Han Li was momentarily stunned by this scene and, without a word, followed the one he had hoped for. As blue light flashed in his eyes, he clearly saw the entire army of the demonic forces stretching out over dozens of miles. In the midst of the dense ranks of demonic warships, he noticed a towering triangular structure, atop which a group of high-ranking demonic warriors stood in bright red battle armor, standing out prominently. They seemed to be gathering around a massive vehicle drawn by several magical beasts. These beasts had five lion-like heads, their massive bodies covered in deep blue scales, and trailed behind them a long, scorpion-tail-like appendage. The vehicle itself was exquisitely crafted, and within it stood a black banner, as dark as ink, inscribed with several large magical characters. Each character glowed a deep crimson, like blood, with a faint, shimmering blood-like luminescence flowing steadily across them. Below the banner, swirls of magical energy rolled and surged. A young man clad in a blood-red warrior's robe stood motionless, while seven or eight Magi Lords respectfully stood on either side. The young man's face was strikingly identical to the three incarnations of the Blood-Light Sage Ancestors who had previously pursued and slain him. Seeing this, Han Li's gaze grew icy, and a subtle killing intent surged within him. The blood-clad youth instantly sensed something, turning slightly his head and instantly locking eyes with Han Li's spiritual vision. His pupils subtly shifted, darkening to a deep, ink-black hue, and a vortex-like force radiated out, conveying an intense, bone-chilling suction that seemed to pull Han Li's gaze into it as if forcibly drawing it in. Han Li was startled, and with a swift movement of his spiritual awareness, he severed the connection between their gazes. This time, the blood-clad youth from the distant Magi army's ranks slightly flushed. "Has the Blood-Light Brother noticed something?" A loud, boisterous voice suddenly came from the other end of the beast-carriage. The voice belonged to a tall man wearing a fur apron and a bronze-toned half-body. He was precisely the Hungarian magnate known as the First Magus beneath the Bloodlight Patriarch. At this moment, he stood with his arms crossed, leaning casually against one of the carriage's side railings, exuding a relaxed, languid demeanor. "Nothing much—just a human cultivator eavesdropping on us, startled me away. But apparently, not an ordinary one; he managed to evade my black-glowing magical eyes effortlessly." The young man glanced at the man and spoke slowly. "Oh, to escape unharmed from your magical gaze—surely not an ordinary cultivator. Might he be the one you've set to challenge me, or perhaps the one who just reached the late stage?" The man perked up, asking with genuine excitement. "That's hard to say. But regardless of who it is, either one should prove quite troublesome. Should you encounter the Hungarian, do take extra care." The young man with the blood-colored robe slightly furrowed his brows, offering a timely reminder. "Ha ha, don't worry at all! I'm not even sure the opponent's abilities are sufficient to make this a truly exciting battle!" The big man heard this and burst out laughing heartily. The blood-robed youth sighed, and could only shake his head, unable to say anything more. At the same time, in Tianyuan City, Han Li kept his eyes closed for a while, only after a few moments did he finally dispel the lingering dizziness in his head, then opened his eyes with a sense of surprise. "Friend Han, are you all right? Did something happen just now..." The silver-haired elder, observing Han Li's unusual state, grew concerned. "I'm fine. The opponent used a secret technique to strike me briefly, but that's all—no harm done," Han Li shook his head and replied calmly. "Good. Have you confirmed that the person indeed is the incarnation of the Blood-Light Sage?" The silver-haired elder was slightly surprised, but quickly asked the question that mattered most to him. "Yes, I'm quite certain—almost certain." "That figure and the incarnation of the Blood-Light Sage I've seen before are exactly the same in appearance and aura—there can be no mistake," Han Li said, stroking his chin with confidence. "It's good that it's this demon. Since the Blood-Light Sage has personally appeared among the demonic army, it seems he intends to settle the matter in a decisive battle. Soon, this incarnation will be under Han Li's care. You needn't rush to defeat him—merely holding him off will be a major contribution to our cause!" The Golden Yue Zen Master added, speaking with serious tone. "Heh, both of you needn't worry. As long as no other demonic forces intervene, this demon's incarnation will remain solely under Han Li's attention," Han Li smiled calmly. "Then I'll be grateful. I'll do my best to ensure that other noble demonic elders don't interfere with Brother Han," the silver-haired elder said, expressing his satisfaction. Han Li nodded, saying nothing further. The other senior elders and heads of the clans, who had met several times before, now stepped forward one by one to greet him. To Han Li, they were noticeably more courteous than in the past. Clearly, the reputation of a late-stage Consolidation stage cultivator had instilled a sense of respect in them, making them no longer able to act as freely as before. Han Li had only a casual acquaintance with these senior