Hundreds of cultivators, aided by the magical array and corpse puppets, suddenly managed to hold seven or eight demonic sovereigns firmly in place. Moreover, after a flash of luminous light across Tianyuan City, over a hundred stone towers several thousand feet tall rose up from the ground and surged directly toward the demonic army. The massive warships and triangular magical towers hovering behind the demonic forces naturally responded with full force, emitting a series of resonant hums and launching countless black light beams at the human towers. However, the surface of the human flying towers shimmered with a vibrant cascade of five-colored light, successfully deflecting all the beams. As the towers approached the demonic forces, their various levels simultaneously opened their gates, spilling out countless puppet soldiers and diverse spiritual beasts in a wave that surged toward the demons like a swarm of locusts. Similarly, the massive warships and triangular towers within the demonic ranks also housed numerous stationed demonic troops, who, after a series of strange cries, emerged in dense groups, black and imposing, flying forth to meet the human forces. At once, streams of brilliant light and dark energy poured across the heavens, and the void erupted once again with a fresh storm of blood and thunder. Han Li had already withdrawn his divine awareness, thus becoming indifferent to what unfolded—merely standing quietly at the center of the magical array, waiting. He was well aware that, once the battle had reached this intensity, their involvement could be called upon at any moment. Indeed, this waiting proved brief—no more than half an hour—and suddenly, the massive array beneath him began to hum loudly. One by one, the male cultivators beneath it released shimmering white light, completely enveloping their forms within it. Initially startled, the male cultivators soon each drew out a triangular jade plaque from their sleeves and swiftly activated it. Radiant hues of light emerged from the plaques, transforming into delicate purple glyphs that spiraled and danced around the cultivators. Upon observing this, Han Li felt a sudden spark of recognition, yet before he could ponder further, the brightness within the array surged severalfold and resonated with a long, clear tone. Han Li only felt a flash of light before being instantly transported by the power of the spell array. A short while later, when the clear chime abruptly ceased and the white glow faded away, not a trace of the thirty-six male cultivators or Han Li remained. At the same time, high above a certain point in the battlefield of Tianyuan City, a massive luminous array materialized out of nowhere, and with a sudden flash of light, the thirty-six male cultivators and Han Li appeared. The positions where the male cultivators materialized seemed carefully arranged—though scattered here and there, appearing sparse at first—yet they subtly formed an intricate and profound array, precisely encircling Han Li and the other four with them. As Han Li emerged, a surge of dark energy rippled over his body, and a dark, shimmering battle armor unexpectedly settled upon him. At the same time, flashes of emerald light appeared, and seventy-two small emerald swords silently sprang forth from within him, rotating continuously to form a blooming emerald sword lotus beneath him. At that moment, he solemnly lifted his head and swept a glance over the other four present. Among them, two figures were precisely the silver-haired elder and Master Jin Yue—the two, though protected by several precious artifacts, appeared to have sustained significant injuries. The silver-haired elder was pale as a sheet, while the other bore bloodstains all over his body, as though he had been badly wounded. Especially the silver-haired elder: his chest garment was completely torn, and a whole arm was conspicuously missing from his shoulder. Facing them stood a blood-draped young man and a large man wrapped in a tanned leather apron, with a bronze-brown complexion. The man held a jade-green-flame spear in one hand and clutched a bloodied severed arm in the other, his face contorted with fury, as though the elder's arm had been ripped off by him. The arrival of Han Li and the thirty-six male cultivators brought a slight relief to the silver-haired elder and Master Jin Yue, yet the blood-draped youth and the large man instantly fixed their attention solely on Han Li. After having clearly examined Han's facial expression, the young man's gaze immediately filled with venom, while the tall man narrowed his eyes, a hint of dangerous intensity flashing in his gaze. "Late stage of fusion! In fact, his cultivation is even more solid than the typical late stage. Bloodlight Brother, is this the person you asked me to target? It doesn't quite match what you described." The tall man's expression darkened, then turned to the young man and asked. "Indeed, it is this young Han from the human lineage. But his cultivation level should have been only mid-stage before. Ah... I understand now. The recent advancement to the heavenly image stage was actually caused by this young man. Brother Hung, you may rest assured—he has only just reached the late stage, and his cultivation foundation is still not yet firmly established. Thus, you will find him even easier to handle." After mentally scanning Han, the young man was initially surprised, but after a brief pause, his expression brightened with sudden clarity. "Late stage of cultivation? Really?" You wouldn't have mistaken me, would you? If the other party sends out another late-stage cultivator, you'll be in serious trouble. "Should there be another late-stage cultivator, I won't need to worry about anything—myself, I'll handle that. All you need to do is secure this young human cultivator, and the rest will be taken care of," the blood-robed youth said coldly. "Heh, since Bloodlight Brother has said