Han Li turned his head slightly to glance at the young girl on his shoulder, a faint, gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips. This young girl was none other than the Leopard-Mounted Beast, which had finally awakened from its deep slumber. Just as Han Li was nearing the human realm, the beast stirred and awoke, delivering a surprising shock to him. Upon awakening, the beast began undergoing the consolidation phase of its celestial trial—its true essence, the True Leopard Blood within its body, rendered the heavenly calamity both magnificent and formidable. Such a trial could not easily be intervened upon; though Han Li stood only a short distance away, he could only watch helplessly as the beast nearly disintegrated under the weight of the storm. Fortunately, after consuming the immortal essence of the Dark Beast King, the beast had spontaneously acquired several new divine techniques, enabling it to endure and ultimately pass through the ordeal, now capable of transforming into human form. At this moment, the Leopard-Mounted Beast was naturally covered in wounds and injuries. Had it not been for Han Li's relentless efforts, using countless medicinal elixirs to sustain it, the beast likely would have perished. Yet what left Han Li somewhat puzzled was that the leopard-mane beast, after enduring the celestial trial and transforming into a humanoid form, had taken on the appearance of a young girl even younger than Qu'er. If this were a mortal, such a young age would likely still struggle to speak coherently. Fortunately, though the girl appeared remarkably childlike, she was no longer limited to babbling; Han Li could directly communicate with her through divine consciousness. Due to the unexpected ordeal of the celestial trial, Han Li's journey back to Tianyuan City was naturally delayed. It took him several months before he finally returned to the human realm, bringing with him the leopard-mane beast that had recovered from the heavenly storm, and then proceeded straight to Tianyuan City. Now, his destination was one of the few concealed teleportation arrays reserved specifically for the city's senior elders. Since these were small-scale magical arrays capable of transporting only one or two people at a time, Tianyuan City need not fear the Magian race discovering them and launching a direct assault on the city. After all, even the Magus of the Consolidated Stage would meet only a fate of being besieged and ultimately perishing if he or she were to transport just one or two individuals across to the other end, which is guarded by numerous restrictions and well-armed forces. The only thing韩立needed to be cautious about was that the teleportation array here did not become a hidden ambush set by the Magian forces—specifically designed to lure human cultivators into a desperate, self-sacrificing pursuit, like moths drawn to flame. Even if such an ambush were in place, given his further advancement in cultivation, he would certainly not find it a serious concern. Against ordinary late Consolidated Stage cultivators, he believed he could easily prevail. The incidents of being pursued and fleeing in panic, as he had experienced on two prior occasions, would now be so rare as to be almost negligible. The Magus incarnations have come to this realm specifically to command the entire Magian army; they certainly would not remain passively waiting at specific locations, setting up ambushes. The likelihood of even a Magus appearing at such a site would be quite low. At the crucial moment when the demonic army launched its assault on Tianyuan City, the high-ranking demonic commanders would certainly not waste their top-tier forces on such minor matters. Han Li pondered while simultaneously accelerating his flight. The vibrant green light gently flickered, soon bringing him close to the mountain range ahead. As he was about to plunge directly into the mountains, his expression suddenly brightened with a soft "Ah!" His body's green glow dimmed, and he materialized right at the edge, narrowing his eyes to gaze intently into the depths of the mountains. A brilliant blue radiance shone within his pupils, and as his vision cleared, the entire scene a thousand li away came vividly into focus. What he saw was a group of several dozen differently colored flight lights emerging from the horizon, rushing urgently toward him. Behind these lights, a dense, dark cloud of demons rolled relentlessly, closing in. Within the dark demonic aura, some fierce, monstrous beasts and armored demonic soldiers wielding weapons could be faintly discerned. Beyond a dozen streaks of evasive light, an elderly man with white hair was desperately channeling two flying swords—one blue, one yellow—into relentless strikes against the raging magical cloud. Each sword stroke expanded into a colossal blade several dozen zhang long, forcibly cleaving the cloud into jagged segments. The power of these two swords appeared to surpass even the elder’s own Liuxing cultivation level, which he could normally command. Yet with every strike, the elder grew paler; when his complexion lost all trace of color, he opened his mouth and expelled two globules of refined blood onto the swords. The resulting swordlight instantly brightened, glowing more vividly than before, and wherever it swept, even armored warriors within the cloud were unable to dodge and were instantly obliterated. After several consecutive