The condensed Tai Chi array merely spun once, and instantly transformed into a surge of countless ethereal shadows, pressing down upon the blood-robed youth. The youth felt the air around him tighten suddenly, as immense forces surged from all directions, overwhelming the blood-colored gales he had summoned, which then burst and collapsed with a deep, resonant roar. Under the relentless pressure, these forces spun into a vast vortex, engulfing the youth and his skeletal figure beneath, threatening to tear them into countless fragments. As the youth and his skeletal body sank downward, they became immobile, unable to advance an inch. "Unfortunate—it's the Xuan Tian Sacred Treasure!" he exclaimed, his face suddenly pale with alarm, and hastily raised the black seal in his hands. The seal spun swiftly, expanding into a size of a pavilion and radiating ten thousand beams of black light, before it was hurled directly at the Tai Chi array. With a thunderous "boom," the seal struck. The Tai Chi array trembled slightly, its surface shimmering briefly, then rebounded the seal with a force that sent it flying back without effect. The blood-robed youth seemed not to have expected the previous strike to shatter the seal. With a low roar, he twisted swiftly, and his body vanished into the blood-colored skeleton beneath him. At once, the three heads of the skeleton snapped open simultaneously, each expelling a black scroll, a purple jade pendant, and a sphere of blood-colored light. As soon as these three objects emerged, they burst with a deep, resonant crack, transforming into a stream of black magical vapor, a swirl of purple radiance, and a cascade of blood-threaded filaments, which plunged directly into the skeleton's body. Immediately, strange magical patterns of three distinct colors appeared on the surface of the skeleton, spreading across its entire form. Then, after a sharp cry of pain, the body swelled dramatically, barely breaking free from the immense forces binding it. At that moment, the six dark magical weapons in his hands surged forward and swept together in a sudden, powerful motion. A flash of black light followed, and instantly, a long-handled blade resembling the Masked Moon Sword solidified and emerged, fully integrated. The crimson skeleton, its six eyes glowing green, fixed a fierce gaze. Its six massive red hands simultaneously grasped the long handle of the magical weapon and delivered a powerful strike toward the celestial Taiji diagram in the air. A blade of black light, stretching over a hundred zhang in length, sliced through the sky and vanished in an instant upon touching the diagram. The Taiji diagram trembled, and a faint black trace suddenly appeared at its center before silently splitting into two halves—cut clean in two. The massive body of the crimson skeleton, only a few moments ago transformed into a blood-hued rainbow and soaring upward several tens of feet, was suddenly crushed downward by a thunderous surge of renewed, colossal force, pressing it back firmly to the ground once more. The blood-light incarnation hidden within the skeleton was incensed beyond measure—without hesitation, the elder wielded his long-handled magic blade, slashing furiously in a wheeling, relentless rhythm through the air. One after another, dark, misty blades of light surged upward like serpents, constantly tearing and shattering the Taiji diagram. Yet no matter how sharp and fierce these blade strikes, the Taiji diagram merely flashed with a shimmer and instantly restored itself, tightly ensnaring the crimson skeleton and preventing it from moving an inch. In contrast, the two silver-haired elders stationed in place were continuously expending their vital essence, desperately striving to activate and sustain the Taiji diagram’s power. As they poured out their vital blood, their flesh and muscle visibly withered and shriveled at a rapid pace, their bodies appearing utterly exhausted in their relentless efforts. The young boy in the crimson robe was utterly stunned. In a flash of thought, he bit his teeth fiercely—four of the six arms of the blood-colored skeleton suddenly exploded with thunderous cracks. Fragments of broken bone were swept up by a surge of blood mist and, miraculously, transformed into a pair of massive, blood-tinged bone wings that shimmered behind the skeleton. The remaining two arms each pressed different hand seals. As the great wings flapped wildly, the otherwise motionless body swayed slightly and rose once more into the air. Yet alas, it now lay beneath the embrace of the Taiji diagram, fleeing swiftly as its form had already turned into a swirling mass of crimson light—yet still far too slow compared to its应有的 speed. Once struck by the dark, murky blade light, the golden giant eagle immediately burst with a loud 'thud,' cascading down like a thousand golden