that, I have nothing more to add. This young human will be under my care. But don't think I've overlooked this—even if the other party has no further reserves, merely the current relentless pursuit will keep Bloodlight Brother busy for quite some time," the Han-named man replied with a carefree smile. The array he mentioned was precisely the series of layered emerald light screens conjured by the three dozen male cultivators as soon as they appeared, each screen formed by the Han's waving of his triangular jade plaque. This light veil not only instantly concealed and erased the forms of these male cultivators, but also enveloped the surrounding area for several miles, with countless silver patterns subtly flowing and shifting across its surface, as though harboring some hidden intricacy. "An array set up by merely a group of Shen-stage cultivators—how could it possibly hinder me?" the blood-light embodiment glanced at the veil with a look of disdain. "This array and the young man are likely the very trump card the other side has prepared for you. It surely doesn't appear that simple." The large man shook his head, his face displaying a somewhat strange expression. "Oh, I've momentarily forgotten. Brother Hung has long been deeply involved in array studies—perhaps he has noticed something noteworthy?" the blood-light embodiment was slightly surprised, asking with genuine curiosity. "Given this brief time, how could I possibly discern any profound subtlety? I can only conclude that this array is likely related to spatial restrictions." the large man chuckled lightly. "Spacial restrictions—this truly proves to be a challenging matter." "Thank you, Brother Hung, for the reminder. I'll surely repay you generously later." The blood-light incarnation's expression darkened slightly, and he bowed in thanks. While the two magical beings were conversing with each other, Han Li turned to the silver-haired elder, frowning slightly. "Guo brother, what's going on? How did you two end up here, looking so disheveled? And now, why has a late-stage Demon Sovereign appeared within the array? There were no records of such a figure in the original intelligence reports." As soon as Han Li saw the large demon, he felt a subtle tingling sensation, as if his body hairs were standing on end—his alertness instantly reached its peak—yet his face remained composed. "Han brother, things may be more complicated than expected. This late-stage Demon Sovereign appeared out of nowhere; there was no prior mention or record of him. When I first saw him accompanying the Saint Ancestral Incarnation, I thought we could separate the two of them and then immediately summon our friends to assist." Yet no one could have imagined how formidable the Lord of Magic truly was. In a single encounter, he had severely wounded Master Jin Yue and even torn off one of my own arms. Though I've seen many things throughout my long career, I've never encountered such a terrifying force among the fully merged beings—this one was truly…!" The silver-haired elder sighed, his face now etched with sheer relief and awe. "He's practically at the threshold of the Great Perfection! Brother Han, you must be especially cautious. This being may even be more formidable than the Magus Saint-Emperor himself. But now, we've already deployed numerous reserves—our several long-term, secluded senior cultivators in the city, as well as the messengers sent by the Sacred Island, have all stepped in. Thus, these two demons now remain under our care, with only us three to face them. Should we suffer our first defeat, allowing these two demons to gain momentum, the battle will surely be lost." Before the elder could finish, Master Jin Yue interjected, his voice filled with growing concern. "The senior cultivators and the messengers from the Sacred Island?" "As soon as Han Li turned his gaze, he indeed spotted five or six unfamiliar, fully-merged cultivators amidst the distant battle groups, engaged in fierce struggles with several dark monsters who had transformed into three-headed, six-armed forms." "Old magic beings!" Han Li exclaimed, his face instantly changing upon recognizing the monsters. "These are truly the most pure-blooded descendants of the magical race—the original, primordial ancient magi of the magical realm. Among peers, these fully-merged ancient magi are even stronger than other magi emperors. Had it not been for the sudden appearance of these formidable creatures, we would never have been forced to summon Mr. Han ahead of schedule." The silver-haired elder added, his expression grave. "By that, you mean I'm to face these late-stage magi emperors? But what about the Saint Patriarch's incarnation?" Han Li smoothed out his expression, paused thoughtfully, and asked. "We believe we still have some means at our disposal, and with this space array's power now available, even if we cannot defeat the Blood-Light Sage's manifestation, we should be able to hold him for a while. Brother Han, please focus entirely on the late-stage Demon Sovereign." The silver-haired elder and Jin Yue Zen Master exchanged glances, then nodded firmly. Upon hearing this, Han glanced at the elder with a flash of blue light, then turned his gaze toward the large demon warrior. To his surprise, the demon warrior also turned his head and met his gaze directly. The warrior didn't blink, yet a growing sense of excitement and fervor spread across his face, and subtle streaks of silver light flickered within his pupils. Suddenly, without any prior indication, the warrior moved and appeared seamlessly at the center of the light screen. Then, without a word, he lifted the elder's arm high into the air and struck the space with his wolf-toothed staff in his other hand. With a thunderous crash, the broken limb instantly dispersed into a downpour of blood, thoroughly dousing the giant's upper body and filling the entire light screen with a thick, pervasive aroma of blood.