His originally refined features twisted and distorted, now appearing no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with bloodshot eyes and a strong, eerie bloodiness radiating from his entire body—exactly the terrifying aura that had vanished into the vortex earlier. The blood-covered youth slowly lowered his hands from his head, rose to his feet with a steady, graceful motion, then cast a strange gaze over the Tian City below, surveying both the human and the demonic forces present. After a moment, he raised his hands again and suddenly burst into loud, ecstatic laughter: "At last, I have arrived in the human realm! This method truly works. Hah! Perhaps my holy ancestor was the very first to achieve this. The sensation is truly extraordinary..." Upon hearing this, the high-ranking human beings all looked visibly astonished. In contrast, the high-ranking demonic beings, upon seeing the bloodied youth's appearance, were filled with growing wonder and delight. It was somehow the keenest of the high-ranking demon lords who suddenly, with a surge of momentum, knelt down and cried out: "Honor to the Holy Ancestor! Congratulations, Holy Ancestor, on your arrival in the Realm of Spirit!" This single cry instantly inspired the rest of the demon forces—regardless of rank—causing the entire army to rush into the air, bowing and prostrating themselves in unison. Meanwhile, the human cultivators present, witnessing this scene, grew pale and stunned. Even the esteemed demon elders—such as the black-armored warrior and the white-robed youth—exhibited a mixture of astonishment and uncertainty, their expressions a blend of three parts joy and seven parts hesitation. "Need not be afraid! This demon merely manifests through body-attachment and parasitism; his inner cultivation power likely amounts to no more than a tenth of his true essence. We still have a chance! Lin, quickly summon the Harmonized Beast to slay this old demon! Let us first secure the other demon lords before we act." With a sudden shift in demeanor, the Dragon Elder's face first grew agitated, then swiftly hardened into stern resolve. Lin Luan's face grew pale and then brightened, but after glancing at the numerous human beings on the Yitian city walls, she nodded firmly, biting her lip. With a sudden motion of her finger, she pointed at the blood seal etched on her brow and once again activated her secret technique. As for Master Qinglong, with a single thunderous roar, seven short blades flashed across his body, and then he transformed once more into a massive five-clawed green dragon. With a simple sway of his great form, a surge of wind and thunder erupted instantly. Under the relentless, almost desperate assault from Master Qinglong, the blood-soaked members of the magical race were momentarily unable to shift their focus to pursue that colossal, breathing beast. Meanwhile, the black-armored warrior, wielding his two massive hammers, generated a sweeping array of hammer-blades, yet his attacks seemed somewhat distracted—doubting himself, he devoted much of his mental focus to the blood-soaked young man and the breathing giant on the other side. At this moment, Han Li's mind raced with both astonishment and fury. The holy ancestor of this magical race had truly arrived—though not in his full physical form, it clearly went beyond a mere divine consciousness projection. The aura radiating from the middle-aged man who had taken the form of the ancestor was truly formidable, far surpassing that of an ordinary late-stage consolidation-stage cultivator. It remained uncertain just how powerful his true abilities truly were. Now that the great beast with a ram's head was turning its attention to the man, Han Li was struck with sudden alarm and immediately halted his pursuit, fixing his gaze steadily upon the creature. As for the white-robed youth, upon seeing this development, he felt a great relief, quickly producing several antidote pills from his sleeve and swallowing them. Then, from a distance, he began to channel his inner qi, forcefully expelling the strange toxin that had taken root in his body. This was possible only because the demon was a mid-stage Consolidated Stage being—someone of a lower Consolidated Stage would have succumbed to the lethal effects of the spiritual vortex's eerie light within moments. The blood-stained youth, upon seeing the great beast with the ram's head and the body of a bear, also paused, slightly startled, and murmured in surprise, "It's remarkable that a Consolidated Stage beast should appear here—no wonder we haven't gained the upper hand yet. Well, then, since I've arrived, I've been lacking a mount. For now, I'll take you as my steed." As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-stained youth suddenly flipped his hand, and a flash of purple light followed, revealing a small The young man merely slapped the small tripod with one hand and uttered the character "net." At once, the tripod flipped over, and a flash of black light appeared at the rim, revealing an ancient character "net" that shimmered briefly before shooting toward the colossal beast. The ram-headed creature witnessed this, opened its mouth, and expelled a surge of yellow, misty gale that immediately spiraled outward. Simultaneously, it folded its twin wings in front of its body, fully enveloping itself in a solid yellow cloud. Yet, the beast, riding upon the cloud, ignored the black script that surged forth, showing not the slightest intention to halt. Clearly, it was confident in its defenses. The blood-streaked youth, however, maintained a cold smile, standing motionless with no intention