swords to maintain a protective barrier, keeping the beasts at bay, while simultaneously searching for key points within the space to apply a secret technique and forcibly breach the dimensional barrier to free himself. Yet, within a short while, he noticed something was amiss. This space, shimmering with seven hues of radiant light, seemed remarkably boundless—much like the Sealing Lock—yet despite its prolonged flight, he still could not discern the edge of this expanse. Startled, he immediately halted and began seeking a new way to escape. "It seems only by locating the key nodes within this space will we be able to break through this barrier with sheer force," thought Han Li after a moment's contemplation, and thus resolved. At that very moment, the seven-hued glimmers around him surged, and a fresh wave of translucent creatures emerged. Han Li sneered, then with a single motion of his sword before him, swept countless green-tinged lotus silhouettes outward in all directions. Wherever these lotus forms passed, the charging beasts shattered into fragments, just as they had before, cleanly severed by a single sword stroke. Yet Han Li's expression grew somber, and a few murmurs of doubt stirred within his mind. It might be mere illusion, but these newly manifested monsters seem slightly more formidable than before. Though the difference is subtle, a single sword strike now appears to consume more magical energy than it did at the outset. Should this trend continue, it could indeed pose a real challenge. Clearly, they cannot afford to linger here much longer—they must depart promptly. With this strategy firmly settled in his mind, Han Li hesitated no longer, merely pointing his finger at his brow. A black glow materialized instantly, spinning steadily before manifesting a dark, ink-black spirit eye. This was the Shattered Method Eye! After years of cultivation within his body, this spirit eye had developed numerous refined techniques. Now, as he sought the most vulnerable point within this spatial structure, he could fully leverage its unique powers. Han Li continued to chant incantations with one hand, his words flowing steadily. Finally, the feline eyes that had been concealed in his brow slowly opened, their inner black glow pulsing with subtle, swirling runes around the pupil—mysterious and radiant. As the runes expanded, a black filament suddenly burst forth from the third eye, vanishing instantly into the surrounding void. Han Li closed his normal eyes, yet the third, black eye remained fully expanded, round and bright. With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of jade-green light, shooting off in a direction precisely matching where the black filament had disappeared. A streak of jade-green light, stretching a hundred zhang in length, flashed and split through, shattering and dissolving all the monsters still taking shape, and instantly forming a smooth, level path among the beast throng. With his inner qi surging wildly, the jade-hued streak surged forth from the beast group, and after several swift movements, vanished into the void at its far end. At that moment, the still-forming hang-hand roared and surged after him. Two hours later, before a towering seven-tiered giant tower hundreds of zhang high, Han Li opened his eyes again, gazing at the immense structure before him, his face filled with gravity and wonder. This seemingly ordinary tower, built of common stone, was gray-white in color, and atop it stood a massive crystalline sphere resembling an eye, strangely upright. At the first level of the tower, a stone gate ten zhang high remained tightly closed. Far away, at a distance of several zhang from him, countless silver rods, each several zhang long, cracked and struck a large group of monsters, reducing them to scattered fragments of luminous essence, which then faded into light. "The spatial nodes here have been deliberately concealed. What a clever move! Even if one knows their exact location, they'll still have to force their way through." Han Li murmured softly, then, with a simple hand gesture, caused the distant shadows to vanish instantly. At the next moment, a flash of silver light appeared in his palm, and a short silver ruler materialized between his fingers. Han Li glanced upward at the crystal orb atop the towering spire, his eyes suddenly gleaming. With a swift motion, he raised the silver ruler and struck it into the spire's air. A silver shadow several dozen feet long materialized above the tower and plunged down with great force. "Crack!" Just as the silver shadow was about to strike the crystal orb, a layer of seven-colored runes suddenly emerged on the tower's surface. As soon as the shadow touched these runes, it shimmered and instantly vanished into them. Han Li's face tightened. This wasn't some miraculous feat where the attacks simply vanished—rather, the previous shadow of the measuring rod had been captured by the incantation seal. "Indeed! This tower has manifested as the physical form of a treasure, and thus cannot be directly destroyed from the outside," Han Li murmured to himself, with a touch of resignation. Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, a blue glow flashing within his pupils as he attempted to use his spiritual sight to directly penetrate the distant stone gate. However, as his spiritual sight just penetrated a few inches into the gate, a sudden golden glow surged back, repelling it. Upon contact, he felt an intense stinging pain, and a strange, mysterious suction power drew his gaze deep into the gate, making it impossible to pull back. Han Li was deeply startled. Yet, being no ordinary cultivator, he instinctively activated his Daxian Technique within his body, its cool energy rushing to his eyes, allowing him to briefly regain control of his vision. At the same time, a shimmering green silhouette flashed before him, and a green-bodied figure materialized in front, completely blocking the golden light. Even then, Han Li broke a cold sweat on his back. Such a powerful seal—he had never encountered it before. With this, the last trace of his slight underestimation vanished entirely. As for the suddenly materialized jade-bodied form, it was naturally the ethereal embodiment of the "Zhi Xian." After a brief thought, he not only caused the seventy-two flying swords to swirl and dance around him, but also, with a simple flick of his sleeve, twelve purple-striped spiritual insects emitted a resonant hum and burst forth from the spirit-beast ring, hovering gracefully above his head. With a further gesture of his hands, the silver short staff vanished, replaced instead by two small hills—one green and one black—that he gently lifted and positioned horizontally before him.