"Of course. I will do my utmost in this battle. I may not be able to say I'll share the fate of Tianyuan City, but as long as there's even a chance of victory, I will never give up." Hearing this, the black-robed immortal cultivator also snorted and added. The other elders from the two clans nodded in unison, all of them now deeply serious. Seeing this, the silver-haired elder gave a satisfied nod and then turned to whisper a few words to Han Li. After listening, Han Li thought for a moment and then gently nodded. The silver-haired elder immediately beamed with delight, then summoned a guard who had just flown down from beneath the stone tower. As the guardian's light faded, he materialized in front of the group, bowing respectfully to the elder. "You are to immediately escort Master Han, and carry out all the arrangements as before—without the slightest deviation!" the elder commanded with authority. "Understood, Master. Please follow me, Master Han," the guard replied, bowing politely to Han Li. Han Li said nothing, but a flash of green light surged from his body, shooting downward like a streak of wonder. The golden-armored guards hurried after him, and shortly thereafter, they flew slightly ahead, carrying Han Li out of the palace and to a well-guarded pavilion not far from the city walls. In the main hall of the pavilion, thirty-six male cultivators of varying heights sat cross-legged around a massive spell array inscribed upon the ground. All wore identical dark green tunics, aged roughly between thirty and forty, yet their skin subtly exuded fine streaks of emerald green—an indication that they had been practicing a peculiar and unusual cultivation method. However, their cultivation levels were not particularly high; all were at the Huashen stage. Upon examining their qi with his spiritual awareness, Han Li involuntarily furrowed his brows. Their energy flows were notably unstable, clearly not the result of long-term, dedicated cultivation, but rather achieved through some means of artificial enhancement. "Greetings, senior!" Upon seeing Han Li and the Jinxi period golden guard enter, the cultivators rose promptly to pay their respects, their expressions notably composed and reserved. "This is Senior Han, the one who has assisted you throughout this great battle. From now on, all your actions must be coordinated with Senior Han. Please come forward and pay your respects." The golden guard spoke with solemnity. "The Thirty-Six Guards of Qingyun, greetings to Senior Han!" The man in the green robe appeared to have already received some prior information, and thus did not seem surprised. "You may all sit down. I've heard that your combined effort has formed a grand array—so powerful that even the Magistrate of the Demon Clan, when trapped within, cannot break through it in the short term. Is this truly so?" Han Li glanced over the group of male cultivators and asked calmly. "Reporting to Senior, since we first embarked on our cultivation journey, we have diligently practiced and refined this very array, striving for unity. While we may not claim that all thirty-six of us are perfectly synchronized, when working together, we have achieved mastery in its operation—flawless and without any noticeable weaknesses." This Qing Zhen Liu Guang array is one of the ancient secret formations. While it may not excel in offensive power, it is exceptionally masterful at trapping and holding enemies—definitely sufficient to handle ordinary magisterial elders of the demonic clans." The leading Qing robe cultivator replied honestly. "Very well. Then I shall be at ease. During our movements, simply follow my orders." Han Li nodded, a satisfied expression appearing on his face. The thirty-six cultivators naturally agreed. For the remainder of the time, Han Li made no further visits, simply sitting in stillness at the center of the great array, expression neutral, quietly awaiting something. The escort golden guard then quietly stepped out of the hall. Though the hall was shielded by a layer of seal, the roar of countless beast cries eventually broke through, rising like a tidal wave. Then, a series of thunderous sounds erupted, spreading out in waves across the surrounding areas of Tianyuan City, causing the floor of the hall itself to tremble slightly with the vibrations. The great horde of wargs has clearly begun assaulting the city, while the defenders from the two clans on the city walls are now fighting back with desperate efforts. The grand battle has officially begun! Thirty-six young male cultivators in green robes remain motionless, their eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to what's unfolding. Upon observing this, Han Li swiftly shifted his gaze, and his vast spiritual awareness instantly pierced through the protective seals, allowing him to perceive the entire scene. With Han Li's current spiritual prowess, if there were no interference, he could effortlessly encompass a range of over ten thousand li. However, now that all the magical arrays and seals of Tianyuan City are fully activated, and the battlefield is filled with chaotic fluctuations and disturbances, his sensing range is significantly limited—now restricted to only several hundred li. Yet, even within this extensive area, he has gained a clear grasp of the overall situation of the battle. Under his spiritual perception, he observed not only the continuous, tidal surges of the warg horde pressing relentlessly against the city walls, but also the higher-tier, humanoid wargs employing various divine techniques and charging directly into the forefront of the battle. These high-tier beasts, even the lowest-ranked, possessed at least the Lingxu stage, with several reaching the Heting initial stage. Under their centralized command, the losses among ordinary beasts were significantly reduced. Meanwhile, the super-beasts, sheltered by the lower-ranked ones, became remarkably cunning, often gathering in groups of four or five to take turns launching coordinated attacks, mutually supporting each other. As a result, the damage inflicted upon them by Tianyuan City was minimal. Across the vast