members, exchanging a few polite words before moving on. At that moment, a deep rumbling sound rose from the distant army of the demonic forces, with the distant drumbeats growing clearer. From the vast sea of magical energy, countless fierce beasts surged forth. These demons numbered in the hundreds of thousands, their variety so diverse that it was hard to keep up. Among them were fierce creatures with bull-like heads and human bodies, four-winged, six-limbed humanoid birds with human faces, and even colossal stone demons towering over a hundred paces tall. After the flood of beasts surged forth, hundreds of clusters of dark light suddenly rose from among the herd. Each cluster clearly took the form of a half-beast, half-human wyvern. Under the urging of these fellow creatures now awakened to intelligence, the initially chaotic herd instantly became orderly, emitting only soft roars and no other noise. Among the ordinary wyverns, there were also thousands of colossal, mountain-sized super-beasts mingling within the group, standing out remarkably. The great army of wyverns stretched endlessly, continuously pouring out from the sea of magic, as if never ending. Within a short time, tens of millions of wyverns appeared before the eyes of the senior elders at Tianyuan City's Council. Most of the council members now looked visibly concerned. "How could there be so many beasts? Didn't we expect only around five to six million?" the elder with the surname Gu said, his face slightly pale. "According to the initial intelligence assessment, the orcs indeed numbered only around several million. The additional orcs appearing later must be the fresh reinforcements recently dispatched by the orc army." Master Jin Yue remained remarkably composed, softly reciting a mantra before adding a few explanatory remarks. "With such a large influx of reinforcements, this battle will surely prove challenging." Another black-robed member of the spirit clan, his expression gloomy, murmured in concern. "My esteemed colleagues need not be alarmed. Lower-tier orcs, though numerous, are still relatively weak. Even if their numbers increase by nearly half, they won't decisively alter the course of the battle. I had anticipated such a scenario as a contingency measure and have already prepared corresponding strategies," the silver-haired elder said calmly. "I see—Master Gu has made special arrangements. Then, we may now rest assured." Upon hearing this, the other senior cultivators' expressions eased noticeably. The silver-haired elder smiled gently, then gently flipped his hand, producing a translucent array disc from it. He then softly spoke a few words into the disc. A moment later, a remarkable surge of energy suddenly rippled across the front of the city wall, and several massive magical arrays sequentially materialized. At the center of each array, delicate jade-like altars floated prominently. On each of these altars, ordinary-looking artifacts were respectfully placed. A deep blue bowl, a black-as-ink gourd, a slender sword of pale silver, and a screen-like object of milky white hue. "Ah! The Four Treasures of the Heavens! Guo brother, you've finally refined these items. But to use them here—doesn't that seem like using a bull's horn to kill a chicken?" One of the combined-stage immortal beasts, upon closely examining the items on the wall, was filled with a mixture of astonishment and delight. "While these artifacts indeed possess extraordinary power, their greatest strength lies in their extensive range of attack—making them ideally suited for large-scale devastation. Otherwise, if deployed later in the campaign, though they may yield remarkable effects, their practical potential would be significantly limited." On this point, Master Lin and Master Jin have also discussed it thoroughly, and have ultimately decided to deploy these lower-tier wyverns. This way, we can eliminate a large number of them while also boosting the morale of our forces. Otherwise, should we suffer heavy casualties right from the start, it would be a severe blow to our morale. It seems the magical race also intended this very strategy from the outset. Master Lin explained calmly. The other senior cultivators, upon hearing this, found his reasoning sound and nodded in agreement, choosing not to press further. "Although the number of these wyverns is substantial, the real challenge lies with the magical race's elite units. It appears they have also come into action," Han Li suddenly remarked. The cultivators were startled and quickly turned their gaze toward the distant horde. There, behind the ranks of the beasts, they clearly saw a series of armored magical warriors advancing. These demonic beings either rode various mythical beasts or manifested as swirling gusts of black wind, each with a grim, fierce countenance, wielding weapons and radiating an unyielding, bloodthirsty aura, moving silently behind the ranks of the beasts. Had it not been for Han Li's reminder, several senior cultivators at the combined level would have failed to notice their arrival. "At this point, no matter what plans the demonic forces have, we can only accept them wholeheartedly. Brother Gu, we must not be thrown off our stride—we will proceed exactly as planned. My fellow friends, please prepare yourselves as well. Who knows? This battle may very well determine the very survival of our Tianyuan City." Master Jin Leifeng rose to his feet with a solemn, commanding voice.