To his surprise, he had completely ignored the great battle unfolding here! "You two go after those two fleeing human cultivators who achieved the combined state. I will lead my army and take control of Yitian City. The last one who managed to return to this city will be dealt with as well. Without his blood-sustaining beast and already severely depleted in energy, he has no chance of escaping my grasp. As for the one who fled—since Blood-Flame Lord personally pursued and captured him, he too is destined to fall." The black-armored man's face shifted between expressions of gloom and resolve before he slowly spoke to the two white-robed youths. "Shall I be left with only Zang here? What if the human side has any further plans or reserves?" the petite woman hesitated, asking. "Rest assured! I have the Blood-Transforming Mediators with me, and together we can handle everything." The black-armored man replied without hesitation. "Then, this place is entrusted to Zang. I'll be off—just a moment!" The petite woman nodded, and immediately her body shimmered with a cascade of pink light, before she broke the air with a sharp cry and took off. Looking in the direction she had gone, it was exactly where the Silver Light Immortal had vanished. As for the young man in the white robe, within just a short while he had successfully suppressed the strange toxin within his body. Without a word, he moved swiftly, transforming into a beam of white light and shooting off—pursuing none other than the Lin Luan Immortal. Witnessing that so many high-ranking figures from the demonic army, of comparable status, had now departed, the black-armored warrior raised his eyebrows and suddenly roared aloud in the sky: "The human realm's combined-stage elders have already escaped. If we don't seize this city now, when shall we wait?" His voice carried the weight of the demon's immense power, resonating clearly and vividly through the battlefield, making both human and demonic forces feel as though their ears were thundering. The demonic side erupted in joyful cheers, their attacks now significantly more intense than before. On the human side, as several combined-stage elders swiftly retreated from the battlefield, their faces turned pale and their morale plummeted to its lowest point. "Hmph," the human commander scoffed, "you truly believe we have no other means left?" "To overcome our Yitian City, you must first shatter our hundred and eight colossal golden-steel automata," suddenly boomed the voice of Qinglong Shangren from somewhere within Yitian City. As soon as the words rang out, a hundred and eight golden light columns erupted simultaneously from various corners of the city, coalescing into solid forms and transforming into a series of armored guards. Fully clad in a deep crimson-gold armor from head to toe, each guard carried a golden great sword nearly as large as their own bodies, with a face mask covering their features, revealing only two cool, pale silver eyes. Though these hundred and eight armored figures remained suspended motionless in the air, they exuded an overwhelming aura—each radiating a formidable spiritual pressure comparable to that of a cultivator at the Lingxu stage. The human defenders, initially uncertain, were instantly energized upon witnessing this spectacle, redoubling their efforts to activate their weapons and devices, launching a renewed assault upon the advancing demonic forces below. The once relatively quiet battlefield suddenly erupted into a surge of intense energy, thundering with relentless roar! The black-armored warrior in the sky paused slightly, then immediately displayed a look of disdain, raising his hand sharply toward the surrounding Blood-Transforming冥卫 and shouting, "Your time is running out—join the assault force immediately. The city must fall within the shortest possible timeframe. Its main defenses must be broken!" Upon hearing this, several leading magical generals promptly responded. The spectral, formless magic warriors roared and surged downward, swiftly joining the ranks of the lower forces. In moments, they surged forward toward the massive city walls. The black-armored warrior hovered above, observing silently. With the Blood-Transforming冥卫 now integrated, the magic forces gained overwhelming superiority, some even breaching the defensive wards and reaching the city's ramparts. Yet the百余名身披金甲的剑士驻守在倚天城各处，依旧平静悬浮，未有急赴城头助战之态，仿佛另有图谋。 The black-armored man watched this scene, his pupils constricting slightly, but then recalled something—after a sharp laugh, he suddenly shifted and shot backward with a surge of motion. In a few swift movements, he vanished entirely into a massive black vessel that resembled a small mountain. The magical guards aboard the warship were equally startled upon seeing his return. Yet the black-armored man offered no explanation. With swift, determined strides, he entered a chamber and immediately activated the incantations already set in place within. Instantly, cascades of five-colored light shimmered across the chamber walls, and a delicate, misty circular spell emerged on the ground at the center. The black-armored man stepped close to the spell, pressed a hand seal, uttered a low command, and then channeled several spell gestures into the white spell array. A hum resonated, and the magical array shimmered, gradually emerging a white jade altar from within. Upon it stood an ancient bronze mirror, tarnished