blossoms. As the flashes of golden light danced across the scene, the blood-colored skeleton cried out in agony, only to be swiftly overwhelmed by the thousands of gold-devouring insects. Golden insect shells, each as large as a clenched fist, crawled over every inch of its body, emitting a continuous crunching sound of consumption—so vivid and chilling that it was almost terrifying to behold. Though the blood-colored skeleton had been magically formed by the Blood Light Patriarch using a rare artifact, it continued to emit sharp, desperate cries within the encircling swarm. Under the relentless onslaught of the over a thousand insects, the pace of consumption was astonishingly rapid. Within mere eye blinks, the skeleton’s once-impenetrable, stone-hard form began to lose half of itself, and it seemed only moments away from being completely consumed. The distant silver-haired elder and the old monk were instantly delighted upon seeing this development. "Truly a fully mature Golden-Feeding Insect—what a feat it is that Friend Han could summon so many of these formidable creatures at once," the elder said with evident joy. "Your words are most accurate. The one-time Sacred Treasure bestowed by Mo Jianli Master must have been used at the right moment. Had we not held off using it earlier, we could never have caught the demon off guard and contained him so effectively," the Golden Yue Zen Master added, his expression now relaxed and filled with relief. A thunderous roar echoed. The blood-colored remains of the skeleton flashed with unusual streaks of blood light, then burst into a radiant blood-hued glow, exploding outward. The surging wave of air swept through, hurling tens of thousands of golden-feeding insects skyward. Yet among them, several dozen shimmered with intense golden light, unphased by the gust, and instead advanced resolutely. With a swift movement, they shot like arrows straight toward the blood-robed young man who had now revealed himself, their sharp teeth bared and snapping hungrily at his back. These were precisely the fifteen golden-feeding insect kings designated by Han Li. Each of these kings possessed powers comparable to a late stage of the Immortal Realm cultivator. Secretly released by Han Li and seamlessly integrated into the insect swarm, they had managed to blend in undetected—thanks to their nearly identical aura—by evading the keen senses of the blood-light transformed cultivator, and had finally succeeded in making contact. Yet the blood-robed youth was pierced so severely that it seemed to sear his very lungs, yet he knew that his very survival now depended on this very moment. Without hesitation, he roared aloud, ignoring the dozen golden insects behind him, and surged forward as a streak of vibrant crimson light, aiming to break free from the embrace of the Taiji Diagram. Yet in that brief delay, the insect swarms originally driven aloft surged forth with a single roar, immediately closing in and completely enveloping the blood-robed youth. A series of piercing cries erupted from his mouth as he swiftly chanted incantations, causing surging gusts of crimson wind and waves of dark magical energy to rise from his body, swirling wildly around him. Despite the myriad spells and forces raging across his surface, the dense clusters of golden-devouring insects clung tenaciously to his form, refusing to let go. Alas, though the magus, the Supreme Ancestor of the Magic Sect, was adorned with full mastery of magical arts, he found himself utterly powerless against these invulnerable, flame- and blade-proof insects—lacking any specific counter-spells or artifacts, and his unique magical flight abilities constrained by the enchanted relics. In moments, his entire physical form was completely consumed, and even his inner immortal embryo had no time to escape. At that moment, the tens of thousands of golden insects suddenly dispersed in a single hum, transforming into countless golden blossoms that surged back toward Han Li. With a simple flick of his sleeve, Han Li instantly gathered all the spiritual insects within himself. Then, surveying the now empty space beneath the Taiji diagram, his expression finally relaxed fully. Suddenly, the luminous Taiji diagram "cracked" with a loud sound, shattering into scattered points of light. Meanwhile, the elder and monk who had been remotely controlling the artifact both opened their mouths simultaneously, expelling several clots of concentrated blood, their flesh and muscle shrinking another two parts. Yet, both were filled with overwhelming joy upon witnessing the young blood-clad disciple being completely consumed by the insect swarm. "Excellent! The demon has finally perished!" exclaimed the silver-haired elder, his eyes dimmed with exhaustion yet radiating laughter. "Han, did the demonic sovereign also meet his end at your hands?"