city walls, dense streams of luminous energy poured down like a torrential rain, occasionally interrupted by bright flashes from spell arrays illuminating the battlements, and large-scale spells rising into the air, crashing down with force upon the densest concentrations of beasts. The city's counteroffensive, now far stronger than during the earlier incursions and probes by the demonic forces, was not merely doubled—it had grown substantially. Yet the number of orcs was overwhelming, and many of them were particularly tough—though they had taken several blows and were already wounded, they continued to press fiercely against the city's defensive barriers. Within moments, the ground beneath the walls was covered thickly with the fallen orcs, and the battle remained far from decisive. As more and more orcs surged toward the barriers, the city's protective light shield began to flicker and tremble, gradually showing signs of strain. Nevertheless, neither the blood-clad young man riding atop a war-chariot in the orc army nor the silver-haired elder observing from the flying pavilion in the city appeared particularly perturbed. It was only when several cracks appeared on the city's shield, accompanied by sharp cracking sounds, that the silver-haired elder grew serious and issued a cold, decisive command to the array console: "Activate the spell array—deploy the Heavenly River Four Treasures, regardless of the cost in spirit stones!" Several messengers who had been on standby at the array immediately issued the same command without hesitation. At that moment, figures shimmered on the white jade altars, and one high-ranking cultivator appeared on each altar. After raising their hands and casting several seals, the altars began to hum, while these cultivators chanted softly and gently pointed their fingers at the treasures on the altars. Instantly, the four treasures—the gourd, screen, flying sword, and bowl—emitted clear, resonant tones and surged with vibrant hues of five colors within the array. A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from the center and then flowed like a tide toward the four treasures. After a series of shimmering, luminous glimmers, the four treasures gradually rose into the air, expanding and contracting in size, each in turn displaying its extraordinary powers. To the sight, the blue bowl and the dark gourd spun in the air, then suddenly inverted and descended, each spouting a shimmering blue crystal sand and a dark, strange stream of water from its mouth. As the blue crystal sand spread downward, each grain gradually blurred and transformed—first into hundreds, then into thousands—quickly expanding into an endless blue sand cloud that surged forward with overwhelming force. Upon its arrival, countless beasts were instantly engulfed and submerged. As the countless grains of crystal sand rolled and flowed within the cloud, the beasts felt as though their bodies were being sliced by countless sharp blades; in an instant, they were ground into pulp, their spirits completely extinguished, leaving not a trace of existence. As for the dark, strange water spouted from the gourd, it immediately surged into a cascading waterfall. As the waves of black water surged toward the herd of beasts, wherever it passed, thousands of creatures cried out in agony, their bodies melting into bones and vanishing into nothingness. This black water proved astonishingly toxic, rendering ordinary beasts unable to survive even a brief moment within it. Meanwhile, the silver flying sword swelled continuously, eventually growing into a towering blade several thousand zhang high. It then roared and fragmented into a blurred, diffuse form. In an instant, thousands of silver sword-shapes materialized above the beasts, emitting a piercing, high-pitched cry as they surged forth, transforming into cascades of silver sword-mountains that raged through the herd, slashing and decimating the creatures. Wherever the waves of silver sword-shapes swept, the beasts were severed into fragments, as if turned into blocks of tofu, utterly unable to resist. A deluge of blood and wind swiftly engulfed half the herd. As for the pale, misty screen, it remained remarkably calm, merely shrinking to several mu in size before silently pressing down upon the herd. Strange indeed: when the screen rose again into the air, the beasts previously bathed in its radiant white light had vanished completely, appearing lifeless and their fates uncertain. The screen merely flashed violently among the herd of beasts, and in an instant, thousands of wyverns were swept away by the white light, vanishing without a trace. The surrounding wyverns were terrified, retreating in panic, unwilling to draw near at all. Within just a short while of the Four Heavenly Treasures' appearance, over half a million wyverns had been utterly eradicated—so powerful was their might that it left the onlookers stunned. Yet the emergence of these treasures also unsettled the high echelons of the demonic realm. Immediately, three figures rose from behind the wyverns: a dark cloud, a yellow gust of strange wind, and two streaks of blood-red light, all vanishing swiftly as they surged upward, heading straight toward the area where the Four Treasures were wreaking havoc. Upon seeing this, Han Li briefly adjusted his expression and withdrew his divine awareness. He no longer needed to expend any further spiritual effort to observe what unfolded below. Though the Four Heavenly Treasures were undoubtedly sharp and potent, they would surely be countered by the demonic forces. What remained would be a direct clash of strength between the two parties. At first, the senior leaders from both sides would certainly not engage immediately. Most likely, a true high-level clash would only emerge once either the monster beasts or the defenses of Yitian City had been completely eliminated. In the meantime, all he needed to do was to conserve his strength and patiently wait. Once facing the embodiment of the Bloodlight Patriarch, he would certainly ensure that the other did not leave alive. Han Li thought this over, his heart growing cold.