Suddenly, the green rainbow pierced through the void, and as the light faded, Han Li stepped into view. Standing behind him, a colossal tower thousands of zhang tall remained perfectly still. The opening through which he had emerged was now rapidly shrinking, visibly at a swift pace, and within moments, the space around it had fully restored itself. The treasure seemed to have sustained only minor damage. Han Li's face changed, but soon after taking a deep breath, he cast his gaze around. To his astonishment, he found that the surrounding void still echoed with the thunderous cries of battle—human and demonic forces continued to fight fiercely before the towering walls of Yitian City. High above, a celestial giant with the head of a sheep and the body of a bear fought alongside Qinglong Shangren, battling fiercely against the black-armored man and a group of eerie, blood-streaked demonic troops. Master Qinglong had not spoken, yet he had already regained his human form, his face pale as paper. Under the relentless assault of this strange, demonic army, he could only barely hold his ground. The demons' attacks were remarkably simple—besides spewing out streaks of blood-colored light from their mouths, they merely swung their weapons vigorously, releasing waves of blood-tinged radiance. Yet strangely, both Master Qinglong and the colossal beast seemed particularly wary of these two forms of attack, hesitating to let them strike directly. They either summoned protective spiritual radiance or activated their treasures to shield themselves completely. Moreover, these strange demons appeared to be invincible—no matter how torn or crushed they were by the monstrous winds unleashed by the giant or by the sheer force of its palm, they merely flashed with bloodlight and instantly recovered, promptly launching even more fierce assaults. The black-armored giant remained hidden far behind the ranks of the demonic forces, launching powerful attacks each time the colossal beast nearly broke free, forcing it back into its original position. Of course, the giant occasionally grew impatient, delivering sharp blows to the Qinglong Master that left him scrambling and disoriented. The great beast, wielding a terrifying array of magical prowess and a strange, howling wind capable of making even late-stage fusion-tier beings feel intimidated, found itself increasingly helpless under the combined pressure of the black-armored giant and the demonic troops—struggling to break through the encirclement. Yet, given the beast's extraordinary abilities, it seemed equally unlikely that the black-armored giant and the demonic forces could truly defeat or seriously injure it. Thus, a strange stalemate had emerged between the two. On the other hand, the battlefield scene elsewhere was vastly different. Lin Luan and the Silver Immortal had somehow come together, and the situation had grown increasingly dire. One of the two radiated a brilliant silver glow, while the other burned with a steady flow of three-colored flames—two powers seamlessly merging, greatly amplifying their combined strength. Yet on the opposing side, the young man in white robes and the petite woman had likewise united, and behind the latter emerged a translucent giant abalone, its entire form jade-green. With each breath, it exhaled cascades of jade-green light. This light seemed to possess some mysterious potency—whenever it came into contact with either the silver glow or the flames, it would instantly vanish, the two powers vanishing in a flash. Had it not been for the giant abalone pausing each time it exhaled, the two women’s defenses would have been completely shattered. What troubled the two women most, however, was the attacks of the young man in white robes. Aside from adding several more translucent flying daggers, he had not summoned any further techniques or spells. Yet this seemingly simple assault carried a cold power far surpassing the initial one. Each time a flying dagger struck, the two silver-clad maidens had to draw upon immense strength to deflect it, often gasping in surprise. Under these circumstances, their magical energy was depleted at a pace far beyond what was normally expected. Had it not been for the rare and precious restorative elixirs they carried, they would have surely broken their alliance and perished. Even so, as the elixirs were rapidly consumed, their condition grew increasingly dire! Beyond their defensive range, a steadily growing expanse of pale, misty cold began to form, enveloping the entire void space over several acres. Han Li's mouth twitched slightly, yet his mind was filled with astonishment. Observing the current scene, though it wasn't exactly the moment he had been sucked into the colossal tower, it certainly hadn't been too long since then. Indeed, he had personally spent nearly half a day within the tower. Could it be that this colossal tower could manipulate the flow of time, making the pace inside differ from that outside? If so, then the origin of this tower-shaped treasure must be far more remarkable. Indeed, aside from some legendary heavenly treasures, he had never heard of any artifact capable of controlling or altering time. Han Li was deeply startled, yet his