with age, as though it had existed for countless tens of thousands of years. Upon seeing the mirror, the black-armored man's expression instantly grew solemn. He murmured softly to himself, then suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a clutch of pure blood that, swirling in the wind, transformed into a misty veil, enveloping the entire ancient landscape before him. "Indeed," the elder smiled gently, as though he were merely an ordinary old man. "Greetings, Master Sha! The Lord of Bloodlight has once again descended upon the Spirit Realm!" The black-armored man bowed formally and then moved straight to the point. "Another descent? Has the Lord of Bloodlight sent another avatar to the Spirit Realm? This does seem rather unusual." Though he spoke thus, the elder's expression remained unchanged, save for a brief flicker in his eyes. "This time, the Lord of Bloodlight did not directly manifest his divine essence, but instead employed a secret technique to project his consciousness directly onto Yangsha. As a result, Yangsha has not only fully transformed into an avatar of the Lord of Bloodlight, but his magical power has surged to an astonishing degree. According to my senses, he now possesses approximately one-third of the Lord of Bloodlight's original strength. Furthermore, he is able to fully unleash seven or eight tenths of the power of two of the realm's most precious treasures—the Purple Speech Cauldron and the Rainbow Light Cauldron. "This is still due to the inherent magical power of the embodiment itself being insufficient to fully unleash the full potential of the two treasures. Even one of the human-aligned harmonized beasts has been instantly captured and sealed by the embodiment's treasures upon first encounter!" the black-armored man said, his expression stern. "That's quite remarkable indeed! While the divine awareness can carry a modest amount of magical power when transferring to other realms, it remains extremely limited. Under the pressure of the foreign realm's forces, the strength of the dispersed awareness is significantly diminished. Bloodlight has already dispatched a full embodiment to the spiritual realm, yet still dares to send a dispersed awareness there—further enabling the host to greatly enhance their strength while avoiding the suppressive effects of inter-realm forces. Could it be that he has mastered some exceptionally powerful new secret technique?" The elder finally showed genuine admiration, murmuring thoughtfully. "By the way, Bloodlight's current descent to the spiritual realm appears to be specifically targeted at one of the human-aligned fully-matured cultivators," the black-armored man suddenly recalled, hastening to add. "You'd better give me a detailed account of that human cultivator!" the elder smiled with interest. "Indeed, this human cultivator is only at the mid-Composite stage, yet his abilities are truly remarkable. When the Yin-Yang Two Sects fought him earlier, they were—..." The bearded man nodded immediately and began to recount the events. After a brief while, he finished his narration and then fell silent, waiting patiently for the elder's instructions. "Well done," the elder nodded, then with a simple gesture of his beard, issued his command. "Yes, sir. I shall retire now," the bearded man bowed formally, raising his hand and casting a seal upon the ancient mirror. A flash of green light rippled across the mirror's surface, and the elder's figure vanished instantly. The tall man in black armor relaxed slightly, paused thoughtfully in place, then turned and stepped out of the chamber, soaring from the great vessel and once again materializing as a swirling mass of black mist upon the battlefield. At the same time, in a wooden cottage on the other side of the realm, an elder had placed his ancient scroll upon his knees, his eyes slightly narrowed, gently tapping his fingers as he pondered. On the table beside him stood an ancient mirror, identical in every way. "Bloodlight, you're quite bold. I'm still not sure how you managed to bring so much magical power across to the Spirit Realm, but don't you worry about what might happen to your true form in the Sacred Realm? If your rivals find out about this, they'll surely stir up more turmoil!" the elder murmured softly, a glint of frost flashing in his eyes. ...Ten thousand li beyond the Yitian City, in the sky, a slender young woman swiftly flew, guiding her flight with a hand, holding a blood-red orb in her hand. After solemnly reporting matters to an elderly woman far in the demonic realm, she immediately opened her mouth and drew the orb back into her abdomen. Then, with a surge of spirit, her speed increased by half compared to before. A thousand li ahead of her, the silver-hued maiden, manifesting as a silver arch, also broke through the air, soaring forward. The same scene unfolded at another point in the void, where a young man in a white robe carefully tucked away a recently used, translucent jade scroll. At the same moment, the silver-white giant phoenix formed by Han Li, flapping all four wings, sent shimmering filaments of light subtly appearing and fading in the space around him. Just moments before, he had been on one side of the sky; by the next instant, he had mysteriously appeared at the far end of the heavens. Not more than a hundred li away, a crimson small boat pursued him with a speed no less astonishing, maintaining a tight chase.