to retreat. After flashing several times, the black script pierced straight through the gale and plunged into the yellow cloud before the beast, vanishing completely without a trace. At that very moment, the colossal beast, which had been raging fiercely, suddenly roared in sheer terror. Its body tightened instantly, and then, inexplicably, it became completely motionless in the void. Countless black filaments emerged on the surface of its vast form, tightly enveloping and sealing it within. Though these filaments appeared incredibly fine, once the beast was encased, despite its continuous roaring of fury, it could not move an inch or break free. The blood-streaked youth, his lips twitching slightly, revealed a grim expression. His gaze shifted, and he glanced directly at Han Li. His eyes were icy and piercing, and Han Li instantly felt a strange cold rush from his back, prompting him to shiver involuntarily. The youth's lips trembled slightly, yet his face remained expressionless. Then, with a sudden lift of his arm, he waved a gesture toward Han Li in the air, and murmured the character "Shou" (meaning "seal" or "collect"). A thunderous roar echoed through the air! The towering seven-colored giant tower, thousands of feet high, suddenly rose straight from the ground, then vanished into the void in a single flicker. At that moment, the blood-soaked youth's seven-colored glow intensified sharply, and a miniature tower several inches tall materialized silently, which he then tossed gently onto the giant beast's head. With a single hand gesture! The tower spun smoothly, transforming into a sweeping scroll of seven-colored light that cascaded down, instantly engulfing the massive creature in its radiance. When the seven-colored light re-solidified and returned to its original form as a small tower, the ram-headed giant had vanished completely from its original spot. "Unbelievable! My spiritual seal can no longer detect the Harmonized Beast!" At the same instant, Lin Luan, the fairy maiden, felt a sudden jolt of alarm and exclaimed in surprise. Han Li, witnessing this, felt his heart sink. The purple small cauldron and the seven-colored tower, previously held by the Blood-Light Patriarch, had seen their power surge nearly several times over compared to before. He had absolutely no chance—there was no way he could safely escape from this tower. "Go!" The Qinglong Monks, witnessing this scene, were equally startled and afraid, and without hesitation, roared out suddenly. Then, the Qinglong he had transformed into radiated with brilliant spiritual light, enduring several hammer blows from the black-armored men, and surged through the encircling forces, flying off at full speed. As soon as he realized his fate was sealed, he immediately made a decisive retreat, heading straight toward Yitian City. Not only he—when the Silver-Grace Maiden and Lin Luan exchanged a glance filled with fear, they also simultaneously transformed into streaks of radiant light and fled in different directions. As for Han Li, after merely shaking his sleeves to withdraw the Qingpan Sword Formation, he flicked his back wings of wind and thunder, and shot off like a streak of lightning even earlier. "Still trying to make it out now? That's pure delusion!" the blood-soaked youth, watching this, burst into loud laughter. Then he pressed a seal with both hands, like cranking a wheel, and suddenly his vital energy surged violently, swirling in waves. His form blurred once more, and instantly split into three identical figures. Among the two blood-soaked youths, one carried the seven-colored tower, the other grasped the purple cauldron. With a cold laugh, both vanished in place. As for the final blood-soaked youth, he stomped his foot, and as the blood energy surged beneath it, he directly transformed into a crimson boat. Though no longer than seven or eight zhang in length, the boat was vividly bright, its surface engraved with countless mysterious seven-colored characters that shimmered, radiating an aura of profound mystery. Upon the youth stepping onto the boat, without any further movement on his part, the boat trembled and shot forward with sudden momentum. In a single flash, it carried him directly into the void, vanishing completely. When the ripples from afar surged and the boat briefly flickered, reappearing hundreds of zhang away, it seemed only two more flashes would be needed to catch up with Han Li ahead. Upon scanning backward with his divine awareness, Han Li was startled to see this scene. With a sudden thought, he gritted his teeth, rolled to the ground, and then with a thunderous crack, transformed into a massive silver great phoenix with four wings. With all four wings flapping simultaneously, the phoenix instantly condensed into a slender thread of gold and silver, shooting off at high speed. In a single flash, it appeared at the very edge of the sky and then vanished again. "Hmm! It's truly the K'un-Peng transformation! Hah! Do you think this will allow you to escape my grasp? You've already dealt with the other several human cultivators—now I'm personally going after this young man!" The blood-streaked youth on the boat first paused slightly, then immediately sneered, and loudly transmitted a command to the armored men. Then, at a nearby spot, the blood shadow flickered, and two other youths materialized, as if they had never strayed more than a step, simultaneously casting their respective gestures. A few "pffft" sounds followed, and on either side of the crimson boat, two pairs of crimson crystal wings rose. With a vigorous flap, they surged forward as streaks of blood.