strikes, hundreds of magian armored troops were reduced to ashes on the spot. Clearly, however, this vigorous display had roused the high-ranking magians concealed deep within the cloud. With a mighty roar, a trio of black, ink-black spears suddenly shot forth from the magical cloud, stretching into a length of over a hundred paces. After a flurry of clanging and rattling sounds, they surged forward, striking with a massive beam of swordlight. A thunderous roar erupted! The dark swordlight wove together into a dense mass, then burst apart like thunder. As the beam dispersed, it condensed into a single flying sword that retreated, its light now dimmed to near darkness. The spear, meanwhile, emitted a mournful cry and shot back into the cloud, clearly also wounded. At this moment, thanks to the full force of the elder's resistance, the disciples had already retreated over a hundred li away. Naturally, the magical clouds behind could not allow such a peaceful resolution—immediately, a surge of magical winds swept forth, and the demonic forces launched a renewed, vigorous pursuit. In reality, after previously channeling the gate's supreme treasure, the "Heavenly Stems Dual Swords," his internal qi had already been depleted in nearly nine out of ten chambers. This was precisely why he had not continued to hold back the demonic cloud earlier. Though it now appeared that most of the gate's members had escaped, given the level of his disciples, they would inevitably be caught by the demonic creatures. Moreover, since this was territory now occupied by the demonic race, a true escape seemed more like a matter of miracle—almost like dreaming. The white-bearded elder grew more and more somber with each thought, fully aware that the situation was nearly hopeless, yet he had no choice but to persevere. As a result, the pursuit and flight quickly carried the two groups over a distance of a thousand li, now clearly visible near the edge of the mountain range. At this point, among the human cultivators leading the way, several disciples with relatively weak internal qi had already fallen significantly behind, and were now clearly on the verge of being caught by the trailing demonic clouds. Numerous mythical beasts within the magical cloud roared, their magian warriors growing stern and fierce in expression. The disciples instantly grew pale and overwhelmed. The white-bearded elder sighed deeply, murmuring softly, "Very well!" As he did so, the figure he had transformed into a streak of brilliant light spiraled once, then turned back, once again radiating an astonishing luminous aura, and charged straight toward the cloud. A sudden, thunderous laugh erupted from within the cloud, and the dark mist surged and rippled, as four exceptionally tall, high-level immortals of the magian realm emerged simultaneously from the cloud. One of them, holding a black three-pronged magic spear in both hands, was precisely the high-ranking magian who had just repelled the elder's sword. The other three also displayed no signs of being inferior in cultivation. As the streak of light formed by the white-bearded elder approached the cloud's upper reaches, these four magians simultaneously raised their precious artifacts and hurled them upward. A massive black cross, two pairs of gleaming white bone swords, and a single blue greatsword simultaneously materialized in the air, forming a towering mound of yellow brick the size of a small mountain. After a brief shimmer, they somehow ensnared the streak of dazzling light, compelling the elder to manifest and step forth. At that moment, the four demons channeled their magical power, and the five treasures surged forth, delivering a relentless barrage upon the elder. Upon witnessing this, the elder sighed, only able to draw upon his remaining inner energy, channeling all his spiritual force into the two flying swords. Instantly, the green and yellow swords emitted a resonant hum, then surged into two powerful beams of light, swirling and dancing, while a thick, silent shield of sword energy formed above his head, fully enclosing and protecting him. Though these two flying swords were themselves of considerable significance, the combined force of the four demons' attack far exceeded ordinary expectations. After a single, powerful strike, the sword shield began to emit sharp cries and crackled into fragments, then continued relentlessly, pressing down upon the elder with unyielding momentum. The elderly man with white hair, his face pale as paper, could only manage to open his mouth slightly, spewing out a surge of azure light that spiraled upward into the air. At this point, he could only fight to the very end. Just then, a faint male voice suddenly resonated in the nearby void: "Hmph! Only a few Immortal Realm beasts—how dare they dare to fight and kill in my presence! Since you've come, then leave your lives behind!" As soon as the man spoke, a thunderous crack split the sky. A figure materialized mere zhangs away from the elderly man, extending his hand casually and gently reaching upward. What astonished everyone was that the five magical treasures, which had been poised to descend, suddenly trembled, struck by a powerful force that surged directly upon them, emitting strange cries and shooting upward into the sky. In that instant, the four senior magical beings lost control of their respective treasures. The four magi were utterly stunned!