mind remained remarkably clear. As his gaze swept over the towering structure before him, he noticed that the battlefield seemed to be missing one person. The other silver-robed man who had just teamed up with him to fight him was nowhere to be seen near the tower. With his spirit senses scanning the surrounding area, he only detected faint traces of residual spells—completely unable to locate the presence of that magi-king. This sent a chill through Han Li's spine. As he recalled the words he had heard earlier, transmitted through the tower's spatial connection, a strange, ominous sense of impending disaster began to rise within him. "I must leave this place immediately—there's no time to stay any longer!" Han Li's expression darkened, his mind almost instinctively forming this thought, yet upon observing the dire situation of the human race on the field, he could not help but hesitate. "Well, let's first deal with these two demonic sovereigns. We can always leave afterward. As long as we give our full effort, it shouldn't take too long," Han Li murmured. This wasn't truly about doing something heroic; rather, if they withdrew without fighting now, he doubted he'd ever be able to establish himself within the human race. Of course, most importantly, even if the transmission he received truly came from the Bloodlight Patriarch's true form, he still found it hard to believe that the Patriarch could pose any further threat beyond his physical arrival. For the demonic sovereigns, the arrival of their true form during the early stages of the Demon Cataclysm was nearly impossible—an occurrence that, according to Han Li's knowledge, had never happened in any of the past Demon Cataclysms, where such a presence had been able to manifest directly in the Spiritual Realm from the very beginning. Thus, although Han Li had a sense of anticipation, after a clear and thoughtful consideration, he still decided to first extend his aid to the cultivators of Yitian City before taking any further action. As for the great tower, though Han Li was deeply enthusiastic about it, he realized it was clearly one of the items borrowed and entrusted by the Blood-Light Sage-Founder—much like the purple cauldron—intended for his subordinates to refine. With the formidable divine awareness of a Great Perfection cultivator, he likely could not erase the imprints left within the tower nor forcibly claim it for himself, and thus would only be able to watch helplessly. Perhaps precisely because of this, the Blood-Light Sage-Founder felt so confident in entrusting such a precious treasure to a pair of junior disciples. Once Han Li made up his mind, he immediately moved, his form suddenly blazing into a streak of jade-green light and rushing forth. Naturally, he did not intend to assist the Dragon Lord or the great beast; instead, his gaze settled firmly on the white-robed young man and the young woman of the Magian lineage. The distant silver-clad fairy and Lin Luan naturally also witnessed from afar the scene of Han Li emerging free, and upon seeing him come to assist, both immediately brightened with joy. When Lin Luan saw Han Li suddenly appear near the two girls, she shook her sleeves, and countless jade-blue sword lotuses swirled through the air. As a silver measuring rod flashed once, transforming into a flowing silver ribbon that surged toward the petite girl, she instantly sprang to her feet and exclaimed, "Han friend, it's wonderful that you're unharmed! First, please help my sister hold off these two demons. That way, I can free myself to swiftly summon the combined breath of this beast and first dispatch the other demon and those mutated demon clans." With that, she instantly vanished the vibrant tri-color flames on her body, quickly pressing hand seals, and the blood symbols reappearing on her brows once more. Fully focused, she now devoted herself entirely to accelerating the summoning process. Han Li observed the situation, his brows slightly furrowed. Yet with a single gesture, a thunderous roar followed, and a black mountain peak plummeted down, transforming into a colossal formation over a hundred zhang in height, precisely blocking the several shimmering blade flashes aimed at the two young women by the white-robed youth. The swordlight interwove and flashed, gradually forming a vast, misty sword formation that subtly emerged, enclosing Han Li and the two women within. Han Li, far from underestimating his opponent, harbored a determination to secure a swift victory and instantly deployed his other masterstroke—the fully mastered Qingpan Long Sword Formation. Though the strange, piercing power generated by the blades was formidable, it vanished upon contact with the sword formation, as if swallowed whole. It had not yet truly descended; a pale, hazy glow descended from the heavens. As it coalesced near the void, crisp, strange cries rang out—seeming as though the extraordinary cold radiating from the glow had truly frozen the air. Even though the swordlight within the Qing Pan sword formation was sharp and incessant, upon contact with this strange cold, it faltered, slowed, and stilled in succession, causing the entire formation to suddenly move with an unusually sluggish grace.